Personally I Feel Like This Isn’t Really How I See Wally’s Personality But It Was Super Good And

ALL DAY AND NIGHT

I’d ride the pony 🐎

I was joking with my friends that Wally would fuck with High School Musical only to realise how well Scream from HSM 3 fits him

And now I'm experiencing emotions

Anyone else notice Wally kept stepping in front of people during the last episode just in case things went south. Like him stepping in front of Maddie then later on stepping in front of Quinn when they were confronting Mr. Marten. He don't play when it comes to his girl and friends.

Charley: I just want to say I’m part of the LGBTQ community and this is my best friend Wally. He’s an ally. Talk Wally!

Wally: Ally! ✊🥂

Cuddle Bug

summary: a flashfic exploration of Wally's inability to be anything but a plural image when you're within reach. aka: he's codependent as fuck and neither you nor he care.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: fluff. smut lite. AU - everyone is alive (zesty). lore established offscreen.

bon reading, frens

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Wally Clark's love language is physical touch. No surprise there. The guy needs cuddles like flowers need sunlight to thrive. Always has. Being a ghost for 40 years exacerbated that need, and now that he's a real boy again, he can't help himself. Wally sits too close, hugs hello and goodbye, touches arms and knees when he's telling a story.

It's just that much more amped up when it comes to you.

He was affectionate before you and he became inseparable. Lightly grazed your hand when he walked beside you, found every excuse to tackle you when he tried to teach you football techniques. Ajay and Charley stood there like extra wheels even though it'd been Wally who'd rallied everyone to the field.

What? Your giggle's so damn cute! No way was Wally going to be able to focus on anything else!

Besides Charley's just as bad when Yuri's around, and Simon can't even function when Maddie gives him the eyes. So, everyone can suck it as far as Wally's concerned.

During group activities, Wally would find a way to sit next to you. Would squish his long limbs between you and Maddie and give you a bright, boyish grin. Sometimes he'd stare Xavier down until he got the hint and scooched closer to Nicole at the lunch table, leaving a gap that Wally could settle into beside you. His arm around your shoulders and his knee touching yours. Totally innocent.

Wally brought your favorite snacks to Game Night, established himself as your personal chauffeur despite the fact that you lived closer to Simon and Rhonda, and loyally helped you filter clothes when you and the girls went shopping. Yes. He'd made himself one of the girls just to spend time with you. Don't look at him like that; it worked, didn't it? 👀

Since accepting him as your boyfriend (he grins so big, his cheeks ache), Wally's dependence on your touch, warmth, shape against his, has increased a hundredfold.

You sit on the picnic table before the first bell, chatting to Maddie and Claire about something Wally isn't listening to, his arms around your waist, upper body slumped between your legs, head resting on your thigh as you rake your fingers through his thick hair. Oh, he could die all over again and be the happiest of ghosts just for this. Not that he wants to be a ghost again. Not unless you're with him this time. Which would require you to die, too, and that's a terrible thought and he's never going to tell you about it. But the sentiment remains. Wally doesn't want to do anything without you, ever.

He managed to convince the secretary to put him in all your classes, pouting and pleading his case that he'd been dead since 1983 and, "it's so traumatic coming back, she's the only thing I have that feels real...please?" A tactic that he should stop abusing, but it worked on all the teachers when he requested to be sat next to you. Every time a teacher caved, Wally would fold into the desk beside you, beaming like a winner. And who cares? Mina and Ajay, and Charley and Yuri pulled the same doe-eyed trick and got what they wanted, why couldn't Wally do the same?

On Fridays, everyone piles into Wally's high school best friend's living room—Rodney now Wally's legal guardian for reasons—to have movie marathons. There's trivia to guess the movie. Winner gets one veto and can insert their own choice, but there's three movies in total so pick wisely! They figured out awhile ago that Wally sometimes (always) lets you win trivia when it's his turn to play his lineup. You never veto anything, equally as eager to watch what he opts for. It drives Simon and Ajay insane.

