This Just Does Something To Me 🤤🤤🤤

Blurb:

Just my brain being turned on by hands. 🤷‍♀️

Eddie Munson loves teasing. It comes second nature to him.

He’d slip his hand around your throat anytime he was standing behind you. Giving it a tight squeeze then dragging his palm down your breast before settling on your hips.

He’d pretend his rings got caught in your hair to hear the little whine escape you when he pulled it.

He’d touch you in the gentlest ways yet so heated. Running his fingers in circles up your calf or down your spine.

He wanted you begging for his attention, his hands, his mouth, his cock.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ answer the call

pairing: bsf!reader x rafe synopsis: rafe fucks his best friend while she's on the phone with her boyfriend. warnings: smut, piv, MDNI!! wc: 1k a/n; originally posted 11/14/2024

rafe had you on all fours on your canopy bed, holding onto one of the posts for dear life as he pounded into you, the bed swaying every time he thrust his cock into you, one of his hands gripping onto your hair while the other rested on your ass, occasionally giving it a sharp smack, causing you to let out a noise that was between a gasp and a yelp.

"aww, look at you." rafe cooed mockingly with a tug at your hair, the blonde panting behind you "so fucking desperate for me to fuck you. bet your little loser boyfriend can't fuck you like you need to be fucked, hm?"

you hated the words that were leaving his lips, but you couldn't deny that he was right; your boyfriend definitely couldn't satisfy you the way rafe always seemed to be able to do, he couldn't hit that spongy spot that caused you to curl your toes, or rub your clit in the way that caused your back to arch off the bed. not like rafe did.

"say it," rafe commanded, "say that he can't-"

rafe let out an annoyed growl when he was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing on the nightstand. his initial plan was to tell you to ignore it, but when he saw who it was, he got a whole new idea, a grin taking over your lips.

"answer it."

"w-what?" you looked back at rafe with furrowed brows, thinking that he must be joking, but as he continued to pound into you, there was no sign of hesitation on his face, only a wide, cruel grin.

you reached for your phone from the nightstand, rafe slowing his pace as you looked at the caller id with widened eyes, almost waiting for it to change into something else, but clear as day, there was your boyfriend's name, along with the contact photo you set for him, a picture of you two taken at a carnival.

"do it before i do it for you." rafe mumbled as he bent to press a small kiss to the back of your neck, grabbing your ass roughly. and hesitantly, you pressed the green button visible on the screen as rafe pulled out of you.

"h-hi, babe." you said, trying your best to steady your breathing as rafe teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, the hand that was in your hair just moments ago going down to rub your clit.

"hey, everything good?" the voice on the other line asked, and you had to hold back a moan by biting down on your lip as rafe's middle finger brought some of your arousal to your clit, starting to slowly rub the puffy bud.

"yeah, everything's good." you chuckled, "i was just working out."

when you said that, you felt rafe's tip slowly starting to enter you, stretching your walls as you tried not to let out any noise, your boyfriend going on a tirade about something that you honestly couldn't give two shits about at that moment.

rafe continued moving in and out of you, at first at a slow pace, slowly building it up; all the while your boyfriend was talking, and you occasionally let out noncommittal hums and 'mmhm's, but the harder rafe was fucking you, the harder it was to concentrate on anything other than him, and trying to keep quiet felt like rocket science at that point, and you were starting to taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your lip.

"i-i gotta go." you said into the phone, nearly panting, "i'll see you later." you said, hanging up before he could even get a word in, feeling the band in your stomach getting closer and closer to snapping, letting out a moan you'd held in for too long the moment that you were off the call as rafe started pounding into you relentlessly.

"say it." rafe commanded behind you, your eyes squeezed shut, your mind hazy with pleasure, confused as to what he was talking about. "say that your boyfriend can't fuck you the way i fuck you."

you were a panting mess as he continued hitting the spot inside of you that only he seemed able to reach; a part of you didn't want to say it, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the moment the palm of his hand landed on your ass, you yelped, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"h-he-"

"nuh-uh. your boyfriend."

you let out a small whine when he corrected you, trying to steady your erratic breathing as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

"m-my boyfriend... can't fuck me the way you do..."

