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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Moana_(2016)
  Relationship:
      Maui_&_Moana_Waialiki, Maui/Moana
  Character:
      Maui_(Disney), Moana_Waialiki, Hone
  Additional Tags:
      Original_Character(s), Mutual_Masturbation, Voice_Kink, Vouyerism,
      Exhibitionism, Power_Dynamics, Unrequited_Crush, Unresolved_Sexual
      Tension, Teenagers, Coming_of_Age, Shameless_Smut, Sexual_Equality,
      Genital_Piercing, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Post-Canon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-01 Words: 3148
****** It's A Race Against Time ******
by thezestycadenski_(orphan_account)
Summary
     Time is something Moana misses, mostly because she's away at sea
     delivering the heart to Te Fiti. Coming home again makes her realise
     she's missing out on some quintessential life lessons, ones Maui is
     more than happy to teach her about. Because even demigods know what
     humans get up to at night.
Notes
     It's late, I'm tired, and this piece has left me emotionally
     compromised.
     Moana is of legal age (which in my country is 16 - but she's 18 in
     this because then it's really a coming of age story)
     This is sort of to make up for the earlier fic that left people high
     and dry. Also forgive the mistakes because I have no beta.
     The underage warning is there, just in case!
     Commission Info can be found at tumblr blog of the same name!
     Let me know what you think in the comments! Feedback in appreciated
     (especially on tone of characters & scene setting, etc)
Moana doesn’t want to admit the things that Maui does makes her heart jump in
her throat. It makes her feel weak. And if there’s one thing she hates, it’s
being perceived as weak. Hard to do, when your partner in saving the world is a
demigod. But she holds her own, even succeeds where Maui’s ego fails. She
doesn’t regret a single choice she made since she started on her adventure with
Maui.
Except one.
When she returns, it’s to adoration and praise and even more sheltering. She is
whisked past all of her tribe, catches eyes with one of the boys she used to
play with as a toddler, what was his name?  Hone . And it’s only a second but
when he smiles at her, her heart tries to beat its way out of her chest.
It’s a familiar feeling, the one she used to get watching Maui hoist on the
ropes controlling the sail, arm muscles bulging. It’s all animal, pure
instinct, and she lowers her eyes to the dirt path as she trails behind her
parents, lost in memories that she plays in slow motion in her mind.
Maui, leaping to and from the mast to the deck. Maui, sweeping luxurious locks
up into that curious bun. Maui and that toothy grin, overfull of confidence.
She wonders at the time, what this feeling is, this heat gathering in her
bones, like an itch that can’t be scratched.
But she doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Not when she’s being foisted into
Chiefdom without any indication that she is ready. But Tui is ready to step
down, and Moana must take his place. For a moment she doesn’t hear what her
parents are saying to her once they back in their fale tele, too lost in
thinking about the adventure she’d just come from but once she hears the words
‘chief’ and ‘end’ she snaps back into reality, realises what her parents are
asking of her, and agrees.
 She’s had her ocean adventure, now it’s time to settle for home. She can
always teach her people the way of the Wayfinder, she’s sure that Maui would
not object.
She’s only been back for a few weeks when she sees Hone again, it doesn’t take
him long to separate himself from his work with the fishermen, sauntering over
to her like she’s not the next-chief in making.
“Hey Moana,” He says, and she feels that flush creep over her again.
“Hone,” She nods, keeping her eyes trained on her weaving strands for her kete.
“You like the ocean?” He asks, squatting down next to her and picking up a few
strands of coconut bark.
Moana has to stop herself from snorting at the question. “The ocean chose me,
so yes.”
Hone ducks his head so that Moana will meet his eyes, and when she does, he
smiles. It’s vibrant and filled with careless admiration. “Maybe one day you’ll
choose something too.”
~
It’s a tentative burgeoning friendship Moana has with Hone for a good three
months before he finally tries anything, and it’s cute, really, how he stops
her at the edge of the beach’s shore and pulls her in close, giving her a
clumsy kiss. Moana lets it happen, feels the now familiar thrum of her heart in
her chest at being touched in such a way. It’s different from watching Maui
from afar, there’s no hesitation as Hone pulls her closer to him, their teeth
clack against each other but when they pull away they laugh breathlessly.