He takes over a whole couch, the three-seater, sprawls long-ways and tucks you between his legs, your body draped over him like a blanket as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go for anything. He traces patterns on your back, cradles your head against his chest, soaks up the physical contact like a sponge after years of ghostly numbness.

In the school halls, Wally keeps his hand on your hip. He kisses your head and cheeks and jaw. Doesn't care who sees because you're his girl and he'll do what he wants, thank you. He's proud that you call him yours and wants to show off who his heart belongs to. This one! This one said yes!

You're in his lap more than your own seat when the group descends upon Max's Diner after football games (that, no, Wally doesn't participate in. That era is firmly in the past and he'll never don a jersey again; sorry mom, God bless, rest in peace). His hands are all over you as you engage Rhonda in conversation; on your thighs, waist, back, hips. Anywhere and everywhere that's still appropriate in public. His head under your chin, eyes closed as he listens to your heartbeat, strong and steady, the rhythm matching his.

Wally rolls over in his bed, crushes you beneath his weight as he plays dead—knock on wood that that won't happen again for many years—and tries to stifle his laughter when you struggle to reverse the position. Eventually, he showers your skin with kisses, nudges between your thighs and laces his fingers with yours, pressing his smile to yours before kissing you deeply.

The sex is amazing, but nothing beats the afterglow when he has you pliant and sweet, curled into him on your side, your face in his chest, his hand on your lower back, whispering how much he loves you as you doze. Call him codependent, but Wally doesn't want to spend even an hour without you. He isn't a lost puppy, knows how to behave like a man. He just spent too many years being forgotten that he still has trust issues.

And you don't mind. You welcome it, in fact, and that makes Wally feel safer than he ever has. It makes it easy to ignore the looks people give you and him when you agree to go somewhere, "only if Wally's invited, too" because you and he are a package deal. And he does the same for you. Obviously, not for the same reasons, you're perfectly fine being alone, it's just that Wally's not ready to experiment with your absence just yet. Maybe never will be.

Rodney's long since accepted that Wally's room has become your room. From married and childless to married with several formerly-dead teenagers and their SOs, Rodney and his wife have accepted their homebase status like champs. They treat you like family—you have a house key for the rare occasion Wally isn't with you after school—and acknowledge that Wally can't sleep without you without suffering.

He stays curled around you all night, kisses you awake, big hand trailing from your waist to your hip as he nips the top knot of your spine and grinds his morning wood against your ass. God, you get him hard so easily, Wally sometimes thinks he should get checked out. You hum then sigh then turn in his arms, hook a leg over his and press yourself against him in exactly the right way.

Through half-lidded eyes, Wally gazes at you. Licks his lips as he rocks his hips slowly and watches your expression go from sleepsoft to wanting. You like how that feels baby? You want it inside you? And he kisses you deep and thorough, rolls you onto your back to fit between your legs, groans when one of your hands squeezes his ass through his boxer-briefs.

He needs to be inside you yesterday, loves how you feel, tight and wet and hot around him. Soft touches turn hard, light sweeps of lips turn to teeth and tongue and fresh bruises on your neck. Wally loves to taste you first, to prolong his pleasure by giving you yours, his tongue delving into you and sucking your clit gently; deliriously slow because he can't get enough.

It's not until you're begging him so pretty for his cock that he finally lets himself fuck into you, so hard and sensitive his brain explodes upon fitting deep inside you on the first thrust. A refrain of fuck, yes and oh God baby, you feel so good fills the room—sorry Rodney—the headboard smacking against the wall in time with Wally's hips. Throughout, Wally holds you like something precious, kisses you like salvation, breathes you in like he can't live without you.

He makes sure you come first before he even thinks about letting go, the sensation of you shaking apart around him ripping his own release right from his core. Wally licks into your mouth, moans like a beast, and then, one two three more stunted thrusts and he goes still. Hazy eyes hold yours and you can see the depth of his emotion for you. At least, he hopes so. How he'll treasure you forever. He'll never love anyone as much as he loves you. That's a promise and a threat and he smiles a lazy smile at you as you begin to giggle.

"What's so funny, baby?" Wally nudges your cheek with his nose.

