Made This Silly Little Drawing Of Wally And Maddie. 💙💙

The Tongue Piercing

+18 just some Eddie thots, where your boyfriend has a surprise for you. (established relationship, fem!reader, not proofread, oral - f receiving)

a/n: i literally saw the picture in the middle and went... wait....

“Today is all about you baby.” Your boyfriend said lovingly as he laid you back down on the bed. You only smiled lovingly as your head hit the pillows, his body crawling on top of you.

It wasn't uncommon for Eddie to want to pleasure you first instead of you. So when you got on your knees he immediately pulled you back up. Now kissing you, you could only moan in delight as his tongue piercing played with your tongue, something that had driven you insane when you met him for the first time a year ago.

When he invited you over all giddy, you knew something might be up. He always became excited when he had either something to tell you, or something to show you, or something he bought for you. 

This time though, he didn’t. None of that happened, and the only reply you got was “I just missed you” with a smile on his face, dimples showing, and you were putty under his gaze in just a second, forgetting about it and not asking about it anymore. It seemed that was the case. He just missed you. 

When he had come up from behind you when you were about to put on a shirt of his to sleep in, you knew what was going to happen and you let out a breath of contentment when his mouth hit the crook of your neck and shoulder. It’s been a while since you two could have a moment on your own. You lived with your sister and he lived with Wayne. Whenever you could come over, Wayne was home, and whenever Eddie could come over, your sister was at your apartment.

Tonight, you finally found some time alone, and maybe that’s why Eddie was giddy when he called you. You weren’t going to complain, not when he was kissing you senseless into the bed. His ball piercing danced on your tongue, making you moan in delight as his hands ran all over your body that was covered in a lovely sun dress, the heat giving you the opportunity to wear those dresses that Eddie had bought you because he claimed you looked good in them.

You knew it was just for easy access, and again, you weren't complaining.

Seconds later, he was already laying on his stomach, face deep in your cunt, your panties stuffed inside his back pocket and his tongue was lapping at you like a starved animal. Your hands gripped the bed sheets underneath you as your back arched towards him, moaning his name after days of not being able to do so.

“Always so ready for me, so sweet.” He mumbled into you and Eddie was really into eating you out. You’ve never seen or heard of someone who simply loves eating pussy. He loves it. He came in his pants a few times while eating you out, his hips not being able to stop when rutting into the mattress. 

“Eddie, Eddie–” You knew he loved it when you repeated his name over and over, that it got him going and riled him up like never before. Your clit was flicked with the tip of his tongue a few times, before he pressed the ball of his tongue piercing against it, making you gasp with a smile on your lips. 

Then, he stopped, the slurping coming to a halt, his hands leaving your ass where they were gripping on tightly to hold you in place. You were breathing heavily, brows frowning deeply, as the coil in your belly started washing away. He got up from the bed as you held yourself up on your elbows, looking at his every move as the shake of your legs started fading. Did something happen? He never stopped before, which made you a little worried something was going on down there.

“Everything okay?” He walked to his desk and you saw him move a little, his hands towards his face as he nodded.

“Yeah, my piercing twisted a bit so I’m changing it.” You never heard that before, but you didn’t have a tongue piercing, so you wouldn’t know. He turned around with a smirk on his face as he walked back towards you, crawling to get back in the position he was in before.

“You sure you want–”

“Absolutely.” And you fell back as the tip of his tongue flicked your clit again, a smile on your face as the heat came back at full force. Then he pressed his tongue against you and–

That felt a little weird. You could feel his tongue piercing more than usual, as if it were big, but it couldn’t be, could it? No, that’s– A moan ripped out of your chest when whatever that was passed by your clit. You raised yourself up on your elbows again, a frown deep in your eyebrows as you stared down at him. He pulled away with a grin on his lips.

“What the hell is that?” At your question, he put his tongue out and you saw a thick pill sized tongue piercing sitting on the expanse of the muscle. You tilted your head, completely confused, never in your life having seen that kind of piercing before. He put his tongue back in his mouth so he could be able to talk to you.

