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Your Own Little Secret ᯓ★

- subby!Wally Clark x m!reader

- mlm

- slight angst/smut

yes. you heard it here, folks, this story is OBVIOUSLY going to have angsty parts but there will be smut and kinks if you squint as well. as usual, if you don’t like it, don’t fucking read it. considering this story takes place before wally died, therefore taking place in the 1980s, there is GOING to be use of the f-slur. i’m sure a lot of you won’t mind, but, again- if you do, don’t read! other than that, enjoy!

3:40.

40 minutes after the school bell rang, which was enough time for your dad to pick you up and take you home after you traversed the concrete to quickly get to his blue Chevrolet Celebrity. Enough time for him to drive home at a leisurely pace while thinking about all the places he could stop to get something for dinner-not even knowing if you’d be home or not. Enough time for you to change to more comfortable, accessible clothes and sling your backpack off so you could get right back in his car. Enough time for him to press only gently on the gas pedal, because where you were going was only a couple minutes around the corner from your creme-colored house. You had always told him it was just your friend, Randy’s, house. He’d never heard the name Randy come out of your mouth until about a month ago, which sort of surprised him, but, he didn’t question it; at least you had friends after everything that had happened.

He’d watch you get out of the car and walk up to some steps, just to make sure you were safe, before pulling off to go do whatever he needed to do. As soon as the end of the blue trunk peeled off behind another house, you bolted. Endless windows and a couple doors passed you to your left until you got to the white, two story home that was usually empty around this time. You took your time shoving your hand into your pockets and walking up the stone pathway to the door before knocking gently, knowing your hand would be heard. It was only a couple seconds before he opened the door, swinging it to its full reach and exhaling once he knew you were there.

“Fucking finally.” you heard, gazing up and catching his eyes. Yup, that was him. Wally Clark. Star quarterback of the Split River High School football team and the perfect epitome of a jock. Slightly beefy but muscly, 6’3, charming-Wally could ask for liquid gold in a bath and 99% of the time, those idiots at your school would try and find out how to do it. That’s just how popular he was, even if some people weren’t idiots. Everyone was affected by Wally’s presence whether they liked it or not, and who was better to be the perfect example than yourself?

It all started about a month ago. You’d never been one to get in people’s face, so imagine your surprise whenever the school quarterback came up to you as you did your daily sketching cooped in the bleachers. It was maybe 20 or 25 minutes before school had even started, so you hadn’t expected to be messed with while you drew the trees that fell behind the football field. It wasn’t until a sweaty, dark-haired boy traversed up the stairs and looked at you. He’d asked why you chose to sit in the bleachers, of all places, and draw the stupid trees. You then asked why he’d chosen, of all sports, the one that barely involves focus on the ball but instead focus on large sweaty men that he chased for an hour. He then said you probably like big sweaty men, considering you’re a ‘queer’ and all. And you? You said yes. There wasn’t any shame in your game, and what was he gonna do? He couldn’t even begin to think of a comeback, so he stood there dumbfounded before grumbling and turning around.

It wasn’t until your last period in the art room that he found you drawing once more. Even though no one was usually in there but yourself and the teacher, on occasion, everyone knew you’d be in there. All Wally had to do was ask around and say he was going to give you a beating. Your location came up in mere seconds, and he went straight there to give you a piece of his mind.

And he did. More than you expected, because it’s like the locked mind of Wally Clark unlocked itself to go see if it could connect with yours. For the first time in his life, Wally WANTED to talk to a nerd. Wally WANTED to see what this little artist was up to. He got to your location and you remember him poking fun at you for hanging around ‘parts like these’, but never mind the fact he sat there and stayed there.

“So..you like, draw random stuff?” he asked.

“I prefer to replicate older styles. Like, classical art. Y’know?” you responded. “Think of like, everything we learn in history class, but the pictures of it. The paintings of it.” you said, and he still didn’t get it. That was fine. His end game didn’t involve knowing too much about what kind of stupid art you like to replicate, or why you stay in that art room when no one else can.

