summary : lucas’ first party ends up going way better than he could’ve ever expected it to
characters : black male reader x lucas sinclair
note : happy pride months to all colors of the rainbow. i hope yall really rev up the gay shit, like i will for yall. now… don’t take my word for this… but im going to try and post every day for pride month. if you don’t see an update… just be quiet pls. i’m trying my hardest LMAO
warnings : smut, bottom lucas, top reader, loss of virginity, semi-public sex, doggystyle, unprotected sex, a little bit of underage drinking, lucas is 18 though!, rimming, dirty talk, idk i think that’s it
Lucas stood in the corner of the kitchen, nursing the beer in his cup as he looked around at the people around him.
He was far out of his comfort zone. Not only was this first party in the entirety of his life, this was also his first high school party. Everyone knew the laws of high school. Attending parties was a must if he wanted to rise from obscurity and become someone people respected. It was harder said than done. There was no one that he knew at this party.
Since his friends thought they were too good to attend the King of Hawkins’ birthday party, he was truly alone. Even the guys on the basketball team paid him no attention, too busy with the girls they had intentions of sleeping with once beer gave them the courage to pursue it.
Just as he was turning around, accepting the fact that he would much rather be a loser at home than a loser at a party, a hand on his shoulder made him freeze.
“You headin’ out already?” The voice was familiar and evoked a strong reaction deep within Lucas as he turned to look at the boy. “Come on, Lucas. The party just started.”
The fact that Y/N of all people knew his name still threw him for a loop. Even though Y/N was the one to personally invite Lucas to his birthday— as he did with everyone since he was known for having invite-only gatherings— it still didn’t feel real that the King of Hawkins knew who he was.
Sure, they were on the same team. Sure, they lived only down the street from each other. Sure, they shared almost every class. The same could be said about a ton of people, and yet, they acted as if Lucas didn’t exist.
“I, uh…” Lucas wanted to smack himself for being so stupid. He was asked a question, one with a simple enough answer.
Yet, he was like a fish out of water, struggling to find the words good enough to appease the boy he looked up to since the beginning of time. “Um, I’m just not feeling so good.”
Y/N nodded in understanding, eyes falling on the red solo cup in Lucas’ hand. In the blink of an eye, the cup was snatched from his hands, thrown in the trash, and something else filled Lucas’ hand. Y/N’s.
The warmth of their skin touching sent a shiver down Lucas’ spine as Y/N led him towards the stairs. Surreal wasn’t the word to describe the feeling. Lucas was sweating bullets as he followed Y/N up the stairs, ignoring the curious glances from bystanders who moved out of the way to make room for the host.
This couldn’t be happening. If Lucas knew better, he would think Y/N was taking him somewhere private. For what reason? Only God knew. But that couldn’t be the case. Y/N had never spoke to Lucas outside of the polite small talk and typical orders barked from the captain of a team.
But when Y/N led Lucas into a room that smelled exactly like him, he was hit with reality. He was standing inside of Y/N Y/L/N’s bedroom, a place as renowned as the Garden of Eden.
“Listen, I get it. It gets stuffy and overwhelming. Even my house isn’t big enough to fit all these people,” Y/N said, walking over to his closet. “You can sit, you know? That’s what the bed is for.”
Lucas complied and sat down on the edge of the king sized bed, placing his hands on his laps as he watched Y/N intently. “Uh—“
“Found it!” Y/N spun around and showed off a bottle of some expensive looking bottle as he walked back over to where Lucas was. “I save the expensive shit for myself. The idiots downstairs can have fun with the cheap shit.”
Y/N opened the bottle and held it out for Lucas to take. He wasn’t a drinker at all, only here and there when Max decided to be a bad influence and break into her mom’s wine cabinet. But this wasn’t wine. The dark liquid had an overwhelming scent that burned the inside of his nostrils as Y/N waved it in front of his face.
This was something Lucas could only dream of. He was sitting in Y/N’s bedroom, just the two of them without interruption. All his dreams of Y/N consisted of this same set up, and he’d be damn if he let the opportunity go to waste.
“Cognac. It’s my dad’s but he doesn’t care if I drink, as long as I stay inside when I do it,” Y/N said.
“Your dad sounds cool as hell.”
“He’s alright,” Y/N shrugged. “If you don’t want any, that’s fine. You don’t have to—“
Like the idiot he was, Lucas snatched the bottle out of Y/N’s hand and brought it to his lips. The cinnamon taste burned his throat as it went down, causing him to retract and cough some up. Y/N laughed as he took the bottle away, patted Lucas’ on the back as he continued to cough.
