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From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 04, Gamma Radiation
Hey Max, sorry for the late email, I’m Lucas from Nuclear Chemistry on Tuesdays and Thursdays, at 11 am, the one that professor Rogers teaches.
I tried hitting up the professor but he wasn’t answering any of my emails (tbh, he hasn’t for the last two weeks, I think he hates me atp) but I just need help on the recent homework assignment and I know you’re the TA for a reason. I attached the homework that I’m having trouble with down below so you know what I need help on. It has to do with his recent lecture about Gamma Radiations (Like the Hulk!) and the penetrating powers of the alpha and beta particles, the question section about that.
I don’t understand the chemical reactions needed and just need guidance on it. I tried to do it on my own but nothing is working, I know ur good at chem.
Hope to hear back from you, and I’m sorry if this disrupted anything you have, please hit me back as soon as possible.
With much gratitude,
Lucas Sinclair.
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Lucas Sinclair knew what he was getting himself into when he wanted to study chemistry.
He knew long work hours, long homework assignments having to do with reaction chains and protons and engineering around particles and elements— he knew all of that came with wanting to be a chemist. And he was succeeding at it pretty well, but it’s not until he steps into the lecture hall of one professor Rogers on tuesdays and thursdays to study nuclear chemistry that he realizes this class is fucking rough.
It’s not even that he’s bad at it, he’s good at the quizzes and the exams, getting above the class average and well into the 80%’s, he’s really good in the lab portion of it where he actually gets hands-on experience with this type of stuff, even if it is only once per week. It’s just that the lecture and the homework is so fucking difficult for no good damn reason. Half of the hundred and twenty-five person lecture hall is silently scribbling while the professor lectures on at the bottom of the hall about radioactive decay chains, half-life equations, neutron captures, fission and fusion as well as nuclear binding energy. All of it, two times a week, for a good hour and a half.
The professor is nice but there’s only so much chemistry bullshit that Lucas can listen to and the lack of help due to so many people needing help for the assignments that Lucas can take before he breaks and completely fails the class. (He’s also the type to teach the class but not… teach the class, so Lucas has to find different ways to teach himself)
Then enters Max Mayfield, possibly the coolest person Lucas has ever laid his eyes upon.
Max is a junior, a third year student, the same as Lucas, but she’s mainly known as Professor Rogers’ TA for research credits. At the university, students are able to assist teachers in the student’s degree department for credits, and Max needed some, so why not take the one she knows damn well is going to be best worth it. She took Rogers’ class the year previous and knew right off the bat after the final exam that being an assistant for him? It was going to be worth it.
She runs the study sessions after hours in the lecture hall on Thursdays at 4 pm, explains the lectures again at her office hours, answers questions via social media direct messages, grades the problem sets the professor has no time for, and if the rumors are true from what Lucas has overheard— basically teaches the class better than the professor. Besides being a skateboarder and an avid reader of the biggest skateboarding magazine in the city, a mechanic part time, and a great chess player when people play her; Max is pretty good at chemistry.
She’s also smoking hot, but that’s besides the point.
Lucas noticed her all the way in the first week of the class, basically everyone did as Rogers made it a point that “if you have trouble with the homework and I am not available, Max is always available” which she gave a polite nod and a very small smile.
She was always in class, either with her feet kicked back on the desk in the right hand corner of the long three-whiteboard layout the teacher had going on or doing something and was heavily focused on it to the point that she didn’t even look up at the teacher once. Sometimes, Lucas would just stare at her all class, for the entirety of the hour and thirty minute long class he had, he was fixated on her.
Sometimes, she’d show up with band tees on, other times video game shirts or tighter shirts, sometimes ripped jeans, other times baggy jeans. She’d wear Vans on the daily but sometimes wear Jordan Ones. Her hair was always down, with either one strand on her right side sticking out or her bangs that he found too hot for his own good. On some days, she’d show up walking with forearm crutches, Lucas taking special notice on how her legs would wobble sometimes and she walked stiffer on Thursdays than Tuesdays.
He took note of everything. She’s brilliant and blunt and surprisingly patient with so many people. She’s nice in the same way she’s mean. She’s hot in the same way she’s pretty. She’s everything Lucas has dreamed about… and he knew he wanted to be close to her.
But there’s a problem with Lucas Sinclair; he was as much pussy whipped with Max Mayfield as he was in desperate need of some help, so when he emails her one night on a Friday about the homework that’s due on Sunday at 11:59 pm with a boner that came about just by thinking of her when he read her email handle… he knew he was in far too deep.
Despite the boner in his sweatpants, he needed to get his GPA up, so he ignored his hard ass cock and begged for the questions.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 07, Nuclear Fission/Fusion
Hey Max, it’s the same Lucas from Nuclear Chemistry on Tuesdays and Thursdays, at 11 am, that emailed you last Friday night. I’m just contacting you for help on the section about the nuclear fission homework the prof assigned this week. I’m having a little tough time with the chain reaction part of it and how it’s able to be controlled versus uncontrolled, that type of shit.
Down below, I sent the homework with the ones I’m having trouble with circled, and to see if I’m doing the chains properly and get a better understanding.
Sorry again, I truly am listening but it’s just hard to actually do. Hope to hear back from you!
With much gratitude,
Lucas Sinclair.
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Max isn’t sure what to expect when she begins to help these bastards in the class.
She knew it was going to be tough, she knew it would be time consuming, but mostly, she knew she could do it without stress.
She knows the types that are going to probably need the most help; the kids who are perfectionists and want to be the best in the class, the kids who miss the class and is too scared to ask the professor what to do so they ask the TA who’s the same age as them, the kids who mess up and don’t understand the professor’s long ass answer keys that doesn’t really answer the question… and she knew damn well that she was going to get a couple of sorority and fraternity members needing help— that’s how her and El are able to get into those parties to begin with.
What she didn’t expect, however, was the university’s star shooting guard who’s also a 4.5 star student emailing her about once per week about the homework.
Max knew of who Lucas Sinclair was; shooting guard on the basketball team for most, but for her, she understood him as El’s boyfriend’s best friend who he met in elementary school. She’s seen him at the arcade too many times, in the robotics wing of the chemistry building with Dustin Henderson, in the courtyard with a bunch of his nerd friends who weren’t a black haired skinny twig, a curly hair genius, and a bowl cut who always had paint stains on his body boy, then on the court every Saturday for the college’s basketball team. She also knew him as someone who was too hot for their own good, but that’s not the main point of course, it isn’t… maybe.
But she also knew him as someone who had a good grade in the class but was absolutely flunking the homework section of the gradebook.
How someone has a 90% average in the exams, an 87% average in the quiz, and an 33% average in the homework is beyond Max Mayfield, but she helps him out anyway, because the research credits call for it.
So when she receives the email Wednesday night, laying in bed and watching a random show as she splits her time between answering student’s questions that the professor isn’t answering and watching teenage boys wolfing out, she answers it without second thought.
“Nuclear fission…” She mutters to herself as she reads over Lucas Sinclair’s gospel of pleads for help, slowly dragging her fingers on the touchpad of the laptop to click on the attached document.
The first one? Simple. The actual homework. Clearly he needs help with it but the answers he’s filled out aren’t that bad, some of them are right while others are close to being right, just a few minor adjustments. Max clicks off the document without second thought and clicks on the second one, a little confused. Rogers only assigned one 3 page homework assignment, so what the hell is the second one?
It takes a moment for the document to load, but when it eventually does, Max lets out a sound that borders a surprised gasp and a hum.
Because what her eyes are laid upon isn’t radiation decay homework, it’s not even chemistry homework or an accidental assignment from another class, no; instead, it’s a picture of Lucas. He’s standing in front of his dorm mirror, shirtless and in dim dorm room lighting. His abs are on full display, with his sweatpants tugged down enough to see the happy trail he had alongside the v-line he had worked up.
“Oh.” Max mutters before closing the laptop, and for half a second, she stares off into space before opening the device again, the picture still remains on the screen. “Unbelievible.”
She can’t help but let her eyes linger on him for too long, looking at his body as her eyes counted the amount of abs on each side of his abdomen he had, subconsciously licking the inside of her cheek as she quickly types out a reply.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Responding to NC Section 07, Nuclear Fission/Fusion
Come to my office hours for help at the class lecture hall in the Kent Building, room 404. Doors open at 4 pm, session will last until 5 pm. Bring your notes and whatever you need help with.
Try to not be late. Saves awkwardness for the both of us.
From, Max.
If an unbeknownst bystander were to step into the lecture hall at 4:45 pm the next day, they would’ve thought it was the teacher with how many people were in Max’s office hours. She runs the thing when the teacher isn’t available to commit to putting hours into this class because of “university business” or some stupid shit like that— Lucas doesn’t know nor care.
There’s a good forty people in the study session, taking up the bottom rows and the following three rows back. Max stands in front of the whiteboard, a marker in her hand as she does practice problems for the students, on the right hand side of the problems sits the equations necessary.
They’ve been going at this for a good forty-five minutes up to this point; someone has a question, Max answers it as well as explains the byproduct of said answers because she knows damn well that it will help someone who doesn’t want to raise their hands.
“In better terms; nuclear fission is the process where the nucleus of an atom…” Max begins, drawing on the whiteboard a symbol of a nucleus because a kid in the back asked for a better definition of nuclear fission. “Splits into two or more smaller nuclei and other particles.” She draws multiple arrows, pointing outwards with circles as the nuclei and other particles.
Pointing to the nuclei on the board, she looks at all of them, Lucas included. “These particles that just got split from the larger nucleus includes shit like neutrons, helium nuclei which are alpha particles, electrons which are beta particles, and gamma rays within them, also known as photons.”
Suddenly, a hand raises; Erica Sinclair from fashion design, Lucas’ little eighteen year old sister. Youngest-ever vice president of the college’s debate team. She began taking the class for not only her GED portion of the degree, but also to see how hard it was.
She’s doing pretty good in it so far.
Max points to her. “Yes, Erica?”
Tapping her pencil on her notebook, Erica’s eyebrows furrow. “So how exactly do chain reactions happen because of this?” A couple of kids nod in agreement to the question.