“Thought of you when I saw it, princess.” With elbows on the mattress, tongue sticking out again, you saw how his hands went to grab onto the piercing, pinching it on each side and then a twist of both hands, as if he were closing it. You heard something coming from outside, a little buzz but you were focused on Eddie adjusting his new piercing. You saw him chuckle as his tongue moved from side to side, his hands falling to grab your hips once again, his head moving back down to your cunt, and–

Your eyes widened as you felt him press that damn fucking thing on your clit and fuck– it’s a vibrator. It’s a small fucking tongue piercing vibrator. 

“Holy shit, Eddie!” You smiled as you let out shaky breaths, your back falling back down on the bed as your legs spread even wider for him. His tongue was licking over and over again, flicking your clit with the piercing, feeling the vibrations on it that were making you tremble slightly. 

“You like that, darling?” He asked and you could only muster a dumb ‘uh-huh’ as he resumed his work. His hips kept pressing against the mattress, his hard cock in his sweatpants getting the much needed friction as his tongue and lips kept moving magically on you.

His hands left your hips to be able to grip each side of your lips and spread you open, wide, your hole fluttering for him. You gasped as your hands gripped the sheets below you when you felt his tongue entering you and the vibrator made the sensation even more intense. 

“Oh– it feels so fucking good–” It felt like an electric shock, having him spoil you like this wasn’t new for Eddie. This was one of the many things he surprised you with, letting you discover more and more factors about yourself you never cared to explore before. He is always putting you first whenever it came to sex, and at first you had told him it’s his pleasure too, to which he responded, ‘Oh, honey… seeing your contorted face is the biggest foreplay for me.’

Your back arched off the bed when the coil in your belly grew and grew just like before. His piercing was everywhere, and you felt it on every nerve of your body. He must have been eating you for minutes, his fingers now part of the job, and your legs couldn’t help but start shaking, tensing up as you felt your orgasm creeping in.

“Oh, I can feel you clenching around my tongue, you gonna cum baby?” You nodded, your mouth open with no words or even sounds coming out of it. Just small breaths of delight. You flinched and whimpered when you felt a slap right on top of your clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, please– Keep going, Eddie, please–” 

“Good fucking girl.” His tongue came back onto you, his fingers working inside of you, the squelching of your wet pussy being heard through the entire room. His tongue was pressed flat onto your clit, letting the vibrator work on it. Your hands flew to his head, gripping it tightly as your eyes slowly started to see stars. 

You couldn’t talk anymore, nonsense spouting out of your mouth, begging, his name, moans, whines, cries. You reached the edge and plummeted down, hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your hands pushing his head into you as you cried out his name and your body shook all over. He moved his head side to side, the piercing flicking your clit over and over in a harsh and fast manner that was making your orgasm extend.

It might have been your most intense orgasm yet, feeling like it lasted for ages. Once your walls unclenched slowly, your body falling flat on the bed, you could finally open your eyes and breathe. It felt like an out of body experience. Like you weren’t in this fucking realm and Eddie was your god.

“Baby~” You heard his teasing voice and you knew he had a smile from ear to ear. You were breathing heavily, still staring at the ceiling as your body twitched in the aftershocks. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper and slowly climbed up to meet you. You could hear the vibration inside his mouth, his entire chin covered in your juices, making you clench around nothing again.

Insatiable.

“You– Where the fuck did you get that?” He chuckled, opening his mouth to twist one of the edges of the tongue piercing, turning it off. 

“Sex shop. Where else? I didn’t even know these existed.” You could hear a certain lisp happening, making you smile through your heavy breaths.

“Well… a great purchase. You can take it off now…” He tilted his head at your request, humming. His hands went to the hem of your dress that was bunched up on your waist, moving it up and up and up until your tits were uncovered for him. He got his hand back into his mouth and your eyes when you started hearing the vibration again.

“Don’t think so.” He smirked, giving you one single peck on your lips before you saw him going back down, a moan ripped out of your throat when you felt the vibration on your right nipple.

You two declared the piercing was a must from now on.

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look im just a girl with lots of thots and needs and i didn't know these fucking existed until recently. my mind went directly to eddie. he would.

i wanna get teased with the tip til i cry

This is so precious and accurate?

Simon being all big and tough and mean and noncommittal…

But if you ride him good enough?

You’ll catch this motherfucker moaning louder than a siren, saying all kinds of whack shit like, “I love you,” “you’re perfect,” “fuck, you’re all I need”

Make him blow his load good enough, and you might even get this wild card.