Long story short, you ended up in the back of his car, sprawled out against the back seat as he marked you up. Wet lips on your stomach, love bites on your waist, and regular teeth marks on your neck that made everyone worry. Along the way in the classroom, he’d made sure to confess that messing with you was fun; and that he wouldn’t stop messing with you in any way. You soon figured that out, and that’s how your relationship started. Yes, yes—a long story that’ll need explaining some other time, but now is not it.

“So?” you asked, your questioning of him causing your tone to inflate.

“So..what?” he replied. “You’re here, that’s what I was talking about.”

“Yes but like, why? You gave me that note earlier today—”

“I can’t miss you?” he said. He could tell there was a hint of irritation in your tone, and he was gonna dig it out of you. He wasn’t scared to go toe to toe with you.

“You don’t ever miss me whenever we’re at school.” you immediately snap. “It’s funny how everybody knows you can’t stay away from some random cheerleader, but they don’t know you bring me to your house every night so we can do stuff.” you continue. “Every time your little football friends call somebody a fag? You laugh. Do they know you’re a part of those fags?”

“Alright, that’s enough of that fucking bullshit.”

“Why though?” you immediately cut him off in the same speed he did you. “Every time somebody makes fun of gay people, you’re there. You somehow always have girls on your arm at school, and you tell me they mean nothing, but God forbid I just ASK you to acknowledge me—somebody who does mean something, and it’s like you can’t speak english.” you finish.

It had been hitting you hard recently thinking about just how much Wally really loved you. Private love meant the world to you when it came from him, yet there was no such thing as public love—let alone public tolerance—whenever you two got to school. He’d leave you alone when it came to bullying. He’d make sure all the jocks never thought of your name, but he’d never speak to you. He’d never hold your hand like he would a Tiffany, or grab you by the waist like a Heather. And you’d kinda about had enough.

“So lemme get this straight.” he begins. “You’re mad I don’t talk to you at school, even though I let you in my house and damn near worship you?” he defends. “Excuse me, but I think that qualifies for something.”

“It qualifies for NOTHING?” you immediately cut back. “I’m not asking you to suck and slobber on my neck at school, I’m asking you to talk to me when I ask for a pencil. Sit with me at lunch instead of watching me go to the bathroom to eat.”

“I can’t just do that!” he yells.

“WHY?” you yell back. You were genuinely going to hear him out if he could come up with a good reason, but come on. You knew he couldn’t. “I’ll say it again! You can’t talk to me at school, but you can bend me over your kitchen counter??” you blurted, causing great silence.

It was extreme. Definitely loud. Very serious thing to say, but he needed to hear it.

“S-so what I’m hearing is, you’re mad. You just want my attention at school.” he huffs. “I can’t give you that!”

“Wally.” you smack your hand against your forehead. “I’m not asking for that, like, specifically! You’re missing the point!” you say, trying to make him see his mistakes. “If I can be your lover or-or stupid fucking sextoy at home, I can be your friend at school.”

“It’s not that easy. People will talk a-and I don’t want anyone to hurt you.” he says, getting a bit sappy.

“Wally I don’t care about them hurting me, I care about you—”

“GODDAMNIT Y/N, IT’S NOT THAT EASY!!” he yells, causing any silence around you all to break and reform. Quiet peruses through the room. Nothing is left but you two standing with each other. He’s huffing and puffing, his nostrils flared, obviously angry over the whole thing. While you’re angry, you’re less angry than him; you just want an explanation to all of the madness and the secrecy.

“Explain it to me like I’m dumb.” you concur. As dumb as you sound saying that, and as more mad it will make him, he gears up for it.

“I’ve been the captain of the football team for 2 years now. All of my friends are fucking jocks with cheerleader girlfriends or volleyball girlfriends. They party, they have their own lunch table, they rule. And you know what y/n? I’m apart of that. I’m at the center of it ALL. I just..you wouldn’t get it.” he continues to explain, plopping himself on his usual cold brown leather couch.

But you understood it.

“So you think it’s important?” you asked.