Max hums before nodding her head, using the marker as a ruler to point at things on the whiteboard. “Great question. Basically, the neutrons can induce fission in a nearby nucleus which has fissionable material— the chemicals that make fission possible, and is able to release more neutrons that can repeat this sequence; causing said chain reaction. Which is basically just a large number of nuclei undergoing fission and an enormous amount of energy is produced because of said reaction. If the chain reaction is in a controlled environment, say a power plant, then it can provide power for our society’s benefit, which is what Chernobyl was before it blew up. If chain reactions happen in an uncontrolled environment, like the atomic bombs of World War 2, then it can lead to destructive forces.”
Lucas writes every single little word she says down, ignoring the written comments on the side of his paper on how good she looks today, especially when her jaw clenches at the right angle. His hand works faster than the others, Max takes notice but doesn’t mention it.
Another hand raises, second row, two seats right of Lucas.
Max points to him. “Yes, Mickey?”
“The professor’s explanation was lowkey ass, but what’s the difference between nuclear fission and nuclear fission?" He asks, leaning into his chair to adjust his posture.
“No issue.” Max replies, tapping her foot on the wood floor of the lecture hall before writing on the whiteboard; FISSION VS FUSION, like a fucking pro’s and con’s list. “In the simplest terms; fission splits the heavy atoms to release energy while fusion combines the light atoms to release even more energy. Basically; fission relies on the heavy atoms while fusion relies on the light atoms. We can see fission in things like nuclear power plants like the ones on the western side of the city, in isotope production in the nursing field, as well as nuclear weapons. Meanwhile fusion is a lot more difficult to achieve due to the extreme conditions it needs to not only work but be stabilized."
The lecture hall is filled with scribbling and murmurs as Max clicks the marker cap up and down, chewing on her own tongue as she waits for any more questions.
Another hand raises.
“Yes?” She points to the raised hand.
“Can you go over question four?”
Max gets one look at the question before nodding, holding the paper in one hand as she writes in the other, Lucas being a complete shameless idiot and definitely not staring at her ass as she writes— what? She has a good ass in those jeans.
“Okay, question four; identify the reaction type.” Max begins, writing out the reaction clearly and bold so no numbers get mixed up.
[ 2/1 H + 3/1 H → 4/2 He + 1/0 N ]
Max points to the set of numbers with her pen. “So someone tell me what reaction that is and why?”
Lucas looks at the question, and raises his hand. He remembers Max explaining to him how to memorize the nuclei symbols, how to tell which one is which, and how to calculate this type of stuff in his head.
“Sinclair?”
“Is it fusion because the two light nuclei, deuterium 2 over 1 and tritium 3 over 1 combine to form a heavier nucleus which is helium, 4 over 2?”
Max smiles at him, nodding her head. “That is correct, it is fusion because of the two light nuclei forming a heavier nucleus.” She responds, giving him a rare smile that she barely shows to anyone else. It’s not an overly bright smile, but a small one— and it immediately prints into Lucas’ head. “See, emailing me actually worked out Sinclair, keep doing it.”
The way she says it, in her monotonous voice yet a little light energy to her words crammed in with so much passion for this subject, the tangyness of her words, it activates something in Lucas he can’t describe.
She definitely opened his attachment. She definitely knows what he’s playing at though she says nothing, he can read her face.
And her words only encourage him later in the week.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 012, Isotopic Labeling
Hey Max… another email from me, I know, it’s just that you explain it better than the prof does half of the time, I’ll pay you back eventually. I just need help with the newest homework assignment, about isotopic labeling.
It’s mainly about the quality control checkpoints, I keep on getting it wrong online and want to understand it better. I attached my answers down below so you can see if I’m doing it right and am reading the correct parts of it. Again, thank you so much for dealing with me.
Holding the same gratitude,
Lucas S.
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Max should know by now that when she gets an email from Lucas, asking for help, what the second document actually is, because it sure as shit isn’t fucking chemistry homework.
But the thing is, she doesn’t think he would do it twice. She thought the first one was a simple joke, maybe an accidental click disguising his nudes as chemistry homework, but surely he does it by accident twice… right?
Sitting on her couch, eating a set of tacos from a local Mexican restaurant in the city, Max doesn’t think anything of it when she passes by the tab playing her movie and onto her emails, seeing a new one by Lucas.
“You again…” She says out loud, chewing on the remaining pieces before swallowing it, clicking on the email and reading it out loud to herself. “Jesus Christ, Sinclair, get it together man.” And when her fingers click on the two documents attached to the email, she has the slightest hope that what she comes across is actual homework (and a small inkling in her mind is begging that it’s not and it’s another photo of him— stop thinking that, damn it.)
The first attachment? Same as usual; the actual homework assignment. She smiles, both at the fact that she gets to do science, and also… he’s not very good at this section of the course. But she mentally prepares herself as she clicks off it and goes to the second document. It takes no less than a second for the attachment to load, but when it eventually does and it appears on Max’s screen, she involuntarily groans.
This time, it’s a little more heavy. It’s a photo of Lucas, pressed against his bed, covers bundled up around him as the lights of the city appear in the back window of his bedroom. He has no shirt on like the previous photo… but also no pants on, just boxers that are definitely tight on him but not too tight, they emphasize his dick a lot more, Max can see the slight left curve on the man’s dick that’s peaking through the white material of the boxers.
She should really tell him to knock it off, to stop sending her these fucking photos, possibly even report him… but she doesn’t.
Not like she wants this to stop anyway. Not like she’s scared to tell him.
If she really wanted this to stop, she knows Lucas would stop it.
It’s more of a desire for more of these photos, she knows he’s hot and that’s the issue— she likes this a little too much.
She likes the way he looks at her, the way he’s so stupidly entranced with her even if she acts annoyed. She’s only seen him a handful of times from seeing him in pictures with Mike and El as well as on TV but being in a private conversation with him? Yeah, it’s a little different, but Max isn’t fighting it.
She deep down hopes that he’s not sharing these photos to anyone else, but knowing his whore-self, he probably is.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Responding to NC Homework, Section 012, Isotopic Labeling
Hey, Lucas. Hope your night is good. I won’t have a study session this week, so I’ll give you the answer keys with the explanations on them so you understand them. Don’t tell anyone I sent them to you, or else.
Also, next time you send a document, make sure you check what the hell you’re sending.
From, Max.
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“So your plan for getting with this girl is sending her your nudes via email?”
The dorm room of Dustin Henderson was filled with the four of them; Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will. Dustin is sprawled out on his bed, Mike and Lucas on the floor with controllers in their hands and Will was sitting against the bed, one knee up to his chest as he listened to Lucas’ predicament.
Lucas nodded his head.
Mike shrugged his head, his thumbs moving the joysticks on the controller as he controlled his character. “I mean… it’s not a bad idea…” He tries to reason.
Dustin scoffs. “Really? You think that’s a good idea? Why not ask her for her number or easier shit than that.” He asks.
“You know damn well Lucas isn’t asking for her number.” Will cuts in, bouncing the tennis ball up and down with his left hand, the soft thuds of the ball on the floor and back to his palm fill the room. “You remember the last time he liked a girl and he refused to ask for her number?”
“Oh yeah! Who was that? Susanne from freshman math?” Mike reminisces, remembering how scared Lucas was of her and of asking her out.
Dustin howls out a laugh, Will chuckling as Lucas scoffs, reaching over to the tennis ball Will was bouncing in his hand and steals it, quickly chucking it at Mike who gets hit in the left bicep with it.
“Ow! You fucking dick!” Mike groaned, rubbing his bicep with the left side of the controller as he turned his head to find the tennis ball, grabbing it and throwing it back; Lucas blocks it with his forearm and the ball ends up going to a random corner of the bedroom. “I didn’t even start it!”
“Still!” Lucas shoots back.
“Okay, so basically, your plan is to keep on sending Max your nudes until she eventually becomes seduced enough to send one back?” Will tries to lay out to make the plan sound even the littlest bit of coherence.
Lucas affirms, spamming the buttons on the controller to kill Mike’s character on the screen, biting his tongue in between his teeth for a quick second. “If it worked for that girl who tried to get with Dustin, surely it could work for me!”
“He has a point as much as I don’t wanna admit it.” Dustin chimes, using a wrench from his bedside table to fix the screw on one of his robotics projects. “It took that girl like three pictures to get me, how many have you sent her, Lucas?”
“Like four!” He responds.
“So maybe one more will work on her!” Will offers. “Or you know… ask her on a date.”
“How do you even know she’s single and doesn’t have someone already?” Mike asks, eyebrows furrowed at the sudden thought.
Lucas shrugs; he doesn’t even know if Max is taken or not, but it’s not like he’s going to stop if she does have a little boy toy attached to her waist. “I’ve never heard her mention him or even give that a hint. On Valentine's Day, she didn’t post anything for him, and last time I checked, there’s nothing on her page or in her following to show that.”
Mike adds on. “El hasn’t mentioned anything ‘bout it to me either, and I know she would’ve.”
“Wait, El knows Max?” Will asks.
Dustin smacks Will’s shoulder lightly. “Dude, Max is that redhead El keeps on hanging out with.”
“Ohhhhhh.” Will says, his eyes slightly wide as he remembers seeing El and Max hanging out on occasion. She’s the redhead that always visits El’s dorm, she’s that redhead she posts too. “I thought that redhead was someone else.”
“Yeah, she’s the redhead that Lucas eyefucks every time he sees her.” Mike scoffs, focusing back on the game.
Lucas groans. “I do not eyefuck Max.” He tries to defend himself, although his tone is anything but convincing to the trio of boys. The way he doesn’t look at them and instead focuses on his character trying to kill Mike’s is all they need to know.
All three of them look directly at Lucas, with the most deadpan expression possible attached to their faces.
Lucas turns to them at the sudden silence, furrowing his brows and frowning. “What?!”
“You so eyefuck her, don’t lie to us.” Will says, playfully jabbing his knuckles into Lucas’ bicep in the form of a gentle punch.
Dustin nods in agreement. “Like we’re not even in your lectures and we know you eyefuck her.” He adds on. “You have like a massive boner crush on her.”
Lucas groans at Dustin’s name for his little thing for Max, just imagining it— and in some parts, it’s true. “Can you not call it that?” He tries to plead, but his plea falls on deaf ears.
“Eh, not until you ask Max out properly instead of sending her pictures of your limp dick.” Mike tries to reason, bouncing his foot.
“Wait, have you even talked to her one on one before?” Will asks out of curiosity.
Lucas thinks for a second before responding, shaking his head as his finger flicks the left joystick. “Uh… no.”
“Oh my god! You haven’t even talked to this girl?!” Dustin says out of shock, laughing in the process of it all, his curls bouncing.