Suddenly, Moana doesn’t feel like a fumbling little kid anymore, out from
Maui’s shadow. She’d created her own legacy but this is different, while she’s
not battling lava demon’s anymore, she’s exploring a whole new territory.
Hone runs a hand through his hair, smiling self-consciously. “Aue, that was
nice.”
Moana smiles back, circles her arms around his neck and pulls him again so that
they are completing a hongi. “It is.” She murmurs, touching their lips together
again and pressing herself closer.
It ends when they’re tumbling around in the sand and grinding against each
other, pants and half quiet gasps littering the night air, they roll a little
too far and Moana ends up with the waves engulfing her body, a bio luminescent
glow surrounding her. She reaches out of the waves as they pull her deeper and
gives Hone a wave, shouts that she’ll be back, that the ocean needs her. He is
left standing on the shore, looking debauched and lost, while Moana is
propelled through the ocean, the cold water whisking away the redness from her
face, smoothing her hair down, making her presentable.
It’s like the ocean knows something.
She waits for the ride to end, knowing that it is never usual of the ocean to
send her this far without a canoe, but it must be important.
She ends up on a non-descript island, overflowing and abundant with jungle
life. The trees shrouding the island tower above her as she is deposited onto
the sand, the ocean giving her a wave as it retreats.
She can hear faint singing among the trees, a male’s voice, and follows it. The
trees seem to melt away as she pushes forward into the forest, driven by
curiosity as to why the ocean put her  here  of all places, on an overgrown
island far from her homeland with only a melancholy song as her guide.
She gives up trying to make it over land, the underbrush growing too thick and
gnarled for her to traverse, so she opts to climb through the trees, and is
rewarded when she sees a flicker of fire in the distance. She heads for it,
hands getting scratched from the new bark and feet beginning to ache from
having to clamber on flimsy branches for so long. Eventually she makes it to
the fire, twigs strewn through her hair, and hops into the fire’s light.
“Hey curly.” Maui’s voice greets her and she starts, looking up from the
brushing the dirt off her lavalava.
“Maui!” She grins, and sprints around the fire to tackle him in a hug. He sets
down the boar he’s carrying and swoops her up into his arms, spinning the two
around.
“Long time no see,” He muses, placing her on the ground. Moana chuckles, nods,
then tilts her head.
“The ocean sent me here, to you.” She says accusingly. “I was kind of busy,
Maui.”
Maui’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s news to me. Can’t have been terribly
important, otherwise you wouldn’t have chosen to come here.”
Moana rolls her eyes, scuffs at the sand with her feet as she remembers clumsy
hands on her body, soft lips mouthing at her neck. Even with the memory her
body responds and she quickly schools her features.
“Maui I had things going on.” She mutters, sweeping her hair away from her face
as it dries out by the fire. She sits by the cheery flames, watching as he
expertly skins and guts the pig with his hook.
“Like?” Maui’s tone is teasing, but curious, his back turned on her as he
strips long pieces of the meat off the carcass. It affords them both some face
saving when Moana hesitates before she replies.
“Y-You wouldn’t get it, it’s a human thing.” She feels the flush creep up her
neck when Maui turns around, eyebrow arched. He straightens up to his full
height, a teasing smirk on his face.
“Moana, I’ve been around for millions of years, everything humans have done
I’ve done too.”
Moana pulls a face at the thought of Maui rolling around in the sand with a
human girl, doing what she had, but doesn’t miss the shock when a spike of heat
drives through her. It shakes her to the core and she shakes her head to
dislodge the thought.
“It’s not something you need to know.” She glares at him, would prefer their
usual banter over this strange power imbalance, where she feels like she’s back
at stage one, as naive as before.
“Oh, so that bruise on your neck is not something I need to know about?” Maui
laughs, spears a few pieces of meat before holding them over the fire.
Moana’s hands dart to cover her neck, a mortified squeak leaving her mouth.
Maui leans forward, giving her a knowing look over the fire. “He’s not that
experienced.” He tsks, letting the sound of the sizzle of the meat fill the
pause. “Can’t even hide his love marks.”
Moana sputters, waves a finger at him. “We are not talking about this, Maui!
I’m not discussing my, my  love  life with a demigod!”