"Nothing, I promise, I'm just...really happy." You tell him and he moans in delight.

"You don't feel suffocated or claustrophobic like Rhonda said you would?" Wally asks, a little insecure. Okay, a lot insecure, even if he doesn't usually feel that way about how reliant he is on your proximity. You've never given him a reason to feel anything but safe and happy and loved, but still. Rhonda knows how to hit bone even when she means well.

You shift, forcing Wally to look at you, your hands cradling his jaw, "Never. I will never, ever want this, us, to be anything but exactly how it is. I love having you all over me."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." And you grin, a warm little thing, "I like sharing everything with you. It's nice. My very own witness to my life."

Wally kisses you again, another slow, deep, sentimental gesture; everything he feels poured into it, before he settles down on top of you, careful not to crush you, his head above your breasts and his eyes fluttering closed. Relaxed. Sated. Safe.

Wally Clark's love language is physical touch, and, in this second chance at life, he's profoundly grateful to have found someone fluent in it.

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fluff. between 1982 and 1983, Wally meets and falls completely head over heels for a girl who changes everything. his biggest fan, his greatest love. you.

If he looked at me like that I would absolutely FOLD

Peggy

18+ MDNI

CW: pegging, sub Wally, safe word (mentioned but not used), mommy kink, cum eating/tasting

Summary: You try something new with Wally.

Wally trusted you immensely and knew that you would never judge him, but he was scared shitless to ask you this one thing. It sent him in a spiral and was eating him alive, keeping this inside. He tried his best to keep his presence around you normal like he usually is that nothing was bothering him at all. Although that was easier said than done. He knew you probably noticed that something was up with him. You were so perspective of him.

All he had to do was ask, but the thought of doing just that created anxiety in him. He thought of every scenario where it would go wrong from breaking up with him to downright flat out laughing at him. So he just swallowed his pride and kept it in the dark recess of his brain. Until it resurfaced to the front of his mind when he was dropping you off at your place. You noticed that he was tense and seemed off. “Walls, my love, are you okay?” You gently asked. In his head, he was spiraling and couldn't find the words to say what he wanted. “ You know you can tell me anything, right?” You told him, and his heart shattered. He heard the hurt in your tone. God, he needed to do this to get this out there so you don't think of the worse. He turned to you and grabbed your hand to steal his nerves. “You promise that you won't judge me?” He asked, which caused you to raise your brow at him. “I'm serious hun.” He said in all seriousness. “You know I would never, dear.” You said while squeezing his hand. He took a deep breath and finally said what he needed to say “Willyoupegme?” expect it came out in a rush, and you had no clue what he said. “Come again?” You said. Heat flooded his cheeks, and he was dying on repeating himself, but he had because you have no idea what he asked. “I said," Will you peg me? “ He replied and immediately closed his eyes, not wanting to see your reaction.

Laughter filled the truck, and he snapped his head over to you, wondering what was so funny. He just bared his soul to you, and you had the nerve to laugh at him. “Wanna share with the class what's so funny.” He sassed. Rolling your eyes at him and reaching out to hold his hand again. “ Of course I will.” You said, and his eyes widened a bit. He wasn't expecting that answer from you. “Is that what you were losing your mind about?” you asked. He just nodded in response. “You never have to feel nervous to ask me anything, dear.” You told him, and again, he nodded.

It's been a week since he asked you to peg him, and he was a little bit worried that he scared you off with his ask. It was Friday, and he was coming over to your place for movie night since it was your turn to host. It was 7pm by the time he arrived at your house and he knocked on the door. He was doing everything to regulate his breathing and clear his head. You finally opened the door, and Wally’s brain short circuited. You were in the skimpiest pair of PJ’s that you own. He swallowed hard and followed you inside. God, you look so perfect, he thought, and he felt like a live wire. You had everything set up for movie night in your living room with the giant flat scene TV. He made his way to the couch to settle in for the night. You asked him what he wanted to watch, and he didn't care. You browsed through different streaming services until you found something interesting to watch. You pressed play and let the movie begin.