“What?! I just don’t have the time for it… whenever I do want to talk to her, she’s not there.” Lucas tries to defend himself in the slightest.
“But you have enough time to sext her over email.”
“That’s different!”
Mike butts in, bumping shoulders with Lucas. “Here, how ‘bout this; I win and you have to do the forfeit which is actually talking to her one on one and not in a group study session. You win, and you get my credit card for the weekend.” Mike offers, looking at him for a split second to gauge his reaction.
Lucas thinks about the offer. He’s never lost to Mike before, especially in a game like Halo so of course, the cocky side of his brain activates. “Oh you’re so on.”
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 014, Nuclear Weaponry/Fallout
Hey Max… another email from me, I know.
I’m just wondering if you’re holding a study session this week? I just need some extra guidance on Prof Rogers’ essay about surviving a nuclear fallout, mainly just how the radiation would affect a human’s body and how to survive one, say like Fallout, that video game with that vault boy. Great game by the way, I recommend it.
But yeah, if you’re not holding one, it’s no big deal, just trying to see.
Holding the same gratitude,
Lucas S.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Responding to NC Homework, Section 014, Nuclear Weaponry/Fallout
Hey, Lucas.
Yes, I do have a slot open for a one-on-one study session. You’re like, the only person this week, which is good cause I’m finally catching a fucking break, thank god. But yeah, on Friday, after practice, come by the library.
Also yes, I’ve played the Fallout games, they are great games. New Vegas is my favorite, personally. But come by the library, Friday at 4, nobody will be there and I’m sure it won't take too much of your time.
With regards, Max.
The library at four pm was a place Lucas really didn’t want to be in; but he has a paper to get done (and also he lost to Mike, so this was the way he was going to uphold his part of the forfeit) and he knew exactly who could help him.
His backpack is slung over his right shoulder as his basketball shoes squeak against the library’s wooden floors, climbing the steps of the staircases with ease. The library had a dark academia setting to it, with dark oak decorating each banister and bookshelf, ambient lighting and desks upon desks of students. Large glass windows on the outside of the windows with curved tips showing the campus on the outside.
Getting to the fourth floor, he takes a left towards the study area, passing by aisles of bookshelves as he clears the middle, his eyes looking out for a redhead ahead of him. It’s not until he gets deeper, into the open space of long desks and dim desk lamps that he looks to his right; Max. Sitting at the end of the second desk, laptop open with a low screen brightness, a notebook out, and her forearm crutches noticeably not there.
He takes a few quick steps towards the table as he sits in the seat across from her, unzipping his backpack and grabbing his laptop.
She can tell it’s him by just his cologne. Only he wears the scent she smells.
“How many times are you gonna ask me to study with you?” She asks him, looking up from her laptop with the pen still in her hands.
He shrugs, logging in and seeing the screen already preloaded. “As long as you don’t tell me to stop… then as many as I can.”
Max smiles. “Well, your homework grade is going up at least…” She mutters, watching as he spins the laptop around, showing her the screen. “So at least it’s working.”
On Lucas’ bright ass laptop screen sat the assignment that the professor assigned two weeks ago and was due the upcoming Sunday.
[ ESSAY ] HOW TO SURVIVE A NUCLEAR FALLOUT.
In this assignment, you will be tasked with not only explaining what radiation does to the human body from organ to skin, but also explain the procedures necessary to survive a nuclear fallout if an atomic bomb is ever used in war.
Under the requirements section is the full page instructions on how to do it; read it carefully and if you still do not understand parts of it, reach out to me or the TA (but do not bombard her, try at first, only use her as a last resort).
Requirements:
4,000 words of original writing. (THE CITATION PAGE DOES NOT COUNT TOWARDS WORD COUNT)
At the minimum 7 sources to explain the radiation effects as well as survival tactics.
Double spaced, Times New Roman 12 point font. Must be turned in as a pdf document.
ATTACHED: Nuclear Fallout Essay (Full Instructions)
due: tomorrow @ 11:59 pm.
Max reads the assignment and looks at Lucas, who has a less than pleasant and calm expression on his face. “How much do you have done?”
Lucas thinks for a second before responding. “The first two about nuclear fallout and what it entails in the world, plus I have a draft of the survival section… I just need help on the radiation part of it. Like I understand it but at the same time, I want to make sure I’m making sense.”
“Okay, pull up your notes.” Max says, closing her own notebook and putting her full attention on Lucas— he’s handsome, she won’t lie to herself. There’s something about the way he looks that she can’t help but keep looking at. His brown eyes, the backwards cap with his short length dreads peaking out from under, two of them framing his face, that stupid smile on his face— everything about him tears Max up on the inside.
Plus it helps that she's literally seen his body and his junk before… so that helps!
Sliding the notebook across the table, Max puts it in between them and opens it up to the most recent tabbed on the side; NUCLEAR RADIATION.
“Okay, your introduction should explain to the reader what radiation exactly is and what it is pre-atomic and post-atomic… because you are sharing it to five different people who have varying knowledge of radiation.” Max explains, writing a little bullet point list on the side before turning the notebook back to Lucas. “So write down everything that happens to the human body when it’s affected by radiation, from low exposure to high exposure.”
Lucas clicks his pen and begins to write, murmuring to himself what he knows already about it. “Low exposure to radiation has been debated, but at least it has cancer risk running for it… which sounds fucked up to say but it’s true. No other effects have been documented well enough.” He says as he writes it down onto the paper.
Max watches for a moment before turning back to her own laptop, finishing the last piece of what she was doing, shooting words back at him. “Medium exposure can cause a higher cancer risk, blood can change like the reduction of white blood cells and anemia, radiation sickness can appear, as well acute radiation syndrome appearing if the exposure is heavy enough.”
Lucas hums along, writing it all down in the column next to the ‘low exposure’ area, looking up at Max to observe her for a moment. She looks gorgeous, the oversized blue flannel falling on her frame perfectly, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hair done in a lazy ponytail that’s falling apart. Her freckles look more prominent in this light.
“You know… you’re probably the only person who consistently sees me.” Max says, watching as he writes in his notebook. “I get a lot of kids— obviously because nuclear chemistry isn’t for the weak… but you’re the only one who keeps a consistent chain of interaction going…”
Lucas looks up for a second, nearly losing his breath looking at her but being able to respond. “Well, I care about my grade.” He says. “It’s a little egotistical but I’ve held a 4.0 in every year of schooling since middle school… so I try to keep it up… including in college.”
He's half lying, half telling the truth about it… and Max knows it. He’s telling the truth about the grades; she’s seen his transcripts; 4.0 in every single high school grade and even a 4.5 in junior year, but she also knows that deep down? He wants to see her too.
She can tell there’s more to it than that— the documents he shares with her in the emails are enough said.
She hums, putting her chin in her hand as she looks at her, elbow digging deep in the mahogany. “Lucas, you don’t have to lie.”
He looks up, trying to hide the ‘oh fuck I’m caught’ look on his face. “What? I’m not lying, I do care about my grades!”
Max tilts her head, narrowing her gaze at him.
Lucas folds instantly. “I also like seeing you, that’s all.”
“Oh really?” Max murmurs, gazing down to see his fingers work with the pencil again, making a new list of ‘high exposure results’ and writing down everything he knows.
“Yeah.” He nods his head. “Who wouldn’t like seeing you anyway?”
On the right hand side of the notebook, Lucas doesn’t mean to get too caught in his thoughts, actually wanting to get this godforsaken assignment done, but he doesn’t stop his hand when he begins to write a couple of things on the side of the notebook, watching them appear on the page.
Her hair looks so good when messy.
Flannels look sexier than they should on her.
She looks gorgeous today (but what is new)
She chuckles, rubbing the underside of her jaw. “Oh, you’re such a flirt.” She mutters to herself, looking at the desk to try to hide the reddening effect on her cheeks, keeping it in before looking back up at him, furrowing her brows. “Trying hard to be Casanova?”
He adds a new line to the side jumble of notes about Max.
Her laugh is cute.
“Eh, I prefer Romeo.” He shrugs, finishing up the last bullet points to each list, the notebook now full of different exposure levels and how they affect the human body; from the simple cancer risk increasing to straight up death because of high radiation exposure.
“Have you ever even read Shakespeare?" Max asks him, putting her forearms on the table as he continues to write.
He nods his head. “Of course! In high school, we had to write about Shakespeare and one of his stupid plays for an English essay.” He explains to her, spinning his notebook around. “Can you help me with this one? How does an individual element in an atomic bomb affect a human body? He wants us to write about either plutonium or uranium, and uranium is easier so everyone is going to pick that…”
Max smiles, picking up the notebook and reading out what he just wrote. Her eyes drift a little and find themselves on the right side of the notebook. She looks up at Lucas, who’s busy rambling on about how it’s reverse psychology to not pick the easiest one because ‘everyone else is lazy and is going to do the easier one’ as her eyes read the little notes on the right hand side of the paper.
Her hair looks so good when messy.
She’s so fucking hot, oh my lord.
Does she like what I send her? She’s not reacting badly to any of them so far.
Flannels look sexier than they should on her. The green compliments her hair.
She looks gorgeous today (but what’s new)
Reminder: Send her another one tomorrow night.
Her laugh is cute. Do I ask her out today? Make sure to ask about a bf.
It hits Max harder than it should, she can feel the heat of her body increase as the tips of her ears and the back of her neck become an inferno. Her entire body feels uncomfortable but not in the bad way, in the way of ‘oh shit’ and ‘he really thinks this of me’ as her eyes look over the words over and over again. She’s had boys (and girls) be interested in her— it’s college after all, but none of them piqued her interest like Lucas had. Seeing him in real time reciprocates feelings… It's definitely a fluttering feeling. (As if the nudes he was sending her through email wasn’t enough already.)
She smiles to herself, a smug smile that’s hiding the complete lovesick feeling she has, as she looks at Lucas, who doesn’t know she knows up to this point. “Well what do you think would happen if a person is exposed to plutonium, especially with the heat and the force of an atomic bomb?”
Lucas shrugs, scratching at his jaw. “Best case scenario? You get hit with radiation sickness and need medicine. Worst case scenario? You die.” He says, using basic logic as well as knowledge of radiation effects
“There you go, see, you’re smart when it comes to this stuff.” She comments, sliding the notebook back to Lucas who takes it. “You just need to explain it in a way… it’s hard to explain, but you have to explain it like you understand what the hell you’re writing about, but it can’t be too dumbed down to the point that it’s patronizing in a way.”