“Marry me,” he says, still panting on the mattress. Meanwhile, you’ve got semen dripping down your leg, your panties halfway up your thighs. Your hair is a rats’ nest in the back, and you trip over the leg hole of your underwear when you hear what he says.

“What?” You stutter out.

“I want you to marry me,” he states in the calmest, most bored voice you’ve ever heard. Hell, he’s still wiping cum off of his stomach, staring down at his wet hands like it’s just a normal Tuesday.

Simon’s weird. He’s abrasive, inconsistent, and generally not romantic at all.

But when a car’s headlights shine through the blinds…you can see it.

His face, bright pink. Fingers twitching against his naked chest. And it’s then that you realize it.

Holy shit.

Simon is being romantic. Like, actually, genuinely, beautifully romantic.

When you start crying, he complains about having to comfort you. Yet, the water gathering around his lash line says otherwise.

Long story short, you’ve got a nice little ring on your finger by the end of the week…

That, and Simon manages to ask you out to dinner. For the first time ever. Since, y’know, you’re his fianceé now.

(He’s already thinking about what your baby’s name will be.)

Yes. Yes we are.

Every School Spirits fanfiction I've come across has been Wally x Reader good lord are yall down bad

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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(4/4, we're done!! Thank you for reading! My requests are always open! Please send me your requests, no matter how weird or cringe! I got y'all!! Lots of love!! ♡ Request list)

In the mood to be absolutely COVERED in hickeys, I’m talking neck, chest, thighs, arms, ass, DID I MENTION THIGHS

Fuckkkkk. Brb gonna cry myself to sleep now.

SCHOOL SPIRITS — 2.08 "Fire, Talk to Me"

can someone fucking manhandle me already jfc

Dominant Wally fucks me up.

SKINNY DIPPING pt. 2 ✩ Wally Clark

Pairings: Wally Clark x Fem!reader

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. very slow burn. semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, heavy sexual tension, explicit dirty talk, praising, degradation, skinny dipping in a public pool, possesiveness/jealousy, light choking, rough gripping & mandhandling, overstimulation, wally being a cocky little shit and very possessive, kinda dom!wally, risk of getting caught, begging, breeding kink. wally whimpering???? (god have mercy)

Summary: For what feels like an eternity, Y/n and Wally have been nothing more than just friends. but that changes one reckless night when they decide to cross skinny dipping off their "100 things to do before crossing over" bucket list. Teasing and meaningless flirting turn heated, and the tension that has been simmering between them finally snaps. Under the moonlit water, boundaries blur, and their friendship is completely wrecked, in the best possible way.

Author's note: this is part 2!! Part 1 is linked below <3 And part 3 soon! I had to take a moment to breath and relax while writing this cause hello????? god jesus have mercy I'm literally gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Also, thank you so much for the love on part 1!! it made me soooo happy to see you guys liked it <3333 it means the world to me!

Word count: 4043

Song choices: lose control - teddy swims, tear you apart - she wants revenge, closer - nine inch nails, flawless - the neighbourhood, do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys, TiO - zayn, again - noah cyrus.

masterlist. part 1. part 2. part 3

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"So...Skinny dipping?" his lips brushed against your ear, his voice now a low whisper.

"Skinny dipping," you repeated, lips curving into a playful grin. "Just don't get all excited to see me naked, Clark," you teased, pushing him lightly. "And hands to yourself," you added.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening a little. He couldn't help but smirk as well. He was excited at the thought of seeing you like that.

"I make no promises," he replied with a teasing grin, his raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I mean it, Clark," you huffed, rolling your eyes, though the warmth you felt bubbling up inside you betrayed the annoyance you were trying to fake.

He leaned in again, his face mere inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Can you blame me, though?" his voice dipped lower, rougher, almost a whisper. "You look so damn pretty, I can't help but flirt a little."

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to let him notice it. You pushed him back again, keeping the smirk on your lips. "Yeah, yeah," you drawled, tilting your head. "Am I the first girl you've ever said this to? Or the fourth? Or ninetieth?"

He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. The truth was, Wally had a certain reputation, and everyone knew it. His charming smiles, teasing grins, and how he made girls feel like they were the center of his world… He never meant any of it. None of the girls he flirted with ever came close to you, to how you made him feel.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze held yours, unwavering.