“I be the same way. It happens to the best of us.”
“Bad? That’s every alcohol, my guy,” Y/N said. “Nobody drinks for the taste. Except wine. Call me crazy but that shit’s delicious.”
Lucas cleared his throat as he regained most of his composure. “I can’t argue with that.”
Y/N sat down beside him, beckoning him to scoot closer. “I got something that’ll make the taste bearable.”
Lucas hesitated before he decided to use the very small amount of liquid courage to his advantage. He slid over to where the boys’ knees touched, and before he could ask what Y/N had in store for him, a pair of lips shut him up before he could even open his mouth.
Lucas’ eyes shot open, allowing him to see the scene in front of him. Yep, this was definitely happening. Y/N’s hand found its way to his neck, pulling Lucas deeper into the kiss. Lucas couldn’t believe the feeling of Y/N’s lips on his own, moving in a practiced rhythm as he slipped just a bit of tongue into it.
While Lucas had plenty experience kissing— he had some very experimental friend who weren’t afraid to explore territories most boys wouldn’t— he couldn’t bring himself to have enough sense to kiss back.
When Y/N pulled away, Lucas was afraid he gave off the impression that he didn’t want this. That he wasn’t enjoying every millisecond of kissing the most popular guy in school. In actuality, Lucas would drop his pants in a split second if it meant showing Y/N how down he was to kiss him. How down he was to do anything asked of him if it meant the source of all his late night jerk-offs knew just how much he’s been fantasizing about this.
“You’re not a virgin, right?” Y/N asked.
Lucas blushed as much as his dark skin would allow, averting his eyes so Y/N couldn’t read him like a book. Not that it was hard to.
“Ah, I see.” Y/N smiled reassuringly as he stood up from the bed. “My bad, Lucas. I don’t know why I assumed. We should just head back down.”
When he saw Y/N moving towards the door, Lucas panicked. There was not a chance in hell that he was about to let his first and only crush walk out of a room after kissing him. There was so many things he wanted to do. So many fantasies brought forth by puberty. So many scenarios he wanted to see play out, preferably with Lucas naked and under the taller boy.
He stood up and did exactly what he said he would do. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down in one swift motion, the desire to be close to Y/N overriding any shame he might’ve felt in a normal circumstance.
“We should stay up here.”
Y/N turned away from the door just as he was about to open it, eyes widening when he saw Lucas standing in the middle of his room with his dick out in the open. Y/N laughed, but quickly covered his mouth. It probably wasn’t the most flattering thing to laugh when someone showed their dick.
It wasn’t like there was anything to laugh at. Lucas’ dick was just as big as his own, and if he was into ever reversing the roles, he wouldn’t mind Lucas’ dick being the first he’s had inside of him. The ridiculousness of the entire situation just caught him off guard.
“You didn’t have to pull your pants down, you know? I would’ve stayed no matter what you said,” Y/N told him.
Lucas scratched the back of his head. “Oh…”
“I ain’t complaining,” Y/N said. “Matter of fact, think you can turn around for me?”
Lucas did as he was asked, turning around to show off his ass. Y/N’s jaw went slack as he stared at the two round globes, a perfect mixture of fat and muscle thanks to all the time the team spent in the gym.
Y/N wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He snuck a look every time Lucas was near him, whether naked in the showers or walking around with a jockstrap in the locker room. His ass was something only the greatest sculptor in the history of mankind could make, and it was on full display in front of him, in a locked room, with a bed ready to be used in front of them.
Y/N walked up behind Lucas, gently caressing the smooth skin of his ass before he took it upon himself to cuff as much of it in his hand. “Holy shit. I gotta get a taste, if you don’t mind.”
“As long as you do more than just taste,” Lucas said.
Lucas grunted as he was pushed onto the bed, ass poking in the air when he landed. Before he could move, Y/N’s large hands found purchase on each of his cheeks, spreading them to expose his slightly hairy hole.
If he would’ve known this would be happening, he would’ve taken it upon himself to do some grooming. Max always told him that guys didn’t like hair, but from the low growl he heard from behind him, Lucas had a feeling Y/N wasn’t the type of guy to be scared off by some hair.
None of his dreams came close to the feeling of actually having a tongue between his ass. Lucas shuddered as Y/N began to lick the rim of his hole, his movements controlled and steady as he savored every taste. Lucas craned his neck to see Y/N with his face buried deep between his ass, taking a mental picture of the sight before he went back to laying his head on the sheets.