Maui throws his head back and laughs heartily, slapping his knee. “You’re still
the same little Moana, aren’t you?” It’s not meant to be derisive but Moana
can’t help but feel a little stung at the words. “Aue, fumbling about in a
canoe you have no idea how to control.” Maui smiles and there’s no malice
behind his words. Just impish mirth. It gets on Moana’s nerves.
Moana grits her teeth, the pure  need  to show him just what she is capable of
filling her again. She needs to make him know. To make him certain that she’s
not just a ‘kid’.
She stands, heart torn between wanting to break Maui’s teeth in and leaving as
she watches his movements. He stands too, towers over her. He’s built like
barrels stacked on top of each other, four wide in the chest, and Moana feels
her knees give a little. He steps over to her, musses her hair and heaves a
contented sigh.
“It was good to see you, curly. But you should be getting home to your man.”
Now  there is a little derision in his tone, and Moana huffs as a reply,
turning and storming through the forest to the beach.
She doesn’t get far though, trying to fight her way through the underbrush. A
futile effort that ends up with her perched in a tree once she’s sufficiently
over herself, spying on Maui.
Okay, maybe not spying, but watching?... Still not any less creepy.
For the record she’s sure he knows she’s still around, if his glances into the
forest are any indication. She sits in her perch, reasonably comfortable,
watching as Maui tends to his dinner, disposing of any unwanted bits of meat by
burying them. She watches until well into the night, when the fire burns low
and she’s mostly sure he’s asleep, till she notices that though his eyes seem
to be closed, his hands are moving, shifting across his torso.
In a very determined pattern. One hand sticks close to his chest, the other
creeping lower and lower and while Moana is pretty sure she should not be
watching this at all, she can’t tear her eyes away, especially not when a groan
leaves Maui’s lips, loud and clear through the clearing.
Maybe he didn’t know she was there, then.
The thought sends heat pooling through her body, like when Hone was touching
her. She holds her breath for a second, settling further down onto the tree,
head angled so that she can see Maui perfectly illuminated through the fire.
He’s stroking his hand over his lavalava, muscles tensing and relaxing as he
grinds into his palm, one hand giving attention to his nipples, and the sounds
that leave his mouth are obscene, loud and breathy and it strikes Moana right
in her gut. She can’t help but squirm as she watches, feeling her teeth catch
on her lip. There is no way this can be right, or as attractive as it is, and
Moana feels her body react, the somewhat familiar tingly feeling gathering in
her body, and when Maui finally frees his cock from the confines of his
lavalava, she gasps.
It’s a sight she’d never really thought she’d ever see, his cock is
magnificent, fascinating and heavy-looking, with a fat head standing proud from
the helmet with a small sharkbone piercing adorning the tip. She’d seen dicks
before, but not like this.
That’s when the growled whispers start, right when Maui clasps a thick hand
around his cock and starts stroking, slow and luxurious like he’s treating
himself.
“Oh, gods yes.” He hisses, and Moana thinks by now she must be jelly. “That’s
it, riiight there,”
She can’t miss the way his thighs tense as he works his shaft, her mouth going
dry when his back arches in a display of flexibility she would never expect
from someone as thick as Maui.
He huffs out another growl, runs his hand through his hair and pulls on it,
away from his face. “Why,” He groans. “Why aren’t you here? Mmmmmh.” His hands
speeds up, his eyes and nose scrunching up, teeth working his at lip. Moana’s
hands work of their own accord now, her eyes unable to detach from the scene,
crawling to the edge of her lavalava and shifting it just enough to comfortably
reach her heat, her fingers soft, teasing at the wetness gathering between her
legs.
Her body responds instantly, spine arching and other hand going to the branch
to stablise herself as she rocks into her hand to the tune of Maui’s grunts and
hisses.
She licks her lips as Maui’s other hand, now finished with his peaked nipples,
crawls down to between his thighs, expertly working his balls between a thumb
and forefinger. It’s a competition, she realises through the fog, as Maui cries
out, hand slowing. It’s a competition to see who can finish first. She speeds
up her hand movement over the sensitive nub of her clit, swallowing drily as a
shudder wracks her body.