"None of those girls were you," he said quietly. "And none of them meant anything to me."

With a dramatic sigh, you place your hand over your forehead, pretending to swoon. "Oh, Wally! How you make my heart race!"

His laugh was loud, unrestrained, the kind of laugh that made your stomach flip every single time you heard it. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he nudged you in the stomach. "Oh, shut up," he said, grinning. "You're such a dork, you know that?"

"And you love it," you shot back, tilting your chin up in defiance.

Wally didn't answer immediately. Instead, his smirk faded slightly, and it made your chest feel too tight. He took a step closer again.

"Yeah," he admitted, voice just above a whisper. "I do."

The teasing had completely vanished now. Your throat suddenly felt dry, your pulse hammering in your ears. Something in his eyes told you that he wasn't playing anymore.

Your mouth opened, but before you could say anything, he lifted a hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a second too long, his touch light, but it managed to burn right through you.

He knew exactly what he was doing. The way he spoke, the way his gaze bore into you, the slight grin on his lips—it was all too deliberate, too calculated, and it made your pulse quicken. His eyes didn't lie, it was pure desire that clouded them and his judgment too. Wally had always been a flirt with everyone, and you were no exception. There had always been playful and flirty banter between you, but it was nothing more than a game. Nothing more than playful teasing. This? This felt different, it felt real. Lines were getting blurry, and your body was reacting in a way you never thought possible.

"You're trouble, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb grazing your jaw.

Your breath hitched. "Takes one to know one," you whispered back.

His eyes darkened, and for a second, you thought he was going to close the distance between you completely. Your heart slammed against your ribs, anticipation running through every nerve in your body.

With a smooth, effortless motion, Wally pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was nothing. He knew you were watching him, and you did. You watched him, you couldn't tear your eyes away, hypnotized by his every movement, by the way the moonlight caressed his skin, his body gleaming under the soft light. You had seen him shirtless plenty of times before–he loved to work out and flaunt what he'd earned. But tonight? Tonight felt so much different. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you let your gaze travel down his chest, the way his abs tightened as he took off his shorts, kicking them aside, leaving only his boxers on. "You coming?" his voice was casual. But the way his eyes roamed over you, the way his smirk depended as he noticed the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, it was anything but innocent. "Go ahead," he added, nodding toward the water. "Get in first. I'll be right behind you."

You folded your arms over your chest, tilting your head as you arched a brow. "Oh, I see what you're doing," you mused, propping yourself on your hip. "You want me to strip first so you can get a show, huh?"

Wally's grin became bigger, shameless, and cocky. "And if I do?" he murmured.

"Then that makes you predictable," you shot back, tilting your head trying to feign disinterest.

His smirk didn't waver. If anything, it grew bolder. "Or just a man with very good taste," he countered smoothly, stepping closer. "But, hey, if you're too shy—"

Before he could finish, you grabbed the hem of your white shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it drop carelessly onto the ground. His smirk vanished. It was only for a second, but you saw it, the way his throat bobbed, the way his gaze dropped, drinking every inch of you. Satisfaction curled in your stomach.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. That cocky smirk? Gone. Replaced by something you couldn't quite place, something darker, deeper. Something raw.

You stepped toward the pool, your back to him, deliberately ignoring his presence, pretending you didn't feel the heat of his gaze burning into you. "You were saying?" you teased, sliding your skirt down inch by inch, slowly, letting it slip past your thighs and pool at your feet before stepping out of it. "What was that about me being too shy?"

A smirk tugged at your lips as you tilted your head just enough to catch a glimpse of him over your shoulder. Victory. He wasn't smirking anymore—his mouth slightly parted, eyes darker, stance tense like he was barely holding himself together. You had him right where you wanted him.

But you weren't done. If he wanted a show, he was gonna get one.

Keeping your gaze locked on his, you let your hands drift behind your back, fingers working the clasp of your lace bra with infuriating slowness. You could see the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling faster.

The straps slid down your shoulders, the cool night air hitting your skin, making your nipples harden instantly. And still, you watched him, letting his gaze devour you. Letting the bra drop, you let yourself bask in the way his pupils dilated, the way his hands clenched, every single vein and muscle in his arms tensing like he was fighting every instinct to move towards you and touch you.