“And if I make it sound too complicated?” He asks, tilting his head as she explains it to him, flicking the pen in his hand.
“Then it sounds like you’re trying too hard.” She says, crossing her arms and putting them on the table. “You want people to be able to explain what radiation is and what it does to the human skeleton to someone who might not know what it does, that way that person can tell another person the same thing… you want it to be a chain reaction that everyone can understand.”
Lucas nods his head, understanding what she’s saying despite having to keep his head up and not focus on the veins peaking out of her forearm. God they look hot. “So basically; I need to impress you but not overwhelm you?”
She nods her head, and Lucas takes that as the answer.
Watching him write in the notebook, she talks again. “You have a good outline, good enough to make the word count, but you should properly talk about the radiation exposure in stages, that way it’s not just a jumbled mess of words.”
He looks up when she begins to talk, really watching her; the way she gets when she’s explaining something, he physically can’t take his eyes off her, it’s like she’s a magnet and he’s the opposite end of said magnet.
“Yes, ma’am…” He whispers, not even meaning to make it sound so pathetic, but it just falls out of his lips.
Max smiles when she hears it. His words are faint, but she’s not deaf. “I heard that.”
He doesn’t say anything, but that smile Max sees tells her all she needs to know.
Minutes pass as Max works on her own project for a different class and Lucas works on the paper, the softness of everything truly falls on Max; this could be their normal if one of them decides to even attempt at asking the other out… except there was a major issue; both of them were absolute pussies and neither of them spoke in terms of… that.
But Max speaks anyway. “You know, for someone who’s failing the homework section of this class… you sure do take a lot of notes.” She says.
Lucas swears his heart drops into his ass for a mere second.
He tries to play it off as normal in his expression even though deep down, his mind running fucking insane. “Yeah, it just helps me understand better.” He explains, now looking at Max. “I try my best in the class; my quizzes, I do well on them, and my labs are good… it’s just the homework.”
Oh he’s great at lying. Max thinks to herself. She heard the slightly higher pitch in the ‘yeah’ and how he keeps on wiping his hand on his pants, like they’re sweaty. “So you don’t just ramble on the side of your notes? They’re completely innocent and just to do with nuclear chemistry?”
Fuck. She knows. “Yea, nothing more than just some bullshit ‘bout half-life decay, nuclear stuff, sometimes elements and other things.” Lucas lies, saying it so casually for someone who, in his mind, is completely losing it.
“Oh yeah, totally, like how green compliments orange just like sodium and chlorine…” She says, knowing damn well what one of those notes said.
Lucas feels his face heat up, everything feels a lot tighter on him but he tries to shake his nerves off him, keeping his eyes fixated on the paper. He definitely knows she read the notes on the side because only he could’ve come up with green and orange mixing together… this fucking flannel and her hair. However, he tries to not let it get to him. “Totally…”
Max leans forward, clearing her throat before looking back at him. “You know… for someone who has to be interviewed by hundreds of people on a daily basis, you suck ass at lying, stalker.”
That’s the sentence that derails Lucas’ thought process. He can’t try to get out of it now, he’s been caught by her.
Instead, he tries to look behind him at the bookshelves, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not lying…” He tries, keyword; tries, to play off before looking back at her, and the look on her face? The furrowed eyebrows with the half-lidded eyes, the smirk on her face and her bangs falling down at the perfect degree? Yeah. His mask slips. “Just… don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“Really, Lucas? ‘She looks gorgeous today (but what’s new)’... that’s the best you have?” Max mimics from the notebook.
Lucas shrugs, trying his hardest to get his confidence back. “What? It’s not a lie.”
“Jesus Christ.” Max huffs. She’s not even mad about it, not disgusted or creeped out by it… she’s quite taken aback at his acceptance of her obviously knowing about the notes. She thought of him as more of a ‘play hard to get’ kind of gentleman. “At least you’re honest.”
“Max, I’m bad at homework, not blind to beauty.”
“So sly, Don Juan.”
Eventually, over the course of an hour of bickering, of going back and forth with the assignment, over forward progress; Lucas gets into a rhythm for the paper and Max finishes her own stuff. He gets into the work so much that he doesn’t need her help anymore and very adamantly didn’t want to take anymore of her time.
Packing up, Max takes occasional peaks over at Lucas, who has settled into a good rhythm of constantly checking his notes, writing on his laptop and going back to make sure the information is correct, one earbud in playing god knows what.
She catches herself smiling. At him. Something about him makes her feel like this and she can’t pin-point it exactly.
Lucas listens to Max packing up and looking up at her. “Thanks for helping out… I really do appreciate it.” He says, pointing to the work, his cheeks wearing a gentle smile.
Max nods, licking the inside of her mouth to try to get herself to not focus too much on how his jawline looks right now, or how his eyes glint in this light. “You’re welcome, it’s no big deal.”
“No like genuinely, thank you, I don’t know anyone else who would do this f’me.”
“Lucas, I signed up for this shit… I’ve dealt with needier students anyway.”
Max begins to walk towards the bookshelves and back to the stairs they came from, but before she fully exits, about four feet from the table she turns around, seeing Lucas go back to work, typing on the keyboard as the laptop’s keys echo throughout the library.
“Lucas, one more thing.”
He turns his head. “Yeah, Max?”
She looks away for one moment, a smile on her face as she says it, a sly one at that. “When you send your emails… keep adding images, it gives me motivation to help you.”
And without letting him even respond, or let him have time to process what she said, Max turns around and leaves the study area, heading towards the stairs and keeping Lucas in the position he was in.
Lucas’ brain takes in what she said, if it was just a friendly sentence or something deeper… and oh fuck. She knows. She commented on the photos.
It hits Lucas like a fucking freight train. It comes crashing down on him… both that she’s opened the photos and she likes the photos. He can barely feel his own body, it’s a high that he’s never felt before, something that no medical person could ever explain to him. He swears he can hear his own fucking heartbeat in his ear, that’s how dialed into what she said he was.
Keep adding images, it gives me motivation to help you.
Keep. Adding. Images.
The only sound that could leave Lucas’ mouth was a chuckle and a clicking of his tongue before going back to his work. “Okay, Mayfield… since you want ‘em…”
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 018, Half-Life
Hey Max… another email from me.
I just need help on half life, specifically on the problems that the prof assigned us last lecture.
I get some of them, I don’t get other ones. So I attached the ones I don’t understand down below and I hope you can help me.
Thank you once again,
Lucas.
Two Attachments • (Scanned for Viruses) ⓘ ↓ Add to Drive: Nuclear_Chemistry_HW018HALFLIVE.pdf | Nuclear_Chemistry_HW018HALFLIVEPT2.pdf
Max opens the second attachment with the same prediction she always has; it’s a nude, definitely not science homework, but she makes a premature guess on what it’s going to look like.
“Hopefully fully nude.” She whispers to herself as she opens it, the water of the shower heating up the bathroom, hazing out the mirror. “Probably another shirtless one.” She tells herself to drown out the hope she has.
And when the photo loads, her pussy does a weird squeeze around nothing as her eyes land on the photo; Lucas, after basketball practice (clear as day), in nothing but basketball shorts… no boxers, the outline of his curved cock clear. Was he taking these the days he was sending them or were they outdated photos? Max couldn’t care.
She touched herself to the photos either way.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 020, Nuclear Codes
Hey Max.
At this point, I’m just seeing if I’m doing the work correct or not.
This shit is especially hard for no reason, like why are there so many different rules for fucking nuclear codes? Anyway, I hope I’m doing it right, please tell me if I got any wrong or made any mistakes when writing them.
Thank you,
Lucas.
Two Attachments • (Scanned for Viruses) ⓘ ↓ Add to Drive: Nuclear_Chemistry_HW020NUCODES.pdf | Nuclear_Chemistry_HW020NUCODESPT2.pdf
The photo Max opens as she makes dinner on the stove is one she isn't expecting… but fuck, she’s not denying either.
It's one of Lucas, after the gym, after wearing that shirt that he cut the sleeves off himself, showing off his ridiculously big biceps with that specific bicep vein that just eats at Max’s cranium when she stared at it. He’s posing over the shoulder, the right side of his face showing with a smile, a glint in his brown eyes, showing off his shoulder muscles. Max sums it up to him having a back day that gym session.
Backwards cap with the school’s chemistry club on the side of it… fuck, she didn’t expect to be ordering take-out that night because fingering herself too hard ended up making her forget about the food on the stove… but Max isn’t complaining.
He’s supplying the nudes and she’s supplying the homework answers. Neither of them speak of the nudes… thus far.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Homework, Section 021, Nuclear Power Plants
Hey Max.
Again. Needing of help.
I drew the inside of a nuclear power plant, just like prof asked us to do, and I attached it down below. I just need help making sure that everything is lined up properly, because you drew that super sick (and really accurate) power plant in class to demonstrate how it should look when the teacher told you too. Wildly impressed.
Thank you,
Lucas.
Two Attachments • (Scanned for Viruses) ⓘ ↓ Add to Drive: Nuclear_Chemistry_HW021NUCPOPL.pdf | Nuclear_Chemistry_HW021NUCPOPLPT2.pdf
Max isn’t shocked like she was before at the fact that this is yet another nude.
This time, it’s Lucas, in the morning.
He has only pajama pants on, no shirt, showing off his sleek abs and clean v-line that god, looks too good on him. He’s in front of the mirror, his left hand holding the phone and the right hand holding the razor for his beard. His jaw is covered with white shaving cream, clearly from before classes began back up after Thanksgiving (she remembered him having a little bit of a beard during the final day of class) with a fresh cut, clearly shaven down— in her mind, she pictured him having longer twists, down to his cheekbone that day as well, now he has shorter twists and Max can estimate this picture was taken a month ago.
At least he still looks sexy as fuck in it.
It isn’t about a week and a half after the 6th photo is sent between emails that things finally come to a head. Until things finally— like Max has been wishing for and Lucas has been praying for… finally, they break and things get physical.
An important thing to know about Mike Wheeler… is that he doesn’t tell Lucas a lot of context information sometimes.
If he’s picking something up from a friend’s house, he won’t tell him until they’re in the car together, half way there. If he needs Lucas to pick something up from the grocery store, he won’t tell him what he needs in advance. That’s the issue with Michael Wheeler in Lucas’ eyes; when it matters the most, Mike fails to give him any warning on what the hell he’s stepping into… this was one of those situations.