Wally pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around you while you both watched the movie. You were adjusting yourself on his lap, not knowing your ass was brushing against his dick. It kept happening, and he thought you had to know what you were doing to him. He gripped your hips to stop you, “Knock it off.” He rasped. You paused your actions. Once the movie finished and the credits started rolling, you stood up and yanked him off the couch, pulling him along to your bedroom.

As soon as you passed the threshold of your room, he knew that the atmosphere had changed. He sat on your bed awaiting your next move. Each and every movement was calculated. You went into your closet to collect a box that would show who's actually in charge for the evening. With the box in hand and heading towards the bathroom to change. You called over your shoulder to him, “ Get undress & look pretty for me.” With that you shut the door and Wally moved as quickly as humanly possible to rid himself of his clothes. After he finished, he sat back on the bed awaiting your arrival from the bathroom.

After what seems like eons to him, you eventually emerge from the bathroom. Wally scanned your body from head to toe, analyzing you. It wasn't until his eyes landed on the harness that you were wearing and his eyes continued traveling down your body until he noticed the pale flesh-color cock attached to the harness. He swallowed hard and was gawking at it. “Like what you see?” You cockily replied. Wally nodded his head and couldn't tear his gaze away. You walked up to him and your hand slid in his hair, yanking his head to look at you. “I need words, Walter.” You spoke harshly. His eyes grew in size at the way you spoke to him and he stuttered over his words, “Y-y-yes, ma'am.” He replied. “Good boy.” You said and released your grip from his hair.

“Here's how tonight is going to go.” You spoke, “Anytime I ask you a question you will reply with words? If you can't, one tap to my thigh signifies yes and double means no. If at any point you feel uncomfortable with what is going on, you say your safe word and we will stop no matter what.” “Got that?” you asked and he replied yes. “Before we get started what's your safe word?” “Football.” He replied. “Good boy.” You praised him and he whined at that. You chuckled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

You both maneuvered into a comfortable position. His legs were spread open so that you could lay easily between them. You leaned down to grab the lube bottle, flicking the cap open and squirting lube onto your fingers and his asshole tossing the bottle on the bed. “Ready?” You asked him, and he whispered a yes. As carefully and gently as you could, started to insert one finger in his hole to stretch him out. You wanted to prep him before giving him the strap. When one finger was inside him, you stopped and checked in with him, “How are you feeling, dear?” You asked. Wally exhaled and said “I'm doing good.” You smiled at him and placed a kiss on his hip. Slowly, you began to move your finger and kept your eyes on Wally, watching for any signs.

Wally was loving this. It was so much better than he was expecting. “More, please.” He whined out. You chuckled at him, “Okay hun.” You said and inserted a second finger. He threw back his head and let out a long moan. God he was loving this. You were beginning to pick up your pace and stretching him out even more. “Don't stop.” He begged. You gave him a wicked smile and wouldn't dream of stopping. As you continued your pace, you wrapped your other hand around his cock and began stroking it. His body flinched from the unexpected. Your hand around him started to match the pace of your fingers in his ass. Both moving in tandem and Wally was losing his fucking mind. His body was on fire and it felt so god damn good. Pants and moans started to fill the room and the smell of sweat was as well. He couldn't take it anymore the absolute pleasure you were giving him. “I'm going to cum.” He told you and you started to speed up your actions. Wally couldn't hold in his moans anymore and without any shame in the world he let himself enjoy this. His hips started to roll matching your rhythm. “I'm cumm-” He stopped mid speaking, head thrown back and a loud moan ripped from his throat. His cum coated your fingers. You carefully pulled out your fingers and crawled up to him. He was breathing hard and arms covering his eyes. He removed his arms from his eyes and glanced up at you. “I'm so proud of you, my best boy.” You said. Another whine escaped his lips and a blush rushed his face. While locking eyes with each other, you lifted your cum covered fingers in your mouth enjoying the taste. Wally moaned seeing how fucking hot that was.