And he was. God, he was fighting it, hard. Every demon inside him was telling him to grab you, to pull you close to him, to feel your skin against his, to claim you.

With a wicked grin, you toyed with the waistband of your lace black underwear, sliding it down, teasing him slowly. "Cat got your tongue, Clark?" you chuckled. Before he could answer, you turned your head and slipped into the pool.

When you submerged in the water, disappearing from his view, he let out a sharp exhale, the sound more like a whimper. As you resurfaced, he could've sworn he stopped breathing. You were everything he had ever wanted, and to see you there, bare, wet, and exposed? It was almost too much for him to handle.

His hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling with the effort to restrain himself. His gaze didn't waver—it never left your body, exploring every inch of you.

You looked mesmerizing, the way the moonlight made your wet skin glow underneath it. He was desperate to touch you, to run his hands over your perfectly soft skin.

You ran your hands over your wet, slicked-back hair, your gaze on him. Wally stood there, frozen, eyes dark and fixed on you.

It was intoxicating, the power you had over him.

"What happened to all that smooth talk, Clark?" you teased, tilting your head, a playful smirk on your lips. "You suddenly forgot how to speak?"

That did it.

Wally's jaw locked, his hands clenched at his sides like he was physically restraining himself. For a second, you thought he might actually fight it—might crack a joke, roll his eyes, brush it off like he always did, return to his usual cocky self.

But then, without hesitation, he shoved his boxers down and kicked them aside. His eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He stood before you, the hard lines of his body tense with restraint, every muscle in his stomach flexing as he fought for control. And then there was the unmistakable evidence of his arousal, thick and hard, a blatant display of everything he wanted—everything he wanted from you.

A shiver went down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach as your eyes slowly flickered up to his.

He didn't say a word. He just stepped forward, smoothly, deliberately, like a predator hunting its prey, before dipping into the pool. The water rippled as he disappeared beneath the surface. And then, he surged back up, breaking through the water right in front of you, so close that droplets splashed on your face, so close that his lips nearly brushed yours as he exhaled a deep, slow breath.

You inhaled sharply, instinctively swimming back, but his hands were already on your waist, locking you in place. Holding you right there, right where he wanted.

“What happened to all that smooth talk, sweetheart?" he repeated your exact words, the term of endearment making your stomach flip. His voice low, almost teasing. "You suddenly forgot how to speak?"

Your pulse hammered against your ribs. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to smirk even as every nerve in your body buzzed with anticipation. This was dangerous, you knew it, and he did too.

But neither of you seemed to care.

"You think you're real cute, don't you?" his voice was low and rough, every word seemed to vibrate through your chest as his lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. His voice made your knees weak.

You grinned, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "I don't think," you whispered. "I know."

A low growl rumbled in his throat. And suddenly, you weren't smirking anymore. There wasn't a single hint of playfulness in his eyes. They were filled with pure and raw heat. Dangerous, Hungry. His grip tightened, pulling you flush against him. Beneath the water, skin met skin, heat against heat. It was undeniable now, impossible to ignore, impossible to run away from. Everything you tried to ignore, every line you'd both tried so hard not to cross.

Everything was collapsing in on itself.

This was happening.

This was real.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me." His voice was thick with frustration, like he was holding back every ounce of self-control. Every inch of him trembled beneath your hands, his chest rising and falling too fast, his fingers digging into your waist. The struggle was written all over his face. He wanted you. You could see it. Feel it. He was trying so hard to hold back.

And God, he wanted to. You could feel it in the way his body tensed against yours, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his lips hovered right there, barely an inch away, like he was dying to close the distance. Dying to taste you.

You inhaled sharply, your heart slamming against your ribs. What the hell were you doing?

Stripping in front of him? Letting him see you like this, bare and exposed? Teasing him? Knowing exactly what it would do to him?

It wasn't like you at all.

It wasn't like either of you.

This wasn't the playful banter you'd always shared. It never got further than simple jokes and meaningless teasing. This? This was territory neither of you had ever ventured into. There was a thin, fragile line. You wanted to cross it. You needed to. But the fear... the fear of losing everything you had—the fear of losing him—kept you hanging on, just barely.