“Can you pick up my hoodie from El’s apartment, you’re right by it anyway.”
That should’ve been an easy ass thing to do, just go up to El’s dorm, get the hoodie that El probably had in her bedroom, and go on to the Wheeler apartment. It should’ve been easy. Keyword; should’ve. Because Mike forgot to mention one thing… one very important fucking thing.
Lucas gets to the door of El’s apartment, and knocks on it, listening to his own knuckles against the door as the sound vibrates off the hall. He bounces on the balls of his feet, hands in his jeans pocket as he waits for the sound of the door opening to arrive.
After a short moment, he hears the lock of the door undo and the door swing to open.
What he expects is one of El’s fashion friends, or El herself with that warm smile, or even a cleaner for god knows what reason. What he didn’t expect… was Max fucking Mayfield, standing in El Hopper’s doorframe, looking up at him in nothing but a vintage Green Lantern shirt and green plaid pajama bottoms.
“Oh… hey, Max.” He lets out, his voice pathetically quiet and almost in utter disbelief.
Max looks up at Lucas, a smile on her face (with the most ‘oh shit’ feeling withheld in her chest). “Hey, Lucas, I didn’t know you were stalking me now.” Max says, leaning against the doorway as the door sits against her shoe.
Lucas scoffs, putting his hands in his back pockets as he tilts his head. “I am not stalking you! I-I just didn’t know you were… El’s roommate.”
“Really? I thought El or Mike or even Dustin would’ve told you by now…” Max says, looking back at her apartment and back at Lucas. To give the boys credit; they almost never hang out at El’s apartment, and if they do, Max was almost never home during those hours— something about a skateboarding magazine job that she’s always out handling stuff for. “What do you need anyway? You never come over here by yourself.”
“Picking Mike’s hoodie up; El was the last one who had it.” Lucas explains. It’s an absolutely reasonable thing to have a friend do.
But of course, Max doesn’t give him a second to breathe. “His lazy ass couldn’t do it himself?”
Lucas shrugs. “He was busy I guess. Also I was closer to this apartment than he was.” He tries to reason with her, trying to not let his confidence slip in front of her. “Can I just come in and get it real quick? Then I’ll be out of your way.”
Without a second thought, Max turned to the left, opening the door a little more and keeping the door open for him. “C’mon.”
Hesitating for one moment, Lucas pushes it out of his mind and steps into the apartment, taking a few steps forward as he hears the door shut behind him. The apartment was clean, with a dim light overtaking the entire place.
With three tan walls and a brick wall facing him, big glass windows displaying the city life, and dark wood floors, the apartment is a lightly cluttered, albeit very spacious array that Lucas hadn’t seen before. He guesses that since this room is at the very end of the hallway, it’s a bigger one. On the right side of the walkway sits a broom closet with a washer and poor dryer, closed behind a door and on the left side sits a table with keys, lanyards, boots on the bottom, and other various items the girls throw onto it. With three steps into the apartment, Lucas gets a good view of the layout of the place.
In the middle of the wooden floors are two carpets, blended into each other like a jigsaw piece. One carpet, on the left, has Jolteon on it, the other on the right has Sylveon. Sylveon’s tail and Jolteon’s front paws connect them into a cute little circle; adding a pop of color in the overall beige setting.
On the right side of the apartment, in the bottom right corner, is the kitchen, with a kitchen island and spacious counters finished with a marble black top to them. The cupboards are housed above the counter, with an oven and a stove. On the left side of the fridge is a door, a bedroom door that Lucas guesses is one of the girls. In the top right corner, a desk sits, with a dartboard that’s clearly seen better days on the wall next to it.
On the left side of the living space; in the upper left corner, has a large television on a wood table, a light strip under the television. A coffee table and a larger couch also sit in the living room. On the left side of the television is another bedroom door, again, Lucas surmises it’s one of the girl’s bedrooms. Hugging the wall is a vinyl player and vinyl shelves, on top of a smaller wood table, the AC panel right above said vinyl player.
Lucas can see the small limp in Max’s walk as she leads him into the apartment.
Even with the clean place, Lucas can see the effects of these two girls on this place; Max’s chemistry notes sprawled out on the coffee table in front of the couch alongside the arm crutches laying on the L-piece of the couch, the mannequin torso El uses for her fashion pieces (clearly has seen better days) in the top left corner, right next to the fire escape, the wooden milk crate of new fabrics El is using sitting next to the poor mannequin torso, the textbooks for the G.E.D classes both girls use on the kitchen island.
“Mike’s hoodie is in my room.” Max tells him, walking across the room to the left side of the room, Lucas follows her with no problem as she reaches the door next to the television, swinging it open. “Me and El were studying together and she was wearing it. She left it in my room.”
Lucas nods along to the given explanation and doesn’t fight it. In a quick flash, the soft lights to Max’s dorm light up as Max flicks the light switch.
Her dorm looks exactly like how Lucas pictured Max Mayfield’s dorm to look; a bed with soft sheets and an X-Men throw blanket on top in the middle on the right wall, a bedside table on each side with various items displayed on them. On the left side was a small television, two posters on either side of the TV, showing off “The Karate Kid” and Madonna. There were two other doors beside the bedroom door; the closet door, which was on the bottom right corner and the bathroom, on the top left corner, right next to the Madonna poster. Research notes and nuclear decay charts were taped to the glass window of Max’s room, giving her a good view on the city.
The grey hoodie with The Beach Boys on the front sat on Max’s desk chair, which was right below the notes and pressed against the window, her computer quiet with the dim overhead light adding a little too sensual atmosphere for what was truly happening.
But Lucas shrugs it off.
“Nice room.” He says, his voice tight and clearly in another world entirely, but he tries to keep focus on the issue at hand. “I like the posters… especially the Daredevil one.” He says, pointing to the poster right beside her headboard.
Max smiles at his compliment, leaning against the end of the bed, her fingers on the dark oak wood the bedframe is made of. “Thank you.” She says, looking at him, clearly seeing the nervousness oozing through his veins. “So…”
He feels his heart fall into his ass. He’s never been this private with her; unlike the public library or behind a computer screen or in the teacher’s room… they’re completely alone in her bedroom. Oh yeah, he suddenly reminds himself of that part; her fucking bedroom. “So?” He responds back.
“Interesting homework submissions lately.” Max tells him, keeping that coy tone attached to her words. She knows exactly what she’s talking about— just being more deliberate with it than in the library.
Lucas groans out loud, covering his face with his right hand as he tries to hide behind the embarrassment. Yes, he sent them. Yes, he continued to send them even after she asked for more. Yes, he’s still hell of embarrassed to talk about it with her in this bedroom. “Oh my god…”
“You really thought I wouldn’t keep opening them?” She challenges him, tilting her head up at him, a smile on her face. “I asked you to keep sending them.”
“Well I hoped you wouldn’t keep opening them.” He tries to give himself an excuse; but of course, it doesn’t work in his favor whatsoever.
Max shakes her head. “You quite literally kept sending your nudes through the university email system, besides, I check my emails every day because the professor would fire my ass if I didn’t.”
She stumped him there, but he tries to deflect, sputtering out a response. “I panicked! That’s it!”
Fuck that sounded bad. Why did I say that? He thinks internally, and Max reads him quicker than he even thought she would.
“You panicked for six separate emails?” Max raises an eyebrow, not letting him breathe for a god damn second. It’s not even like she’s mad or anything— she likes the pictures he’s sending her, she just likes to see him squirm.
He’s cute when he’s flustered.
Lucas licks his bottom teeth thinking for a second, Max already caught him, so why try to weasel his way out of it. “To be fair; it’s not like you told me to stop sending you them… in fact, that day at the library? You told me to keep sending them… so I did what you told me to do!”
Max studies him just for a moment, her eyes narrowing at him as she nods along to your words. “I did tell you that… I also thought you’d be a little more clever than just, ‘hey, here’s my cock, hope you enjoy!’, typically, people don’t wait ‘till the sixth nude to ask someone out.”
He shrugs. “I’m not very good at being subtle, but clearly you liked it.”
She chuckles at his cockiness. It’s attractive in an odd way. Normally, she’d knock men out who had the audacity to speak like this… but Lucas is different in a way. Don’t ask her how, he just is. “You’re very bold, Sinclair.”
“And you’re very hot, but here we are.” Lucas sighs, putting both hands on his hips as he exhales, leaning back with a sly grin on his face.
Max doesn’t know if she wants to punch the living daylights out of him, or push him to the bed… but apparently, she doesn’t think for too long. Everything’s built up over the last two months of him sending the nudes, flirting in class, and helping him through the course even though he has a good enough grade that he doesn’t even need the tutoring. It also helps that he’s a sexy man who happens to be on her television screen every Friday night in a basketball jersey. And besides, she doesn’t see a girl his arm is wrapped around… so why not?
And before Lucas could even speak, Max’s right hand grips the front of his jacket and pulls him down, meeting her height.
“Hi.” He mutters, totally not looking down at her lips when he says it, quickly looking back up with a shit-eating smile on his face. “You’re pretty.”
“And you make me want to punch you in the face.” She responds to him, keeping her right hand in his jacket material.
He shrugs. “At least I get touched by you…” He surmises, smiling like an asshole as he sees a blush slowly creep through her skin.
Max rolls her eyes at him, and before he could even think to respond to her, Max leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips.
Lucas’ mind goes into hyperdrive in a fucking second; like a lightning bolt as her warm lips press against his.
Max Mayfield is kissing him.
The same girl he’d wish he could kiss. The same girl he’d have fantasies no good man should have about a girl who he barely talks to beside tutoring. The same girl he loves looking at during class. Kissing him. His lips are touching hers. It’s not even the first time he’s kissed a girl, but god damn, with the thoughts in his mind? It’s like his first time all over again.
Lucas moans against her lips, letting out a surprise sound before his hands find themselves a buckle position, landing on Max’s hips.
Max reaches up, wrapping her left arm around his neck as her left hand finally gives his jacket a little breathing moment, cupping his cheek and feeling herself hike up to her tippy-toes, the pads of her toes seeping deep into the wood floors of her bedroom.
Her movements make Lucas tighten his arms around her as their tongues press against each other, Max’s tongue on top of Lucas’ but not for long as her head tilts to the left, letting Lucas get more access within her mouth. He doesn’t help himself when he leans forward and brings her forward a lot more as their bodies press against one another.