"atta girl." rafe chuckled behind you, and the way his fingers continued circling your clit while he pounded into you from behind was getting almost overwhelming, and rafe could tell that you were getting closer by the way you were starting to clench around him, the blonde letting out a groan, "gonna come in this pretty pussy..." he mumbled, "she's practically begging me to... wants me to show her who she belongs to..."

a part of you wanted to protest, but you were so close that your mind was clouded by all the bliss he was making you feel, the world around you getting so hazy that you couldn't bring yourself to care as long as you got to come.

and as soon as you felt the band in your stomach snap, rafe's cock buried deep inside of you, he couldn't help the almost animalistic groan that left his lips, warm pumps of cum filling you up

Down By The Lake

NSFW

Summary: Wally gives you a ride home. ;)

Author's Note: I do plan on writing about other people too but Wally is my current hyper fixation so bare with me. Thanks for the support and send me some requests! Love -L

Wally Clark was undeniably the hottest guy in school. At least he was to you. Maybe it was the tension you were sure you were making up in your head. Or the fact that you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember.

He had noticed you too. He couldn’t deny he felt the pull between you. Your eyes would lock for a brief moment and his chest would tighten. His gaze always seemed to find you even in a crowd. That’s why he wasn’t surprised when his eyes locked on you during football practice. You were sitting in the bleachers waiting for your little sister to finish cheerleading practice. You were reading a book, legs crossed when you felt eyes on you. You glanced up slowly eyes meeting Wally’s his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth causing heat to pull at your center.

It was honestly pathetic how easily he could get to you. Your little sister rushing up the bleachers blocks your view. You look up at her with a smile. “Ready to go?” She fidgets with her hands giving you a pleading look. “Can you find a ride home? The girls really want to head to the mall.” You sigh unzipping your bag, digging in it until you find your keys. You hand them to her with a warning, “If you get even a scratch on my car-“ She interrupts you “Yea I know. I’ll be careful. Promise.” She skips down the stairs dangling the keys in front of the other cheerleaders and exclaiming “Got them! Mall here we come.” The other girls squeal and grab their bags heading to the car. You sigh knowing you’ll have to walk home.

You stick your book in your bag sliding it over your shoulders as you head down the bleachers. You head to leave the stadium as you hear someone call your name. You stop turning around and see Wally jogging to you. He looks good even covered in sweat. “Do you need a ride?” He asks slightly out of breath and looking at you with those chocolate eyes. “I was just gonna walk.” You shrug. “I don’t wanna be a bother.” He chuckles shaking his head at you. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t wanna take you home, Beautiful.” Your cheeks heat and you giggle at him. “Okay, you can take me home Wally.” His smile brightens at your agreement. “I gotta go grab my bag. Give me one minute.” He says before rushing off toward the locker rooms. You stand there smile on your face as you fiddle with the straps of your bag.

Wally is back in a flash resting his hand on your lower back guiding you towards his truck. He opens the door for you making sure you are in before closing it and jogging around to get in the drivers side. “Are you hungry? I always get super hungry after practice. Let me take you out for dinner.” He is looking at you waiting for a response. “How about we go through a drive through and eat by the lake? It’s such a nice day out and if you are actually going to take me out I need a little more notice then this.” You smile back at him.

You chat about football and your book as you get food and drive to the lake. Wally helps you out before spreading his letterman out on his tailgate for you to sit on. You hop up and then Wally sits next to you close enough that his leg rubs against yours. You carry on your conversation as you eat your burger and fries. Wally stealing a few fries from you. You playfully bat his hand away and he gives you an adorable pout.

After you finish eating Wally hops off the tailgate and stands between your legs. “I like you a lot.” He murmurs as his hand rests on your knee. You look up at him eyes locking as you realize how close he is. “Can I kiss you? Please.” He whispers.

“Wally, I like you too. Like a lot. I am drawn to you somehow. You can more than kiss me.” You admit cheeks heating as you realize what you’ve said.

His lips smash into yours causing the tension to swallow you both whole. His hands slide up your legs squeezing your thighs with his hands drawing a whimper from you. He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on yours.

“I want you. But I want you to know that I still wanna take you on that date.” His hand brushes your cheek. “You can have me Wally. In any way you want. And I want you to take me out on that date too.” You rush out before kissing his lips again, tongue tracing his bottom lip.

His hands wrap around your thighs carrying you to the backseat of his truck. He lays you down carefully before crawling in after you closing the door once he’s inside.