She’s got to be quiet, unlike Maui who seems to be taking full liberty with his
isolation, fully nude and on display, chords singing moans and huffs like
Moana’s personal show. She dips a finger between her folds as Maui thumbs the
tip of his dick, letting out a harsh growl. She hastily shoves a strip of her
lavalava into her mouth to stop the whine from sounding that builds in her
throat.
“Gods, you’re mine,” Maui seems to growl in her ear, just for her, his body
shaking as his climax builds. “Come to me.” He spits through grit teeth, eyes
open for the first time since he began pleasuring himself and looking right at
Moana’s perch, her hand moving between her legs. Her thighs automatically clamp
together, her fingers still chasing release though she’s frozen in place.
“Come for me,” Maui heaves out a heavy groan, back bowing but his eyes still
firmly fixed on Moana’s body it seems, tracing red hot lines over her body as
she is tipped over the edge.
She gasps and cries out, body wracked with shudders, and she’s sure he’s heard
her though she doesn’t care anymore, she’s too far gone as the heat washes over
her.
 Maui lets out a stuttered laugh, tongue stuck between his teeth as the
undeniable cry echoes through the island as Moana orgasms. It’s bliss wrapped
up into victory and combined with the dual pleasure of knowing just what he’s
done, the pleasure he’s just brought, it leaves him giddy.
Moana takes a moment to catch her breath, withdrawing her hands from herself to
shake the creeping fog from her limbs, and realises Maui is lying back by the
fire, arms acting as a headrest, and he’s staring  right  at her, in all her
shameful glory.
She takes a breath, ignores the thrill that goes through her at the sight of
the smug self-satisfied smirk on Maui’s face, tears her eyes away from the
sight before her, the tantalising experience she knows Maui wants her to have,
and leaps to the next tree, and the tree after that, and the next until she’s
at the beach again, diving into the waves that envelop her with warmth and
comfort, washing her clean.
~
It’s only a week back on Motunui before Maui decides to visit. Moana had been
avoiding the ocean since that night, and if she wasn’t going to come to him
then he’d go to her.
She takes one look at him in front of her before fleeing.
She goes to the peak of Motunui, hiding a flushed face in her hands. While she
might be strong, and do what needs to be done, the experience had forced
humility on her. She’d been caught in the act, and there was no way she was
going to face Maui after that.  Maui finds her with ease, after all there’s
only so many places she can go on the island.
“Hey come on, Mo,” He says once she sees him, turning her back on him. “I just
want to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” Her voice comes out quiet, shaking. He rolls his
eyes, props his fishhook up on his shoulder.
“I knew you were there the whole time, I wanted to show you that that  kid
doesn’t know what he’s doing,” Maui says simply. “I knew you’d respond. It’s
only natural.”
Moana feels her jaw click as her teeth snap together. “You,” She turns to him,
eyebrows furrowing, eyes blazing. “You showed off?!”
Maui shoots her a winning smile that bounces off her anger like water off a
sail. “Well, that’s what I’m good at, right? Besides I know you enjoyed it.”
Moana feels her face run red, her eyes bulging. She’s at a loss for words, can
barely manage to stand if not for the ire propelling her upright, she swings an
arm back and strikes him.
“W-Why?” She stutters, reeling back, shocked at her own actions. Maui rubs at
his cheek, an impressed look in his eyes.
“You hit hard,” He remarks. “And I wanted you to know you’re worth more than
just some scraggly little boy. You need a man.”
Moana scoffs, throwing her arms up in the air. “Like you?”
Maui steps forward, grabs her wrists and holds her still. His gaze is
shockingly gentle, his lips pursed, like his next words are paining him. “Yes…
No. But… You are Moana, hero of all. You don’t need me at all, not if you say
so.”
Moana falters, her eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?”
Maui smiles, and it contains a hint of sadness. “If you never want to see me
again, just say so, and I’ll go… And apologise for embarrassing you in front of
yourself.” He tacks on the end like an afterthought.
Moana stares at him, considering, waiting. He lets her go, leans on his
fishhook, gazing at her with a soft smile, like he already knows the answer.
Moana knows he knows as well, and decides.

 “Stay,” She whispers, her throat dry, a smile tugging at her lips. “Teach me
all your worldly wisdom, Great Maui.”
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