“I didn’t say it was more important than you.” he immediately defended, looking up.

“Neither did I. You just did.” you say, and he realizes where he was caught. “It’s fine, prioritizing them over me. It’s not a bad thing, I mean. You know how people are and w-who you are is a major part of your high school years.” you continue. “But I guess I’ll just never understand fully.” you finish, and he groans.

“Are you gonna do this bullshit?” he asks, irritated.

“Wally it’s not fucking bullshit!” you yell, just as frustrated if not more than him. “If you can’t understand why I’m saying so many things and switching stories, then I want this to be what you listen to. You wanna hide me. You want a boyfriend behind closed doors, but you would never be your real self out there—to them.”

“Now wait, wait a fucking minute.” he jumps up while throwing his hands at you. “I am my real self? You don’t know me as any other Wally fucking Clark.”

“NO, WALLY, THEY DON’T!! THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING!” you yell, so loud that the neighbors might actually know your name for arguing instead of sex. “Everyone knows dumbass jock Wally, I LOVE jock Wally. But does everyone else know that Wally tells another boy he’s his other half? Does everyone else know that you’ve seen me naked? And not in some stupid locker room, I mean laid down on your fucking bed with you between my legs. That kinda fucking naked.”

And silence ensues. The rays of light that came through the window have illuminated both of your faces, putting you on the theatrical spot and giving you your own personal lights for whatever tragedy this was.

“It’s not that easy.” he repeats, ultimately quiet. “I can’t tell everyone that kinda stuff, I-I can’t show you off like some prized trophy. The place we live in, t-the way people are-”

“So then what’s different between me being openly gay, and you not? People hate me for being a nerd regardless, I learned to handle it.”

“I’d rather not make us BOTH hated people when me being popular gives us somewhat more protection.” he counters. “I know I can’t stop everything, but there have been lots of times I stopped them from touchingor even messing with you.”

“But you continued to hang around them! I can’t stand it!!” you say, reaching your limit. “Like I said before, all this sounds like to me is that I’m supposed to be this fag in our relationship but you get to be a manly jock who’s practically straight.”

But he doesn’t like that. He plops back on the couch, sighing and dragging his palm over his face because you would just never seem to get it. You’re not in his position, you haven’t done the things he’s done, so no—you will NEVER get it.

“What do you want me to do.” Wally mutters. “I’m trying.”

“I want you to be honest with yourself and everyone else. That’s it.” you answer, but then another idea plagues your mind for his response.

“Well I can’t. Plain and simple.” he replied with a quickness, trying to come off as the winner of whatever this was.

“Fine. For now.” you finish, but then stand up. “I’m leaving.” you then say, heading for the door before he stops you.

“Oh, come on! Don’t even fucking be like that! There has to be SOMETHING I can do that will make your needy ass happy.” he argues, and then it hits you. The idea came to you quicker than a spiked volleyball hitting someone’s head in gym class.

“Alright. I got something.”

“What. Like, seriously. What?” he asks, his eyes blinking rapidly and his mind hoping you won’t make him do something stupid. He knows he’ll go to certain lengths to prove himself to you. Emphasis on certain.

“You’re gonna find out what it’s like to be me.” you concurred, looking down in front of him now as he moved back to the couch. He stared up at you with much confusion, not expecting anything. “Your type of guy can literally be attracted to boys and still wanna be the ‘man’ of the relationship. Well you know what? I want to.” you continued. All he could do was look dumbfounded, especially because you usually made sense.

“Please make sense.” he replied.

“We aren’t gonna have sex or do anything until you be like how you usually want me to be.” you say. “What is that bullshit you always do? Oh yea. ‘Beg for it, baby.’”, you say, mocking. “You’re gonna beg, and you’re gonna plead and be as submissive as a bitch if you want anything from me.” you elaborated on, and he immediately groaned. He just wondered why would you put him through this? Why would you make him do this?

First of all (to Wally at least), you loved being beneath him. Not in the physical sense alone, but trust, you loved bottoming and begging as far as he was concerned. You loved having him inside you. You loved having your legs spread open, whether it was by him or by yourself out of sheer horniness. However, maybe he was wrong? But no. Couldn’t be.