He hovers over your frame soaking in the moment. He leans down capturing your lips in a heated kiss as his hands find their way under your shirt. He pushes it over your head lips only breaking apart for a brief moment.

Your hands find his toned stomach scratching it gently before helping him tug his shirt over his head. He visibly shivers as your nails rake down his stomach. He leans down kissing and biting the top of your breast marking you as his.

You whine as he pulls your bra off finally seeing your breasts in full glory. He takes a minute to commit this to full memory, your chest heaving under him that flustered look on your face. His mouth attaches to your breast as his hands trail down your sides until they reach the waistband of your skirt. He grunts as you lift your hips to brush against his.

He trails his lips down your stomach and bunches your skirt up around your waist, drawing in a breath at the sight of the damp spot in your lacy little panties. He hooks his fingers dragging them down your thighs and tossing them in his front seat.

He drags his pointer finger down your slit before spreading you open with his thumbs. The sight of you wet for him has his hips jerking into the seat. You whine getting impatient with him. "Please touch me." You whimper at him. He smirks up at you "I've got you baby. I am just savoring this moment."

He scoots you up, your back resting against the side door as he rest the back of your knees against his shoulders before blowing out hot air onto your center. "Open those eyes baby. I want you to watch me as I eat your sweet pussy." he squeezes your thigh. Your eyes shoot open locking onto the sinful image of his tongue darting out to flick against your clit.

Your hangs tangle into his dark strands, lifting your hips to bring his mouth closer to you. He brings his middle finger slowly sinking into you, a whine leaving you. "Fuck you are so tight Baby." He murmurs against you.

His tongue continues to flick against your bundle of nerves making you breathless. "Wally." you whine tugging at his hair. He looks up at you tongue still working against you while his middle finger fucks into you. "I need you. Please." You squirm underneath him.

He pulls away pushing his sweats down his thighs before sitting in the seat. He pats his lap. Your eyes lock onto his thick cock as it stands in all its glory. "Come on baby. I want you to ride me." He grabs your ankle pulling you towards him.

You scoot to him straddling his lap before reaching between you two drag the head of his cock through your wetness. His breath catches and he rushes to pull your lips to his kissing you as you sink slowly down his cock. You gasp as you take in the head and feel the thick vein on the underneath. The stretch almost painful as he fills you.

His hands find your hips to help you bounce on him. His lips attach to your breast covering them in his marks. "Taking me so well baby. Feel so good." he growls out at you clench around him. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you fuck down on him. The noise of your pussy swallowing his cock and your whines filling the air around you spurring you to move faster.

His hands lifting your hips to help as your legs begin to shake. The feeling so overwhelming that tears well up in your eyes. He kisses the tears as they stream down hitting that spot inside you. "Wally... I'm close." You whine as you tuck your head into his neck. His hand reaches up grabbing your ponytail yanking your head back. "I wanna see this pretty face when you fall apart." He grunts.

You whine out reaching your hand down to toy with your clit, clenching around him as he slams your hips against him. Your pussy stutters around him eyes closing as you reach the end. His eyes never leave your face as he feels you cum around him. "Fuck. Where do you want it?" He pants out. You look down at him fluttering your lashes look somehow innocent as he ruins your pussy. "Cum inside me Wally." You smile at him. That sentence alone pushes him to fill you with his spend.

He fucks his cum into you before resting his forehead on your collarbone both of you breathing heavy. "Fuck who knew you were such a freak Baby." Wally chuckles kissing you as your cheeks heat. He gently removes himself from you before helping you climb into his passenger seat. He gets in starting the truck before he snatches your panties from you tucking them into his pocket. "These are mine now. I want you to feel my cum dripping down those pretty thighs."

"what that mouth do" gnaw and chew and munch and nibble and chomp and bite u

The possessiveness of this. 🤤🤤🤤

Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - G

G is for all the good, great, god-praising methods Wally weaponizes to distract you from the details outside the arrangement between you and him. Like Janet, for example, and the arrangement Wally has with her. The one he insists isn't more than a mutual (non-physical, non-emotional) ploy to secure their positions as Split River High royalty. It's true, after all, that Wally couldn't give two fucks about her. But their gamble paid off and Wally's riding the gravy train through senior year, so it isn't something he can just end because it makes you grumpy to be a secret.