Wally swallowed hard, his fingers tracing slow, agonizing patterns against your skin. "You're dangerous," he whispered again, lower this time, rougher, as if the words were ripped straight from his chest. His hands tightened against your hips beneath the water, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for hesitation—begging for it, for a reason to stop.

But there was none.

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could even think. "Am I?"

His breath caught a subtle tremor in his jaw. "Don't tease me," he growled. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

But you did.

And so did he.

His forehead dipped to yours, his breathing uneven. Your hands slid up, curling around the back of his neck, fingers threading through his wet hair. His eyes squeezed shut like he was trying—really trying—to fight it.

But there was nothing left to fight.

You’d both lost this battle a long time ago.

"You know this changes everything," he whispered, his voice raw, breaking over the words. His thumb brushed your skin, so painfully slow, like he was memorizing you, like he was savoring this moment.

Your chest tightened. You knew he was right. You knew this was it—the point of no return.

But it was too late for second thoughts.

Your lips parted, breath shaking. His eyes darkened at the sight of your open mouth, the sounds of your shaky breath making his pulse quicken. He was undone. Completely undone. All his hesitation, his willpower, his good intentions. Gone. He was drowning in you.

"Maybe it should," you whispered.

A sharp inhale. His hands gripped you tighter, and his forehead dropped fully against yours. "You have no idea what you're saying."

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. "Oh, I think I do."

His head lifted just enough for your eyes to lock, his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted. His mouth was right there. Just a little more...

"You don't fucking get it," he rasped, his hands sliding up, thumbs brushing the underside of your ribs. "If we do this—if I kiss you—I won’t be able to stop. I won’t be able to just pretend it didn’t happen. You know that, don’t you?”

Your pulse slammed in your throat, and you nodded, barely breathing.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your skin, like he was trying to soothe himself, trying to keep his composure. But you could feel it—the tension radiating off him, the heat rolling off his body even beneath the water.

"What if I don't want you to stop?" you whispered.

His eyes darkened, the grip on your waist tightening, pressing into your skin, making you groan. You were sure he was going to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. 

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. "You think this is a fucking game?"

“A little," you replied, a playful smirk dancing on your lips.

Wally let out a strained, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in his eyes. No playfulness was left in the smile that painted his face. “You wanna keep playing?” he murmured, his voice rough, teasing, but there was an edge to it now, something deeper, dangerous. “Because I can play, sweetheart. But you better be ready for what happens when I stop holding back. When I stop pretending, we can go back to how things were. When I stop fucking pretending we're just friends.”

With a growl, he pushed you through the water until your back hit the edge of the pool. The impact and the feeling of the cold tiles sent a sharp shiver down your spine, making you gasp. The way he mandhandled you with such ease, his grip so possessive, the way his body caged you in completely, it made your head spin. 

His lips brushed yours—just barely. But it was enough to make your fingers clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, like he was the only thing keeping you standing.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against your lips, pleading. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

You should say it. You should push him away, laugh it off, pretend like this was just another game, another moment of playful teasing between best friends who had spent years toeing the line.

But you didn’t.

Because you couldn’t.

Instead, your fingers crept up his neck, nails tracing the hard line of his jaw, tightening in his wet hair, pulling him closer, your body pressing against his beneath the water. You felt the way his breath stuttered, the way his fingers dug into your ribs, his thumb caressing your breasts, like he was barely hanging on.

Your lips brushed against his as you whispered, “I dare you.”

A sharp inhale. His hands tightened. "Don't," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "I swear, if you keep looking at me like that—"

"Like what?" you interrupted, faking innocence as your fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping over his hard muscles.

His breath left him in a shaky exhale. "Like you want this."

Your lips curled. "Who says I don't?"

A low groan rumbled from his chest, his restraint hanging by a thread. His hands slid down slowly, gripping, teasing, like he was testing himself—testing you. “You don’t get it.”

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I do," you whispered, your mouth just barely on his, so close he could feel your words on his skin. "You're the one who doesn't."

His jaw ticked. "Don't push me," he warned, his voice a painful growl. 

You tilted your head, dragging your nose against his. "Why? Afraid you'll give in?"

"Afraid I won't be able to stop."