“Are you good to continue?” You asked him, and he said “Yeah, I'm good.” You reached over to grab the lube and squeezed a good amount in your hand to lube up the strap. Wally watched in a daze and couldn't wait. Once satisfied with how lubed up the cock was you were ready for your next move. You placed the tip at Wally's hole. You checked in one last time and he was ready. Exhaling you started pushing into him. He groaned and your eyes snapped up at him looking at him with worry in your eyes and you seized your movements. He quickly spoke out “Whatever you do, please don't stop.” His hand was fumbling around looking for yours and once he found yours he interlocked your fingers. And with that you kept going until you were fully at the hilt of the cock. You stayed there for a moment to let Wally recuperate. Both of you were breathing hard. After stilling for a moment, you asked “Are you ready?” Wally couldn't speak, so he let a single tap to your thigh and you instantly adjusted yourself. Slowly you rolled your hips, thrusting in and out of him. His breathing started to pick up immensely. Quickly you found a good rhythm and pace. You kept at it for a while and Wally felt like he was on top of the world. He was getting close to cumming again and was getting ready to say so, but he stopped short when you suddenly pulled out of him.

He groaned at the suddenness and his eyes snapped out filled with so much confusion. He was about to voice himself but you interrupted him. “Turn over and get on all fours.” He hesitated for a bit until you captured his face in your hands. “Baby.” You cooed. He just pouted. “You trust me, right.” He nodded and moved himself to the new position. You thrusted back into him and lurched forward. You got back into the groove of things to get him back to that release. Moans and groans from the both of you filled the air and Wally was approaching his release again. “I'm getting close.” He said. You nodded and started to pick up your pace. It was a lot harsher than before and Wally was enjoying it so much. “Mommy, I'm so fucking close.” He cried. You paused for a millisecond and were surprised with the name that fell from his lips. Not that you minded and Wally didn't seem to notice what he said.

You kept on track with what you were doing and Wally moaned out loud “Fuck, Mommy.” and he came so fucking hard. It coated his abs and your sheets. You kept going at it to chase your own release from the strap which you purchased with the clit stimulation piece. You were so close yourself, picking up your pace to fall over the edge. Wally was whining from overstimulating. “I know baby, I know. Be mommy's good boy.” You said. Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it harshly with a hard thrust. Thus triggering your own release which had a scream and moan ripped from your lips. Wally let out a cry and collapsed from holding himself up.

Loud heavy breathing from the both of you echoed around the room. You collapsed on Wally's back, trying your best to collect yourself. Once you felt your breathing even out a bit, you carefully pulled out of Wally and unhooked the strap throwing it across the room not giving a fuck where it landed. You moved back towards Wally who was still recovering. You laid down next to him and carefully pulled him in your arms. You maneuvered him to lay down with you and rested his head on your chest. He wrapped his arms around you and he shut his eyes. You just held him, running your nails over his body letting him recover and catch his breath. Humming filled the atmosphere and he recognized it to be his favorite song. Warmth filled his entire body, he has never felt love and care like this before.

He opened his eyes and gazed up at you. You looked back at him with a smile on your lips. “Hi baby.” You whispered and Wally blushed hard, sure you've called him that before but right now in this very moment it felt different. “Hi.” he said his voice was hoarse. “How are you feeling?” You asked. “Good, so good.” He replied. You placed a kiss on his forehead. “I'm glad to hear that my good boy.” You said. Wally blushed so hard and hid his face in your chest letting out a whine. You just laughed and held him closer to you, placing dozens of kisses to his head.

The two of you just stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Just wanna hear you scream

Summary: Wally brings your fantasy to life.

18+ Warning

Most of the stuff I post/reblog is probably going to be extremely smutty so minors do NOT interact!!

Anxiety

summary: prompt fill. Wally isn't clingy. he isn't. honest. but something about your aura makes him nervous, and suddenly he's all hands everywhere and babbling where he's normally calm, cool, collected, and he needs you to get his head back on right. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. flashfic. sub-adjacent!Wally Clark. nothing Anxiety Disorder related. Wally Clark is a whiny lil' babe when he's nervous.

bon reading, frens

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Anxiety

At first, you don't even acknowledge him. Which, alright, fine, you don't have to, it's not a rule. But Wally's suddenly anxious, tracking in his head all the things he said to you yesterday when he left your house. Hopped out the window, dashed across the lawn, and strutted home with a skip in his step because you showed him how much you love his cock.