"C'mon, baby," He says, caging you in, big hands on either side of you on the kitchen counter. You reached for a glass and Wally took advantage while you didn't notice his proximity after demanding he never come near you again. His lips graze your neck, his breath ghosting your skin—a tingle up your spine—and he guides you to face him. "Don't push me away," He implores, featherlight fingers sneaking under the hem of your shirt, "You're the only good thing I have, baby. I need you."

Part of him hates how true that's starting to become. How he can't think of anything else except your laugh, your touch, your scent, your eyes, your lips, your perfect, sweet pussy. Wally's breath catches then stammers out, face so close to yours, a narrow thread between your body and his. His fingers breeze from your hips to the underside of your tits, his gaze holding yours like something precious.

"I'm never letting you go, baby," Brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, flicks his tongue against your bottom lip, "You're mine." And he's greedy as fuck with his things. Selfish. Possessive. Doesn't let anyone within a mile radius of what's his unless he's supervising. He takes your wrist and guides it to the front of his sweatpants, sets your palm firmly on the outline of his hardening cock, "You're the only thing that gets me like this..." His other hand trails down down down, fingertips brushing under the waistband of your sleep shorts as he releases and insists pressure against the back of your hand to grind himself in to.

You're as intoxicated by him as he is you, and Wally knows it. Sees it in how your pupils blow; hears it in how your breath catches; feels it in how fucking wet you are for him from a few delicate strokes of his fingers.

"That's my good girl," He praises, voice chocolatey and low, when you set the glass down and place your hands on his body. "Let daddy show you how good I treat what's mine..." Your whimper is like music to his ears.

Janet's at the nail salon, your mom and stepdad are out for the day, only due back for supper, and Wally was explicitly told to make himself at home while he waited for Janet to return. Something he intends to do with the added bonus of proving how important you've become to him.

Gluttonous, savage, he grabs you under the thighs and carries you to the kitchen table, sets you down only to spin you around and bend you over it. Dropping to his knees, Wally takes your shorts and panties with him before he eats you out from behind, hands groping your ass, tongue-fucking you until your juices dribble down his chin. And, God, there is nothing better than this.

After he fucks you until you're dizzy and spent; after Janet gets home and finds him innocently on the couch (alone) on his phone; after he spends the evening charming your mom and stepdad; after all that, he parks around the corner and texts you:

I miss your taste already, baby. You gonna spread those sexy legs of yours and give me more? xx

Break up with Janet and I'll think about it,,,

He doesn't text you back, doesn't bother since he's at your window in record time, face between your thighs, reminding you exactly what being a brat and getting fussy will get you.

And, shit, Wally smirks against your pussy, was that the game all along?

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MASTERLIST

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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

My chest literally hurts every time I think about Maddie leaving Wally. Fuck this show has me down bad. I feel like a kid.

Adorableeeee

my request is for a Wally drabble where there is a lot of angst and tension cause they aren’t together yet and the prompts is request are 21 and 36

and maybe possibly if there’s nsfw it could be J

appreciate you !!!

Omg! Thank you so much!! You're my first request!! 💓 I kinda got excited and might've gotten a lil carried away, but here ya go!

Movies & Polaroids 🎬📸

Wally Clark x fem!reader

NSFW!!

Word count: 2,214 (oops 👀)

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

J. Masturbation

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"Come on, Wally, you're taking forever!" Becky complained, poking her head into the garage. "We're gonna miss the first half of the movie if you don't hurry up!"

"Just one more screw," Wally grunted, his voice muffled by the engine of the '67 Chevelle he was tinkering with. His hands were smeared with grease and sweat, and his heart raced with excitement. It wasn't just the anticipation of the new sci-fi flick at the drive-in—though that was a big part of it—it was the fact that he'd be seeing y/n there, the girl he'd had a crush on since the dawn of time. Or at least since middle school.

The garage was a mess, but to Wally, it was a sanctuary. Posters of cars and rock bands lined the walls, and tools hung neatly from pegboards. The smell of gasoline and oil mixed with the faint scent of Becky's perfume wafting in from the doorway. She was y/n's best friend, a constant in his life, but tonight, she was just a hurdle to clear before he could see the girl of his dreams.

"What's the big deal?" Wally called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "It's just y/n. You guys see each other every day at school anyway."