Y/N kissed, lick and lapped Lucas’ hole, humming in content as he devoured the sweaty flesh. His nails dug into Lucas’ cheeks, face desperately trying to dive deeper. When he wasn’t satisfied by the depth he was at, he allowed his tongue to fight through the tough ring of muscle until it found its way inside of Lucas.
“Shit!” Lucas gasped, arching his back as his eyes crossed. If he knew how good it felt to have his ass penetrated, he would’ve explored the area way sooner.
Lucas clenched the sheets as Y/N fucked him with his tongue at a quick pace. The sounds of spit, suction and moans filled the room, though they were thankfully drowned out by the music downstairs. The protection allowed Lucas let loose, moaning into the sheets as he pressed his ass back into Y/N face.
When Y/N finally came up for breath, Lucas whined. He shimmied his ass, enticing Y/N enough to the point where he almost dove back in for seconds. Standing strong, Y/N stood up and focused on unbuckled his belt. Four beers in and he was a bit inebriated but Lucas had sobered him up a bit. Enough for him to focus on the mission at hand.
Y/N headed over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it until he grabbed a small bottle of clear liquid. “Right. Yeah. I forgot you’re a virgin,” he said. “I’m so sorry, but this has to be quick. Midnight’s in 15 minutes.”
Lucas waited patiently as he heard Y/N drop his jeans to the floor. He gasped as Y/N grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. A hand pressed down on the mid of his back, deepening his arch until his face and shoulders were pressed against the mattress.
Y/N shrugged, smiling apologetically despite Lucas not being able to see him. He wasn’t the one who took a dick up his ass, so could he accurately warn Lucas how it would be feel. Especially for his first time?
“I’ll try my best to not hurt you,” Y/N said. It was good enough for Lucas to nod and relax as much as he could in the moment.
Heavy breathing was all that could be heard. Lucas waited in anticipation, clenching the sheets that smelt of vanilla and fabric softener as he prepared to feel the intrusion. His body tensed for a bit when he felt something wet be applied to his entrance. He hissed when Y/N finger entered him, maneuvering around in the hole as he used his other hand to pour more liquid on his dick and in between Lucas’ ass.
Lucas inhaled sharply, holding the breath for a few seconds before he let it all out. As he did so, the pain of a million knives stabbing him flared throughout his body as Y/N pushed forward. He whimpered, burying his face in the bed as he did his best to push forward.
Y/N moved at an excruciatingly slow pace, narrowing the time they had left to enjoy each other’s body. It took a full two minutes for Y/N to finally have the entirety of his dick inside of Lucas, staying still as he drew circles on the dark skin illuminated by the overhead light.
“F-Fuck… this… this feels—“
“Just breathe,” Y/N told him.
Lucas nodded, putting all his attention on his breathing as Y/N began to pull out. His insides felt like they were in a tight knot. His ass felt on fire, the intrusion feeling like a bomb set out off inside of him. Tears slid down his cheeks as he tried his best to be strong, thinking about everything but the dick moving in and out of him slowly. It didn’t work, but the effort was enough to distract Lucas just the tiniest bit.
Y/N reached forward, grabbing Lucas’s hands and pulling them behind his back. He allowed Lucas to dig his nails into the flesh of his palms as he continued to stroke, closing his eyes as he tried his hardest not to cum right then and there. Lucas’ ass was the tightest thing he had the pleasure of being inside of. The pain made him clench even harder, making it difficult for Y/N to move as the muscles contracted around him.
Y/N was dangerously close to blowing his load, and he hadn’t been inside of Lucas for more than five minutes. Considering Y/N was the opposite of a prude, that was a pretty high compliment.
Lucas pushed his ass back on Y/N, letting out a breathy chuckle as most of the pain began to subside. His ass still felt like there was glass inside of it, but for some reason, Lucas wasn’t completely against the feeling. Having Y/N inside of him made him feel full, filled to the brim with the dick of the guy he’s wanted for the longest time. Taking a deep breath, he focused on the pleasure he knew Y/N would be able to give him during this. He didn’t come to this party just to leave with a bad experience.
After a few moments of getting used to something being inside of him, he was ready for the next step. He began to move on his own, stopping every few seconds when the pain came back to bite him. It wasn’t as strong though. It kept him at bay from doing too much, which is why he knew this would be better if Y/N was in control.
“Fuck me, Y/N,” Lucas whispered, words almost unintelligible due to the noise coming from the other side of the door. “Please. I’m begging you.”