“Max…” Lucas moans against her lips, moving his right hand to the back of her ginger hair, some of her curls tickling his fingers as their feet slowly shuffle on the floor, blinded to anything that wasn’t themselves.
Max feels herself drop down to the bed as Lucas bends down as well, the back of her knees on the edge of the mattress as she soaks into the soft covers. “Lucas… god, you kiss good…” She mutters, tightening her arms around him.
He couldn’t help but moan. Truly, he was pathetic already. Her murmurs are so hot under her breath and against his lips. She sounds so pretty. “Mhmmm?” He challenges, smiling against her lips as she kisses him again, his hands shameless with how he just smoothly goes up her shirt from the back and feels her back muscles. “You’re not too bad, hun.”
Fuck. The petname. She wants to punch him again, but she stays quiet; it sounds hot when it comes off his mouth.
“Shut up.” She mumbles, feeling his lips feel hers and kiss down her jaw, groaning under her breath as his lips touch uncharted territory with her neck. “Lucas.”
He can feel her hands tug at his shirt and jacket, trying to not show his boner so fucking quick but how could he not? The girl of his dreams is moaning for him in his arms. “You want it off?” He asks, looking up at her as he kisses the space between both of her collarbones, dragging down the neck of her shirt to access.
“Yes. Both of them. Get it off, lemme see what those girls go fuckin’ crazy for. Let’s see if it’s for nothing.” She tells him, unzipping his jacket and shoving it off his shoulders.
Lucas smiles as he leans back with his knees pressing into the edge of the mattress, taking off the jacket and feeling it drop to the floor. After the jacket falls to the floor, Lucas doesn’t waste any time grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it upwards, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side, revealing his muscles to her.
Max can feel her mouth go dry; fuck. Now she understands somewhat why so many girls (and some guys?) want him oh so bad. She can see the muscles in his biceps, the six-pack from working out and being a highly prospected basketball player, and the v-line— with a clean cut yet obviously… happy trail, leading down to under his pants.
“Fucking hell…” She mutters, scanning his body up and down, licking the inside of her cheek as Lucas’ body enters her mind, evening her breathing. “C’mere.”
He nods as he leans back in, pressing his lips on hers again and grabbing the hem of her shirt, beginning to tug it off her body. “I’m not the only one being naked, get this shit off.”
Max does what he says— the same way he followed her orders, and takes her shirt off, throwing it to the floor and revealing to him the body she has. Toned stomach, clean happy trail that’s peaking out of the sweatpants she was wearing, and her breasts are in his face. She doesn’t have the biggest boobs but she doesn’t have small boobs either— they’re big enough for Lucas because everything about her is perfect for him.
“Gorgeous.” He whispers quietly, leaning in and kissing the center of her chest, his hands now aiming their placement on the waistband of her sweatpants. “Now let’s see if you’re wearing anything under here.” He mutters, feeling her hands help out as well.
Max grins at his neediness to take everything off her, there’s something turning in her chest with need. “Don’t know Lucas, what if I am?”
He shrugs, meeting her eyes with his brown eyes. “Just another piece for me to ruin.”
“You ruin it, you pay for it, Lucas.”
“Not a problem for me, Max.”
And before Max could even reply to his words, he tugs down the pajama pants she was wearing, yanking them off her legs and onto the floor with ease and precision that only a man who’s pulled down many girls pants before.
Lucas’ breath loses its owner as he looks at her full body— her white panties being the only piece of clothing still on her body hiding her completely naked body from Lucas. But Lucas still can’t think straight seeing her in this state. She looks like a goddess in the flesh, her body perfect in his eyes with sleek legs and big thighs that could fit perfectly in Lucas’ hands.
Max could feel his eyes roam her body with no shame, bracing herself on her forearms as she watches him lean in, pressing kisses to the inside her thigh as his fingers twirl around the waistband of her panties.
“Oh Jesus, baby. If I didn’t know any better, would’ve thought you were trying to kill me.” Lucas mutters, toying with the panties’ waistband before beginning to tug ‘em down, Max allowing it and even extending her legs to get them fully off.
And there they are; her glistening folds, her pussy ready for him, with a tiny bit of Max’s orange hair on the top of it and leading up to her stomach. She looks so gorgeous.
“I knew you were gonna be pretty under these clothes, but fuck, Max.” He lets out, looking at her before their lips meet again, Max feeling him throw her legs over his broad shoulders.
Max lifts her right hand down and puts her hand on the back of Lucas’ neck, sucking in a breath as her heels hit his back. “What, Sinclair? Never seen a pussy before?”
Lucas shakes his head, leaning in and pressing a kiss right above her clit, not on the actual clit itself but right above the clitorus. “No I have.” He tells her, his right hand gently pressing on her abs, feeling the muscles under his hand, his left hand holding onto her thigh. “Just not as pretty as yours.”
Max sucks in a breath as Lucas readjusts his position, his crotch rubbing against the edge of the bed as he holds onto her body like porcelain, careful to touch. He looks fucking amazing in this position, in between her legs, eyes looking up at her like he’s been dreaming about this— and in some space of the truth, he has been.
Leaning in, Lucas places a soft kiss onto her cunt, right on her clitorus as he soaks in the taste of her on his lips— even after the littlest bit of her wetness hits his lips, he audibly moans, the vibration shooting up Max’s spine as he finally leans in. Sticking out his tongue, Lucas goes from the middle of her folds to the top, nose brushing against her skin as he does so, then back down, getting a real taste of her.
It’s like anticipation finally crumbling as Max’s legs shake at the first interaction of his mouth in between her legs, not even getting a second to think about it before Lucas begins to try to grapple onto a slow yet fulfilling speed.
“Ohhhhh, Lucas… oh fuck— fuck, mhm…” Her mouth lets out, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes as her left hand stays in the sheets, her right hand trailing down to his hair, feeling his twists against her fingers.
He finally looks up at her again, this time with his tongue flicking back and forth from her hole to her clit, sometimes taking occasional sucks on her clitoris, other times kissing like it’s her lips. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He questions before closing his eyes, delving back in with intensity that he didn’t know he had, sucking around both folds as his tongue flicked faster, tongue muscles working hard. “Like me eating this pussy all good… giving this girl what she deserves for being so wet and patient f’me? Bet she’s been dreaming ‘bout my tongue.”
Every word spoken by him ruins Max even more.
His words vibrate off her skin, heightening goosebumps and creating small lightning bolts through her spine, making her arch her back and dig her heels into his back as a response.
Each lick of his mouth hits her deeper, fingers straining in their own selected spot as Max loses herself in the sea of pleasure, he’s losing himself in her cunt. “Lucas! Oh god! S’So good… keep going… keep licking my pussy please, oh god it feels so good.”
“Ain’t gotta worry, baby.” He whispers, licking faster on her clit. His nose sitting on top of her cunt, his chin becoming wet with her juices.
Max twists her fingers in his hair as he licks all over her cunt, going up and down, sucking hard on some places as his tongue works magic over her sobbing pussy. She’s never felt this good— never had a man this in tune with her body— but she feels him all around her, his hands keeping her in place, his tongue keeping her at bay.
Her legs lock around his head, nails digging into the back of his head and shoulders as she feels herself get closer and closer to her orgasm, and Lucas knows it.
He snakes his right hand downwards, coating his fingers in her juices as his middle and ring fingers begin to prod at and open up her cunt for him, two of his fingers slickly sliding into her with no issue, but Max’s blue eyes roll back at the sensation. His fingers don’t give her any breathing room, delving right in and matching the fast pace of his tongue, going as far as he can to the point his knuckles hit her cunt.
“Oh baby.” He moans, flicking his fingers up on her walls and curling them inside her, feeling her arch under him. “So needy that you’ll take my fingers without complaining… pussy so wet f’me.”
She wants to hit him for talking ‘bout her cunt like this— like an asshole… but the way he’s eating her? She can only moan for him, her mouth agape and lost in the pleasure he’s giving her.
Each push of his fingers in and out of her only gets wetter as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm, his lips sealing around her clitorus and sucking hard as his middle and ring fingers curl again and again. With his left hand, he cups her breast, feeling her hand go over his as the other remains in his hair.
He swirls his tongue around the top of her cunt before licking all the way down to her hole, then back up. “Fucks sake, baby.” He moans, curling his fingers again. “If I knew you tasted this god damn good… would’ve had you like this far earlier.”
Max couldn’t respond, her eyes rolling back being Lucas’ answer to his words as her toes curl, heels digging into his back as she feels each nudge of his fingers. She’s melting from the inside out from his words and his abilities with his fingers, listening to the wet sounds of his fingers meeting her cunt, not caring how loud she is.
You try to be quiet with how good you’re being eaten out— yeah. It’d be impossible. Max didn’t care if she sounded like a broken record screaming his name.
Lucas just smiled. If this is how she moans with only my tongue… imagine my dick.
“Lucas— L’Lucas, oh fuck. ‘M gonna cum! Fuck! Sh—Shittttt!” She moans as she falls over the edge, right as she feels him insert another finger into her, his right hand keeping her pinned down to the bed.
He smiles against her folds and continues to lick, his jaw working ten fold as he goes faster than he was, curving his fingers quicker as well as his wrist fucking strains but he doesn’t care— if it makes him see Max Mayfield cum like this? His wrists can strain all they want. He ignores the pain and only focuses on the pleasure, feeling himself get harder with each moan registering in his head.
“There you go; cum for me baby, ruin my fingers with your cum, lemme taste you. Probably tastes so good, huh?” He whispers, leaning back and letting slip another finger, this time his pointer finger.
Max’s legs tremble as she comes down from her high, her head leaning back into the mattress as her hand retracts from Lucas’ hair, both hands going on each side of her head and curling around nothing as Lucas retracts his head.
He’s slow to pull out his fingers but he slowly eases his fingers, his hand aching a little as he pulls his three fingers out, his skin decorated with her cum.
With no hesitation, he puts his fingers up to his lips and licks the cum off his fingers, watching as Max watches him, her brows furrowed and her vision coming back to her as the salty taste of her cum hits the tastebuds of his throat, sucking hard on his own fingers to get every bit of her cum off his fingers. She’s salty and she’s addictive. It’s too good in Lucas’ mind.
“Mhm… tastes good, Max… could have this all day.” He mutters mindlessly, getting every little bit of the cum he can get. He begins to undo his pants with his free hand, undoing the button of his jeans and tugging down the zipper.