Thrice.

You kissed him goodbye, sleepy and sweet, after he tucked you in. Normal. Better than normal, actually. And you didn't text him this morning to suggest anything's wrong.

Oh God. Does that mean something's wrong?

You don't always text him before school since, as you said, you know you're going to catch him before class. He left you pretty late last night, so no wonder you showed up only minutes before the bell instead of your usual twenty, and shit, is that the problem?

He wasn't considerate of your time? He should've been. Fuck, he should. have. been. Not whining and begging you for, "Just one more time, baby, please. I can't stop, I'm still so hard for you, come on."

With a whine he doesn't realize he releases, he crosses the cafeteria and takes a seat beside you. Fiddles with his hands in his lap, knee bouncing, trying to smile at Simon and Ajay who smile back, though something in their eyes is mildly concerned.

You chat away to Claire and Nicole as if Wally isn't buzzing out of his skin beside you, pretty and awake, voice tinkling like a bell. Wally chews his lip the longer you go without indicating you notice him.

You're wrapped up in the conversation, he tells himself. You're not mad at him. Right? .... Right!?

Uncertain, but desperate for acknowledgement, Wally reaches out and places a hand on your knee. You don't shoo him away. Don't move it. In fact, you inch closer, pressing your hip against his and curling your hand around his. You don't look at him, but Wally considers it a win.

Or maybe it's not.

Maybe you just don't want to cause a scene, and you're giving him crumbs of affection to placate him before you take him somewhere private and blow his world to smithereens.

By the time the bell rings, Wally's worked himself into a frenzy. Palms sweaty, face pale, bottom lip worried red. He keeps his eyes down, offering you a nervous, tight smile when you gaze up at him as you stand and grab your bag.

You notice his nervous demeanor and tilt your head, studying him like last night's Bio homework.

You and he have English next, but you don't seem to care, dragging him by the wrist into an empty classroom where you instruct him to, "Sit."

Wally does as he's told, sitting in the teacher's chair, staring up at you with enormous, soulful eyes, as if pleading for you to forgive him for whatever he did wrong.

You scan his face through narrowed eyes, and then slide your bag off your shoulder and let it drop to the floor. Quite unexpectedly (though very much appreciated), you plant your legs on either side of his and plop down in his lap with your whole weight. Hips right against his, no air between you; your hands on his shoulders and his on your waist.

He gulps, blinking at you, waiting for you to say something.

Finally, "What's going on in that silly head of yours, pretty boy?"

Wally releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding, relaxing as your lips curl into a warm, sedate smile. His hands tighten on your waist.

"I...thought you were mad at me?" He poses like a question, feeling stupid now that he hears himself say it out loud. And then, babbling, "I thought I might've disrespected your time last night. I know I left later than we planned, and I'm so sorry. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, babe, I promise. But you know how I am when I get you all to myself—" Which sounds like he's blaming you, crap "Not that it's your fault, I'm not saying that, I was just trying to say that I know I need to be more aware of the time—"

You shut him up with a hard, deep kiss. Your lips taste like candy, tongue sweet-sour as you sweep it over his, moaning in delight when he begins to respond.

His hands fall to your hips, then glide back to grab your ass cheeks, hitching you as close as he can get you. Wally spreads his legs wide, cock fattening up so quick he sees spots behind his eyes when you grind forward and gasp.

"There's my good boy," You murmur, breathless, beautiful; cheeks pink and eyes glossy, and, oh fuck, Wally whimpers. You fist your hand into his hair and drag him into another heavy kiss, not letting him breathe until you've had your fill.

He pants, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass as you grind in slow, delirious rolls of your hips against his.

"I'm not mad at you, Wally," You assure him, "What did I tell you last time you thought I was?"

It takes everything in Wally to remember anything outside of this moment, but eventually he says, "That you'd tell me immediately."