Becky rolled her eyes and stepped into the garage, her platform heels clacking against the concrete floor. She knew better than to argue with Wally when he had his heart set on something. "You're the one who's acting like a lovesick puppy," she teased, waving her hand in front of her nose to ward off the fumes.

Wally stood up, wiping his hands on an even greasier rag. "I'm not lovesick," he protested, his cheeks flushing. "I just... I don't know. She's different, you know?"

"Different from what?" Becky challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. "Different from the posters of half-naked girls plastered all over your bedroom wall?"

Wally shot her a glare. "Those are art, Becky. This is...real." He paused, searching for the right words. "Y/n's got this...this light, you know? And she's not just pretty, she's...interesting."

Becky laughed. "Interesting, huh? That's a new one." She tossed him a clean shirt. "You're just saying that because she doesn't throw herself at you like the others do."

Wally caught the shirt, his eyes lingering on Becky's smug expression. "You don't get it," he muttered, pulling the shirt over his head.

"I get it," she said with a knowing smile. "You're jealous."

Wally froze, his hand still on the shirt. "What? Jealous of what?"

"Of anyone who gets to spend time with her, obviously," Becky said with a smirk. "You want her all to yourself."

Wally's heart skipped a beat. Jealous? He'd never thought of it that way before, but as the word hung in the air, he realized it was true. The thought of y/n with anyone else made his stomach twist in knots. But was it really jealousy, or was it something more?

"Come on," Becky said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door. "We're gonna be late."

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the garage, his thoughts racing. Jealousy was a powerful emotion, and one he wasn't used to feeling. It was going to be a long night.

--- (1/4 of the way)

The drive to the drive-in was a blur of neon lights and honking horns. The 80s were in full swing, and the streets of their small town were alive with the sounds of music and laughter. Wally's mind was a million miles away, replaying every moment he'd shared with y/n. The way she'd looked at him in math class when he'd solved that impossible problem. The shy smile she'd given him when he'd held the door open. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her favorite book.

When they finally pulled into the packed parking lot, Wally's nerves were strung tighter than the guitar strings at a Van Halen concert. He spotted y/n's car almost immediately—a candy apple red Corvette that was the envy of every guy at school. His stomach flipped as he realized she'd come alone. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night.

"There she is," Becky said, nodding towards the Corvette. "Looks like she's saving a spot for you."

Wally swallowed hard. "I'm not so sure," he said, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

They parked next to y/n, and Wally took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. He could see her silhouette in the driver's seat, the glow of a cigarette casting a warm light on her features. She looked up as they approached, and their eyes met. Wally felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hey," she said, her voice low and husky. "You guys made it."

"Hi," Wally managed to croak out, his throat suddenly dry. "How's it going?"

Y/n shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Just waiting for the movie to start."

They talked awkwardly for a few minutes, the air thick with tension. Wally's mind was racing with what-ifs and maybes. What if he just told her how he felt? What if she laughed in his face? What if she said she felt the same way?

But before he could say anything, Becky chimed in. "You know, Wally's been working on his car all day just so he could impress you," she said with a wink.

Wally's cheeks burned. "Shut up, Becky," he muttered.

Y/n looked over at him, her eyes widening. "Is that true?"

"It's no big deal," he said, trying to play it cool.

"No, it is," she said, her voice sincere. "That's really sweet."

Sweet? He'd never thought of himself as sweet before. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she did like him.

As they walked towards the snack bar, Becky shot him a look. "See?" she whispered. "You're totally jealous."

Wally didn't reply. He was too busy trying to keep his cool around y/n. But deep down, he knew Becky was right. He was jealous of anyone who had the chance to be close to her. And he'd do anything to be the one she looked at like that.

As the night grew darker and the movie played on the massive outdoor screen, Wally couldn't shake the feeling that y/n was watching him. Every time he glanced over, she'd be looking away, as if she'd been caught in the act. His mind filled with fantasies of what could happen if he just had the courage to make a move.

After Becky fell asleep in the back seat, Wally couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself, saying he had to grab something from his car. His heart pounding, he grabbed the Polaroid of y/n that he'd taken of her that week. It was a candid shot of her in a bikini at the beach, her hair blowing in the wind and her eyes closed in laughter. He'd been carrying it around with him like a secret treasure, touching it when he was alone and letting his imagination run wild.