Max watches breathlessly, feeling her senses and the feeling of her body come back to her as she comes down from her high, unlatching her legs from his shoulders to slowly lift herself up, pushing herself up from the edge of the bed and to the pillows and the head of the bed.
Lucas watched and stood up quicker than he meant to, letting his pants drop to his ankles before stepping out of the denim material, not waiting to pull down his tight boxers as well.
With bated breath, Max’s eyes drift down to his lower half, where she sees his cock, no underwear hiding behind it. And god the pictures don’t give it credit.
The slight left curve is still there— he can’t be less than six inches at most, with a perfect thickness. His stupid happy trail is present but he’s clean shaven around the balls. Max tries to not think too hard as Lucas gets on the bed, but how could she not? He’s huge in every sense of the word and she can’t think properly.
But before Max could think, Lucas hooks both of his hands around her thighs and drags her towards him; not too rough but enough to get her closer. He keeps his left hand on the back of her thigh, his right hand coming up to his mouth as he spits in it, pushing it back down where his cock sits and strokes himself with his hand. Max is already wet enough to where it should be easy with no friction, but Lucas is just making sure.
Her hands lift upwards, implanting on both sides of his chest, right on his pecs. Her nails dig into his skin as the tip of him slips against her folds, quick to be realigned.
He looks down at her with a gentle gaze. “I’ll go slow, promise, I know I’m… not the smallest.” He says it with care, but also that damn smugness he always has, like he knows.’
Max rolls her eyes at it. “Oh shut up, I know you have a big dick, just get it in me.”
His cock twitches at her words and he begins to push into her, feeling her pussy immediately suck around him and tighten. “So I do have a big dick? Say it again.”
The breath is knocked out of her as each inch fills her with seemingly and shamelessly no effort whatsoever. He doesn’t even have to try; her pussy is allowing him to get into her with only the slightest of pushback to stretch her more. She’s that needy for him. It puts a blush on her cheeks, but she doesn’t let it affect her.
Max shakes her head, not meaning to but she digs harder into his skin. “Nope. N-Not getting that satisfaction y-yet… fuck!”
Lucas smiles despite himself, watching his cock disappear inside of her as he eases into him. “There you go, good girl.” He whispers, his voice grounding her as his left hand strokes the back of her thigh he’s holding, his right hand moving once enough of him is in her to her other leg, holding her left calf and stroking the skin there too. “Taking me so well, fucking hell, baby.”
Max feels overwhelmed in the best way possible— he’s filling her up and she feels so much warmer than she did before. She’s had sex before, obviously, but not with a man this thick. “Lucas… oh fuck, Lucas… s’so full, fucking hell.” Her curses are whispers, gasping as he finally gets the last inch in.
He groans louder than he means to, feeling her clamp down on him hard as his balls hit the lower of her clit.
Adjusting his posture, Lucas begins to slowly ease out of her, each inch dragging before thrusting back in, filling her all over again and forcing those walls to stretch around him.
Max throws her head back, letting out a broken gasp as she feels herself get broken into by his dick, feeling that left curve hit the left side of her pussy in a way that’s indescribably good.
Lucas groans, beginning to get a momentum that’s consistent and easy to keep. Not slow, but not fast either. Rough but not mean. Making sure to thrust in all the way to get every inch possible, he feels her open up to him, her nails dragging up and down his chest as each thrust rocks her world.
“So good for me, Max… so pretty taking my dick like this.” Lucas mutters, keeping his hands where they are as his muscles flex, feeling her walls slowly stretch around him and making the thrusts easier to endure. “Good girl, stretch for me… atta girl.” He speaks, almost to her cunt herself, and the most pathetic part is that her pussy actually listens to him.
She whimpers at his words, feeling him pull in and out, in and out, his cock rubbing against her walls as pleasure oozes through her veins even with the slowest of thrusts.
He takes in every single sound she makes, letting it sit happily in his head as he continues to move, his thumbs stroking her skin.
“Lucas, oh fuck.” Max moans, her eyes trying to not let the tears of pleasure show under her eyelids but she can’t help but watch as his thick cock pushes in and out of her, cunt fluttering ‘round him.
Lucas continues to thrust in and out of her in a slow, consistent rhythm as each piston of his cock gives him more of her pretty moans, feeling her nails dig into his chest before moving, wrapping around his biceps and digging into that skin as well. He moans at not only her walls clenching for him but also her nails on his skin— it feels fucking incredible as each mark cements on his skin deeper and deeper just as his cock continues to ruin her.
Max is speechless as each rock of his hips hits her deeper and deeper, feeling Lucas cockily angle his dick to get every single inch in her— to the point his happy trail’s hair is scratching against her skin. He makes her feel so full in the right places, it’s unbelievable.
He grins at seeing her lack of words. “Oh? Now you can’t speak? Can’t speak while my dick is ruining you. So fuckin’ deep in you and you can’t give me a damn word.” He mutters, no degrading in his words but rather… love, and a little awe.
Her fingers leave his biceps again, each nail dragging down his chest and creating marks on his chest, the reddening pattern beginning to blemish on his abs.
“S-Shut up, asshole.” Max responds back, leaning her head back as he begins to pick up speed, hearing his audible grunts as he goes faster in her folds.
He shakes his head, readjusting his own hands; putting both of them into the mattress on each side of her stomach. “Keep moaning like this f’me and I might fuck you in your asshole. Thanks for the suggestion, pretty girl, so smart even with my dick in you.”
God I want to punch him so fucking bad. Max thinks to herself as her body gets pumped full with pleasure, feeling every single limb on a different planet. Her voice is broken as her eyes roll back, her entire body feeling like heat. “Y’You get your dick in me o-once and you act so fu’fucking smug…” She moans, crying as he hits her g-spot dead on, her back arching off the bed.
“Oh c’mon baby, don’t act like that.” Lucas whispers, taking in the sight of her back arching off the bed as he works on his main goal; making her cum all over his cock. “If you knew how long I’ve been dreaming ‘bout you and your pretty body… how long I’ve been trying to make a move… how long I’ve been dying just to see you smile at me, oh sweetheart, you’d act the same way.”
The redhead didn’t have an answer for his pathetic words; only moans. And that satisfied Lucas deeply.
His mind watches her, his eyes looking at her so softly even though his cock is doing the polar opposite. He watches her like he’s trying to keep the image in his head, trying to cement the view of Max’s blue eyes rolling back every time he hits the deepest spot within her.
Max’s fingers wrap around his forearms as she feels closer and closer to her orgasm. Every single nerve in her is on overdrive; Lucas feels so good so deep inside her that she feels nothing but him.
“L-Lucas— Lucas! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna- gonna cum! F’Fuck.” Max sobs, voice cracking as each moan leaves her mouth.
He doesn’t stop his thrusts as he gets her closer and closer to her orgasm, only pumping his cock at a consistent rough rhythm as his right hand lets go of the bedsheets, going down in between her thighs and pressing on her cunt. “Go ahead, Max, be a good girl and cum for me.” He whispers.
And his words is all she needs to fall over the edge, with that stupid smile on his face in that hushed tone that she loved so much even if she’s only known it for a little bit of time; it’s melted her from the inside as her back arches off the bed and she feels her orgasm flush every part of her body.
Every sense in her body feels overstimulated as Max’s orgasm rip through her, pussy fluttering around Lucas’ dick as her toes curl, fingers digging deeper inside his body as her mind is ruined by him. She feels so good that she can’t even sputter out words towards him, only whimpers and soft moans as she continues to revel in the pleasure, feeling his hips not stop their movements… but she does feel him brush a hand through her hair.
If there was a favorite site in Lucas’ life, he would’ve said seeing the Eiffel Tower in person, but now? It’s the sight of Max Mayfield cumming because god damn she looks like a goddess in this light.
He watches with extreme pleasure as Max came down from her orgasm, her eyes rolling back into regular position as he pulls out quickly, seeing her cum decorated his thick inches— he tried to ignore his balls clenching with a need to release all the semen that’s been building up since he first ate her out; but he refuses to give himself that pleasure yet.
With his touch going all the way down her body as both hands grab her waist carefully, he moves Max around, watching her accept his actions and roll onto her stomach, her back arching a little as his hands touch her lower back.
“Mhm, good girl.” He whispers, one hand going down to his cock and wrapping around the base, leaning in and patting his dick on her cunt, moaning very audibly at the wet sounds caused by his actions.
Max can’t help but whimper at Lucas’ action, feeling the softness of his hands mix with the soft pillows as she feels his tip slap against her clit, curling her toes and moaning quietly. Her fingers wrapped into her own bedsheets, feeling her legs shake as Lucas’ gentle hand pressed on her body. The bed creaks under the weight of them, his breath against her shoulder as he lines up his cum-covered cock with her folds again.
She looks over her shoulder, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead as her half-lidded blue eyes look directly into Lucas’ own brown eyes. Stretching her arms on her pillows and her fingers brushing against the headboard, Max presses against Lucas’ thick cock.
“C’mon, Lucas… don’t tell me you’re tired after one round.” Max whispers, a smirk tugging on her lips.
Lucas scoffs quietly, leaning in with his right hand holding her hip and his left hand holding the base of him. “I don’t think I’m the one who’s tired after one round.” He responds, flexing his right hand to crack his knuckles as his tip slides easily back into her folds, feeling her pulse around his thickness.
Max moans into the pillow as Lucas pushes into her with ease, it’s embarrassing in a way— the way he can just push into her without an issue. “Oh fuck, Lucas, ‘mhm…”
He smiles to himself as a groan leaves his lips, feeling her wrap around him again. His right hand squeezes the hip he’s holding, his left hand remaining on his cock until enough of him is in her to move. Placing itself on the pillow to the left of her, he feels the strands of her damp orange hair tickle his wrist, the pillow squishing under him.
“There you go, good girl f’me.” He quietly praises, going until the base of his cock is rubbing against her body, grinding right against her folds. “Feel how deep I am?” He questions, moving his right hand to snake under her belly, pressing his hand right on the quiet bulge in her abdomen.
She nods to his question, feeling each inch of him inside her as she adjusts, her right arm under her head, making her keep her eyes on him as her left hand stays on the dark oak headboard.
He soaks in the sight; again, he thinks about it all— the fact that this has been a girl he’s been chasing silently for so long now, he’s in her bed and she’s taking his dick.