Y/N nodded and readjusted his grip on Lucas’s hand. He began to thrust, keeping the force at a manageable pace. Lucas moaned loudly into the pillow, ass clenching around Y/N dick as he fought through the sensation. In his drunken state, Y/N began to pick up the pace a bit too earlier. Lucas felt too good to control himself. He needed to fuck him the way he intended to since he first saw him naked in the locker room years ago.
“You feel so good,” Y/N groaned, tossing his head back.
Lucas could only groan in response, body rocking as Y/N’s thrusts grew more powerful. The pain had faded, replaced by an insatiable hunger for pleasure as he arched his back even deeper, desperate for Y/N to reach the deepest parts of him. All the porn he watched replayed in his mind, giving him subtle tips on how to make this experience feel better for the both of him.
“Fuck Lucas!” Y/N shouted as Lucas clenched around him, causing his thrusts to falter for a second. His knees wobbled for a bit as his orgasm rapidly approached.
Dead puppies was what he thought about. A suitable way to keep his orgasm at bay until he managed to make Lucas cum first. Something he could only achieve by standing on his tippy toes, hitting a deeper spot within Lucas that made him scream into the pillows.
Pleasure exploded throughout his body as the experience turned from amazing to mind fucking blowing. Y/N stayed at a reasonable speed as he fucked into Lucas, the tip of his dick assaulting Lucas’ prostate head on.
“You’re so d-deep,” Lucas moaned.
Y/N used his free hand to slap one of Lucas’ cheeks, puffing his chest out when Lucas cried out. He couldn’t hold it any longer. The beer had him at his weakest, completely at the mercy of Lucas, whose ass didn’t care about anything other than swallowing him whole. Y/N put all his strength into the last minute. Hips slamming against Lucas’ ass, the flesh of his ass rippled from the force. The sound of clapping and moaning imprinted itself in Y/N’s mind, sending him over the edge.
Even as his orgasm hit him like him a truck, Y/N had enough sense to pull out and spray his release all over Lucas’ backside. Lucas was probably too distracted— since he was busy shooting ropes of cum onto the sheets— to care about being came inside of but Y/N didn’t want to risk pissing off the best piece of ass in Hawkins.
When he was finished cumming, Y/N fell back onto the bed beside Lucas, who was still in the arched position. “I just came all over your jacket,” Y/N breathed.
Lucas didn’t seem to care much about the text that not only was his ass sore and covered in cum, but so was the letterman jacket he didn’t bother to take off during the encounter. Instead, he threw his arm across Y/N’s sweat drenched chest.
Y/N chuckled as he caressed the back of Lucas’ hand. The two remained in that position for a moment before Y/N finally got up and began to get dressed. After all, he did have a party of about 100 people to attend to.
“Definitely the best gift I could’ve got,” Y/N said, pulling his jeans back up. He didn’t bother to grab his underwear that somehow found its way under the bed.
Y/N shook his head in amusement. “It’s not even your birthday.”
A knock at the door caught Y/N’s attention. “Y/N, what’s the hold up? The candles are already lit!”
Buckling his belt, Y/N headed over to his mirror to make sure his appearance wasn’t too disheveled. When he was satisfied, he shot himself a wink before heading over to the boy lying in a pool of his own cum on the bed. Lucas looked like he was on the brink of falling asleep, resting comfortably with his ass in the air.
“You’re spending the weekend here,” Y/N whispered in his ass, teasingly licking the lobe of his ear. “Hope that’s okay with you.”
Lucas’ eyes fluttered open to meet Y/N’s. “I don’t mind risking punishment for that.”
“Don’t bother taking a shower. We’re not done until Monday,” Y/N told him, giving his ass one last slap before he headed over to the door.
Lucas finally let his bottom left fall onto the bed when Y/N slipped out of the room, using his key to lock the door behind him. He stayed lying down, ignoring the sticky mess on his ass and abdomen. He had no energy to move at all. All his fantasies didn’t prepare him for how good it felt to be fucked. Stories of Y/N’s prolific sex life didn’t even live up to the hype. He felt as his entire world had been rocked, and he was desperate for as much of that feeling as he could get.
Sleep crept up on him as he heard the music downstairs turn off. The crowd of popular kids began to sing happy birthday, and Lucas could only picture how happy Y/N must’ve been in the moment to know he had something special waiting for him back in his bedroom. This definitely was only the start to something Lucas had dreamed of for so long. There wouldn’t be a last time if he had any say in the matter.
How could he ever risk letting something as mind blowing as this go? He lost his virginity to not only a guy, but the King of Hawkins. He was in his room, covered in his cum, ass sore from having his dick inside of him— talk about a dream come true.
Just wait until he got back to his friends. They were never going to stop hearing about this.