In the privacy of his car, parked a few rows away, he took the picture out and studied it, his breath hitching. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair. He leaned back, his hand sliding down his pants, his arousal growing as he thought of her. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, the image of her smiling face etched in his mind

--- (2/4, we can do this y'all! ♡)

But he wasn't as alone as he thought.

The sound of the door opening startled him, and he nearly jumped out of his seat. Y/n slid into the passenger side, her eyes on the picture in his hand. "What's this?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Wally's face burned with embarrassment. He'd been caught red-handed—literally. "It's nothing," he said, trying to tuck it away. "Just...just a picture."

"A picture of me," she said, taking it from his hand. "Why do you have this, Wally?"

He couldn't look at her. "I...I don't know," he mumbled. "I just...I think you're beautiful."

The silence in the car was deafening, the sound of his own racing heart the only noise he could hear. He braced himself for her to slap him, to scream, to get out and run away. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his neck. "God, you're cute," she murmured.

Wally's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. "You think I'm cute?"

Y/n smirked, taking a drag of her cigarette. "You think I'm not aware of what you've been doing over here?" She exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes never leaving his. "I've seen the way you look at me, Wally."

He didn't know what to say, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and desire.

"But why are you hiding?" she continued. "Why don't you just tell me how you feel?"

Wally's hand stilled, his eyes meeting hers. "Because...because I'm afraid," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm afraid of losing you. Of messing things up."

Y/n reached over and placed her hand on his, stopping his frantic movements. "You're not going to mess things up," she said softly. "Not if we do it together."

With those words, the dam broke. Wally couldn't believe what was happening. He leaned in, his heart racing, and kissed her. It was a clumsy, desperate kiss, fueled by years of longing. But y/n didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand sliding up to cradle his face.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Wally fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, his hands trembling with excitement. The fabric fell away, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. He traced the outline of her breast with his thumb, feeling her nipple harden against his touch. Y/n moaned, pressing herself against him, her own hands busy unbuckling his belt.

They moved to the back of the car, the vinyl seats sticking to their skin as they kissed and explored each other. Wally felt like he was in a dream—or maybe a scene from one of the steamy romance novels he'd snuck a peek at in the bookstore. The scent of her perfume filled his nose, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that only heightened his arousal.

Y/n straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, her bare skin against his. Wally could feel the heat of her, the softness of her thighs as they gripped him tightly. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling the weight of them, the nipples peaked and sensitive. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, blocking out the rest of the world.

Her hips began to move, rocking gently against him. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his jeans, desperate for release. He slid his hand down, slipping it under her skirt, finding the dampness waiting for him. Y/n's breath hitched as he touched her, her eyes fluttering closed.

Their kisses grew more frantic as they undressed each other, the air thick with need. The sound of their breathing and the rustling of clothes was the only sound in the quiet night. Wally could feel her heat, her wetness, and it was all he could do to hold back

--- (3/4, drink some water, thanks for making it this far! ♡)

When they were both naked, y/n leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before guiding him to her entrance. Wally's breath caught in his throat as he pushed into her, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a warm, wet glove.

Their rhythm grew faster, their breaths mingling as they moved together. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain on his skin. Wally could feel the tension coiling in his gut, ready to explode.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. The neon lights of the drive-in flickered outside the windows, casting a rainbow of colors across their sweat-slicked bodies. The movie played on in the background, forgotten in the face of their passion.

Wally felt himself reaching the edge, the pressure building until it was unbearable. He didn't want it to end, but he couldn't hold back. He bucked his hips up into her, driving deep, feeling her tighten around him as she climaxed. It was all he needed to let go, the world spinning out of control as he came, his vision white-hot with pleasure.

They collapsed against each other, panting and spent. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of a car engine and the rustle of the wind through the trees.

For a moment, they just held each other, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Then y/n spoke, her voice soft and shaky. "Wally, that was..."

He kissed her again, cutting off her words. "I know," he murmured. "It was perfect."

And as they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Wally realized that this was the start of something beautiful.

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I’m feeling not great today and I can’t help but think about Wally crawling between my body and the couch. Pulling my hips against his front and kissing my temple before cuddling into me.

And maybe even snaking his hand down to toy with my clit purely to distract me from feeling so rough.

Letting you FaceTime your friends to gossip while I'm under the covers eating you out