Not letting himself get caught up in the moment, Lucas pulls out until the tip is in and thrusts back in, feeling the bulge rub against him as it gets more and less prominent with each thrust.
Max couldn’t even begin to process everything, it feels amazing everywhere, each sense that was once overstimulated from round one re-activating and making the pleasure of each thrust more intense, her body used to how it feels to be fucked by him at this point. Her face flushed as she tried to hide in the pillow, grinding her ass against him to chase each thrust as her pussy pulsed ‘round nothing.
Thrusting deeper within her, Lucas frowns to himself when he realizes that Max’s eyes? Aren’t on him anymore.
“Oh c’mon, baby…” He whispers in a tone that Max would definitely punch him for saying it in— but right now? She’s too lost to even say anything besides his name in the flurry of moans leaving her mouth.
He leans forward, keeping his right hand on the bulge as the left hand moves to place itself right next to her. “Don’t do that, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He tells her, that stupid ass patronizing tone attached to his words as he mentally figures out a way to get her eyes to look at him… and like a lightbulb moment, he realizes.
She always looks at my muscles in class.
Max goes to speak, to tell him to go faster because she’s close, but before she could speak, her head is lifted and a thick hump of muscle is placed under her chin. Then, she feels his long fingers in her hair, his thumb right next to her ear as his chest presses against her back and face on the right side to her.
He flexes a little and moves her right hand to cup the surface of it, she realizes it’s his bicep. He put her in a gentle headlock, feeling his eyes watching her.
Her short nails dig into his forearm as their eyes catch for a moment. “L-Lucas, oh fuck!” She moans out.
“There you go, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He says, kissing the side of her head while keeping his eyes on hers, watching her face morph with pleasure each time he thrusted deeper.
Her nails create marks on his arm as well the back of the headboard, her eyes rolling back as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. She can feel Lucas flex his arm harder, keeping her in this headlock and using it to his own advantage.
He strokes the bulge in her abdomen as he uses the position to thrust faster, leaving no space to breath in between hip movements.
“H-Harder, Lucas, ‘m close.” Max gets out in between her noises. Her toes curl as she feels his face press against the side of her head, taking in her scent through his movements.
Lucas smiles, kissing her hair as he rubs her face with his left hand, stroking his thumb on her cheek. “Yeah, sweetheart? You're close? Gonna cum on my cock again, huh?”
Max nods in response, their eyes blistering each other’s. “Y-Yes, oh fuck, right there!” She says as his cock hits a sensitive spot within her cunt. She tries to catch her breath in between each wet hip jut. “Don’t get s’so fucking smug.”
“You can’t really blame me, sweetheart.” He tries to reason, his voice losing some of its weight when she clamps down on him hard. “You’re a gorgeous sight to see.” He presses open mouth kisses to her hair, eyebrows furrowed as his finger twirls a piece of her red hair.
Each thrust collectively gets harder and harder, chasing both of their highs as quickly as possible. The bed’s posts whimper in response to the movements.
God he’s such a fucking sap. Max thinks to herself as pleasure seeps through her bones with no intention to stop. Each one of his pistons inside her, fingers clawing at both his forearm and the bedsheets.
“Lucas— oh fuck, Lucas.” Her mind is mush at this point, completely swallowed by him from the inside out. “Gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum!”
Lucas doesn’t stop when she says it, only going faster and harder. His chest slips up and down her back, his right hand presses down on her abdomen again as he adjusts his angle; aiming as deep as he could get in. He leaves no room whatsoever, pushing her towards her orgasm.
“Cum for me, Max.” He whispers, his forearm going numb with how hard she’s digging her nails into him. “Unload on my dick again, honey, lemme see it.”
And with those whispered words in that hushed tone, and a particularly hard thrust, Max came over the edge.
Her eyes rolled back, knuckles whitening at the amount of pressure she squeezes on their hand’s respective areas as she hit her orgasm. Her legs shook, hiding her face in the sheets as much as she could as she inadvertently grinded against him through the pleasure haze in her mind.
Lucas’ thrusts sputter for a moment, watching her cum all over his cock— she squeezed around him, his balls clenching at seeing the sight.
“Ohhhhh fuck, Max.” He lets out, dropping his head from her head to her shoulder, his teeth scraping the skin of it as his hips jitter, nearly losing his momentum but he’s able to keep a hold of it.
Max is completely and utterly exhausted and in another dimension of pleasure up to this point— her pussy pulsating and body bent as she cums all over his cock, lighting-like strikes hit her in the best way possible as his cock continues to further her orgasm. Her ass is red up to this point— marking of his hips continual harsh movements, her hair is sticking to the side of her head even with his bicep curled around her.
“Lucas… Lucas… Lucas… oh fuck… oh my god.” Her words are drawn out, slow to leave her mouth and a tone that he’s never heard the girl use before. She looks so gorgeous like this; or at least that’s what he thinks.
His balls clench hard, as a reminder of his impending release. If he doesn’t pull out, he’s unloading inside of her— and in some ways, he doesn’t want to move out, but he doesn’t allow those thoughts to take shape in the form of his actual movement.
“Baby, ‘m gonnaa cummmm, oh fuck.” He whispers, both of his hands holding her ass and pressing off her body, as he quickly pulls out, latching onto his cock with his right hand and jerks rapidly.
Max turns her head to the left side, looking over her shoulder as Lucas harshly tugs on himself, moving her left hand back to grip his hand over hers.
“C-Cum for me, Lucas, cum on my back.” She encourages, out of breath, gaze dazed and half-lidded.
Lucas looks up from what he’s doing for one moment, to stare at Max… and fuck, he’s gone. He feels himself fall over the edge before he could stop himself.
Aiming his cock, he unloads on her back, cumming all over her lower half. White strands of cum paint her back, marking the arch of her back, some of the strands hit her ass cheeks, other strands hit her spine. He doesn’t realize just how much he’s built up over the course of the time they’ve spent together— Lucas thinks to himself it’s a lot more than just today that this has built up.
Max moans softly when the cum hits her back, hiding her face in the crease between her forearm and bicep. “There you go… good boy.”
Lucas can’t help but whimper at the pet name. It sounds mind-melting when she says it.
He groans, feeling his cock go flaccid as he comes back to his own body, catching his breath. “Max, oh my god, Max, so good… fuck, you’re sexy.” He whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her spine.
Max hums against her skin, feeling the littlest bit of nasty having his cum all over her, but there’s an odd softness to it that she couldn’t really ignore.
And Lucas realizes that, like he can read her fucking mind.
He looks at her, eyebrows furrowed and his eyes soft. “Lemme clean you up, hold on.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead before gently getting up. “Stay there, please.”
Max is way too overstimulated, pleasure pumping through her veins with intensity she couldn’t think about right now— so it’s not like she was going to get up in the first place.
The ginger smiles, hiding her face in her arm as she feels Lucas get off the bed and walk towards the bathroom.
He flicks on the light and twists the sink faucet, flowing the sink with hot water as he looks around quickly, finding the washcloths in a wooden basket right next to the sink. He grabs two of them and wets one of them into the water, keeping the other one with him as the water soaks the towel.
“You treat every girl like this?” He hears Max call out, turning off the sink and ringing out the excess water. He shuts off the light and walks back to Max, sitting on the edge right next to her as he puts the dry wash cloth on his right thigh, holding the hot wash cloth in his right hand.
Lucas shakes his head. “Depends.” He answers, beginning to rub the semen off her back. He continues anyway, keeping his eyes on her because how could he take them off? “If they’re as cute as you.”
She rolls her eyes. “So smooth.” She mutters, petting her own hair with her right hand as the warm water bathes in her skin.
The warm water clings to Max’s skin as his hands go up and down, getting all the cum off her back as well as sweat. Her back muscles show as her fingers curl into the bedsheets, feeling the weird sensual feeling of Lucas dragging the washcloth up and down the plane of her back, from the start of her spine down to her ass and back up.
Lucas smiles at her, leaning down and pressing soft kisses down her wet spine, taking the other, non-wet washcloth and drying her off with it, doing the same motions of going up and down, getting all the excess water off her back.
Max shudders at his touch but she’s able to recoup in no time. “Now I understand why girls love you so much.” She murmurs, practically melting into her bedsheets as the wetness of her skin slowly fades, her legs still shaking a little but calming down minute by minute.
He feels his face heat up at her words. Honestly, she’s been the only woman he’s wanted, the only girl he’s wanted to love, and now, she’s here… and he just— with no easy way around this— rearranged her guts with his dick, something he’d been killing to do since the start of the class four months back.
Getting done with cleaning her, Lucas gets up and throws the wet towels in the bathroom basket that has other dirty clothes at the bottom before walking back to the bed, seeing Max with the blush on her face and standing close to the bed.
“You’re gonna come into the bed or not?” Max ponders, putting her head in her right hand and pats the bed next to her. “C’mon handsome, no way you’re going home tonight.”
Lucas grins big before nodding, pulling back the covers and getting into the right side of the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress hit his naked body as he puts down the covers, watching as Max gets into the sheets with him.
“C’mere.” He tells her, curling his right finger and pointing to his chest. “You. On my chest. Now.”
“Bossy.” Max chuckles, with no bite to it whatsoever as she scoots over to him, laying on her side as her left cheek sits on his chest, her left arm wrapping around his chest and her right arm wrapping around the back of his neck as she settles into him.
There’s something warm about him, especially when he doesn’t wait a moment before his left arm wraps around her, his hand on her bicep as his right hand goes behind his head, feeling her settle into him.
Laying there, in bed with her in his arms, Lucas stares up at the ceiling as he feels her body warm up against his own naked body, under the covers. Lucas thinks about it for a second; sending his nudes under the guise of nuclear chemistry homework to his class’ teacher's assistant is probably the dumbest plan he’s ever thought of… but somehow, like a lot of things in Lucas Sinclair’s life; it works.
Somehow better than he could ever imagine. And now, he just had to keep his grip on it.
Max’s soft voice speaks up, looking up at Lucas and making him break his gaze. “You going to continue to send me nudes through email now? Or are you finally going to be a normal person?”
Lucas chuckles, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Depends; what do you want?”
She thinks for a second, her cheeks blushing, but she doesn’t let him get an ego about it. “Just continue to send me those photos.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He says with zero hesitation.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Nuclear Chemistry Final
Hey Max.
Want to help me study for the final? Please. I’d like you with me. Down below is the study guide, hopefully I… did it right.
Thank you,
Lucas.
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