A wicked smile danced on your lips as you leaned in, your mouth grazing the corner of his. Not a kiss—just a taste. "You know what I think?” you murmured, your teeth just barely scraping against his lips, leaving the most devastating kiss there. “I think you’ve thought about this. A lot.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you taunted him, your voice nothing but a breath, a challenge, a plea. "Just tell me I'm wrong, and we'll stop, we'll forget any of this happened, we'll just—"

His patience snapped.

His hands slid down your waist, gripping your thighs before he hoisted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around him. A choked gasp escaped your lips as you felt all of him, thick and hard, pressing right against your soaked core. A groan tore from his throat, guttural and desperate, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, bruising you. 

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “You keep grinding on me like that and I fucking swear–” His words cut off into a sharp inhale as you grinded against him again. 

You rolled your hips against him, dragging your slick heat over the hard ridge of his cock, and his entire body tensed.  

A sharp, wrecked groan tore from his throat, his grip turning bruising as he slammed your body harder against the cool tile. His mouth was on you in an instant—biting, licking, claiming—his teeth scraping your jaw, his tongue lapping at the spot he just marked, soothing it just to do it all over again. 

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped. 

You swallowed hard. The words were right there, on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say them.

Stop.

No, you wouldn’t. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to keep going, to touch you right where you needed him the most, to make you his, to claim you, to possess you. You wanted to feel his lips on yours, on your entire body. You needed this, the release–you needed him. 

“Say. It.” His groan was raw, wrecked. His hands ghosted up your thighs, slow, teasing, so agonizingly close to where you needed them. “Tell me to fucking stop.”

You stayed silent. 

His lips curled into a dark smirk. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

His hands flexed, gripping your thighs tighter, dragging your hips flush against him, grinding against your core so hard and deep it made your breath catch.

“Fuck, you feel that?" he groaned, his voice rough dripping with need. "Feel how hard you make me? You did that, sweetheart. You."

His lips brushed your jaw, teasing, before his teeth sank into your skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to make you whimper. His tongue soothed the spot, only to bite again, harder this time.

"You don't think I've noticed? The way your eyes are on me when you think I'm not watching? The way your whole body reacts to me?"

His fingers dug into your hips, hard, making you gasp, dragging your body against him once more, letting you feel every single inch of how much he wanted you.

Fuck.

"You've been playing a dangerous game, baby," he growled. "Playing dumb, acting like all those little teases, all those flirty smiles, all those times you touched me without meaning to—like they didn't mean anything."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"But we both know that's not true, don't we?" His grip became stronger by the minute, his fingers slithering lower, teasing the edge of your stomach, dancing along your skin with agonizing precision. He knew what he was fucking doing, he wanted to drive you insane, the same way you drove him to the brink of insanty.

"You know it's not true. Deep down, you always knew exactly what you've been doing to me."

And he was right.

Every glance, every touch, every smile, every almost—you’d been testing him, taunting him. Watching, waiting, wondering how far you could push before he snapped.

And now? He was breaking apart.

His fingers inched lower, making your entire body arch against him, desperate, aching, starving for more.

Please, please, please.

A gasp tore from your throat as his fingers finally found your aching clit, pressing down in slow, agonizing cirles.

Oh, fuck.

Your head fell back against the cool tile, your breath coming out in ragged pants. This was different. He was different. This wasn't the Wally you were used to—your best friend, the sweet, flirty, cocky, Wally who loved teasing you just as much as you teased him.

This was someone else, a completely different version of him you'd never seen before. Dangerous.

"I think you know how much I fucking want you," he groaned, his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes dark, desperate, completely feral with need. "And you've been pretending you don't feel it, too."

You swallowed hard, but no words would come out. What could you say? That he was wrong? That this was just another game?

It wasn't. Not anymore.

You'd crossed every line, and there was no going back.

Your entire body trembled as his fingers moved harder, faster, making your entire world narrow to the feeling of his fingers against your aching core.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath coming in gasps, but you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t. Not when you were falling apart in his hands.

Not when you felt so good pressed against him.

So fucking good.

"And now, baby?" His tongue brushed over your lips, slowly. "Now you're gonna find out exactly what happens when you push me too fucking far."

Y’all I just watched the season 2 finale of School Spirits and it fucked me up.