"And I meant that." You pause, going still, and he whines in frustration. "Don't you trust me?"

He nods vigorously, "I trust you, I'm sorry," pinning you to him which in turn shifts you against his cock. He moans weakly, grinding his hips up, begging you to take pity on him.

Fuck, it's insane how easily he gets worked up for you, but he wouldn't change a thing. You and he are already skipping English, might as well use the time doing something...productive.

"Shh, you don't need to apologize," And you say it as you wedge a hand between your body and his, fingers deftly undoing his fly, hand sneaking under the denim to palm him through his boxer-briefs. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Wally's breathing too quick to respond, to thank you for being so understanding. His eyes roll back, head tipping backwards, hips bucking into your hand.

"Baby, please," God, he needs you, is already leaking a wet spot into the cotton.

Cruelly. Sultry. "Use your words, pretty boy," You purr, biting a trail down his neck. "Tell me what you want to do."

He swallows thickly, groans weakly, a pathetic little mewl. He hates having to ask, especially when he knows you know exactly what he's angling for.

But then your hand stops, your hips stop, you stop, and he forces out, "I wanna be inside you so bad..." Choked and desperate.

He opens his eyes and sees you smirking at him, cool as a cucumber. Or that's what he thinks until you grab his hand and bring it under your skirt, encourage his fingers to slip under the crotch of your panties. Fuck, you're so wet. Juicy and slick and hot just for him. Again, he swallows, throat dry, eyes heavy-lidded and blown, panting like a dog as you begin to ride his fingers.

"Is that good?" He asks, cock throbbing when you throw your head back, arch your chest forward, moan like a porn star because of something he's doing to you.

He can't take it anymore, needs to have you, needs to be inside you. He pulls his fingers out too soon. You pout, but don't complain, shifting to peel your panties off before resettling in his lap. Wally has enough brain power left to check that the door is locked, the little window still covered by that Drug Prevention poster plastered all over the school for the next month.

You bring him right the fuck back into the moment by dropping down on his cock, one slick-slide move that punches a grunt from Wally's chest. You start slow, always taking your time to build a rhythm, drive him batshit fucking crazy with lust before giving him what he needs to get to the edge.

"You're such a good boy, Wally," You praise, lifting and sinking down on him again and again and again, squeezing tight around him every time, "You're so sweet, so perfect."

And, shit, he needs to hear that, his blood pumping harder, weak sounds of pleasure and gratitude released from his core, his hands clutching you like worship. Then, you start to move faster. Sharper grinds, harder drops, wet squelches telling him how close you are.

How close he got you.

"Oh, God, baby, I'm gonna come," He sobs, feet planted, hips bucking in tempo with your movements, fingernails digging into your ass cheeks, "Don't stop, fuck, baby, I'm gonna—"

It hits him like a Mack truck to the hypothalamus. He explodes inside you, crying out like a fucking princess, pumping his hips as he spends everything he has in him.

It rips your climax from you, Wally can feel it, shit, fuck, it's so good, the way you go so tight around him, a vise holding him deep inside you. The way your thighs spasm and your mouth falls open and you look at Wally like he's the most important person in the world.

Moments later, cooled down and cuddling in the afterglow, you pet his hair sweetly and kiss him with fondness; soft, loving.

"What do we do the next time you think I'm mad at you?" You say like a kindergarten teacher talking about sharing crayons.

Wally pouts, mumbles, "Talk to you about it."

You grin. "And when do we talk about it?"

"Before I get anxiety..." Wally pinches his lips together and averts his gaze.

You don't let him avoid your eyes for long, drawing his face back so he has to look at you.

"If it makes you feel any better, Wally, I honestly don't think I could ever get mad at you." You kiss the tip of his nose. "But if I do, I promise, I'd tell you straight away, okay?"

Wally nods, as solemn as he is grateful and relieved, "Okay."

You lean in, nip his earlobe and whisper, "Good boy." And suddenly he's fucking hard all over again, flipping you onto your back on the teacher's desk and showing you with his body exactly how good he can be.

🍋‍🟩___________fin.____________

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