Not with the way you moaned and squealed against him every single time.

“Yea, I’m not doing that.” he replied immediately. “You can forget it.”

“And you can forget any sex from here on out.” you said, standing your ground. If he wasn’t going to feel your pain out in public, he was gonna feel it in private.

Wally immediately let a noise out of his throat that sounded like the most agitated thing ever as he looked at you. “You can’t be fucking serious.”

“Serious as hell.” you say, immediately shutting down any other choices.

So he listens. The brown, cold leather couch made a squeak as it lifted back up, ruining the imprint of Wally’s butt as he slid onto his knees in front of you.

“Please, let me make it up to you so we can just fuck.” he says, his voice way too lackluster for you and, quite frankly, not giving anything you’d give. His eyes were lowered, looking up at you with an annoyed expression.

“That was absolute shit. Put some fuckin’ heart into it.” you cooed, almost beginning to laugh. Almost, only because you wanted him to actually cooperate. “You better put something into it, Wally. This isn’t a joke.”

“God, I know that.” he mutters to his side, then receiving your dagger filled eyes.

“What is so hard about this?” you ask.

“Nothing, y/n—”

“No, seriously Wally.” you interrupt, wanting a genuine answer. “What is so wrong with this that you can’t simply put a little pizzazz into your begging.” you smiled a bit, enjoying this. And still, he stayed silent. On his knees? Yes, but that was the only thing you’d won so far. Just when you thought he’d come to his senses, he played around with something you both had taken serious only moments ago.

“You know what, fine. You wanna know why?” he asked, even as though he knew the answer. “I don’t like doing this! Any of this!” he finally revealed. “I don’t know how to be this queer ass guy, okay? I don’t do stupid submissive stuff, I don’t do bottoming o-or whatever that shit is. I’m not a freakin’ fag, y/n. I’m not YOU!!” he continued. “If I ever submit to a man, it’s because he like—beat my ass or slapped the crap out of me!”

And you wasted no time. THWACK!

He had to know you weren’t playing about this. He had to find out that you weren’t joking. He was going to learn what it was like to be in your shoes and not those large size 13 Nikes that you only see on NBA players.

His hand immediately flew to his cheek, holding it and looking at you as if you were crazy. As much as you wanted to feel bad, you couldn’t. He’d..well he’d kind of asked for it if not given you instruction. One thing Wally kept forgetting was that when you got serious about a subject or angry over an argument, you could get just as angry as him when you wanted something (and you wanted it preferably then). Only this time, you weren’t angry. You were proving a point, which was much worse.

“Wally Clark, you are gonna beg. Or I can smack you again.” you said, the shadow that was cast over your tiny dominant side starting to fall. “And don’t say I hit like a girl, because that’s so fucking lame and clearly it hurt.” you said, and he was still silent.

“P-please, don’t make me.” he asked. This time, his voice was full of loss. You had won this time.

“Wally.” you eyed, and he finally cooperated. With a sappy look, he shifted closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his head to your stomach.

“Don’t tell anyone at school about this.” he asked.

“Our secret.” you replied.

“Then please. Let me touch you o-or something, let me kiss you.” he begged, looking up with puppy eyes. “I really do love you, y/n. I-I really love you, and I’m trying.” he said, now lifting your shirt up.

“W-wally-”

“I can kiss your waist if you want. Please let me kiss your waist.” he asked, and you nodded. It only took a couple seconds for his mouth to be on you, exploring what he pawed at only seconds ago. You leaned your head back as wet kisses got laid across the front of your stomach, his lips obviously being licked before you got to work. He couldn’t help himself either, being like this. A simple group of kisses became sucking, the way his cheeks hollowed and he took your skin into his mouth. He swirled his tongue until some form of a mark was created, but never one that could’ve possibly hurt you. He was never the type of person to possess you with visible marks, his marks were works of art that he loved to view every once in a while. And once the art faded, he’d make more.

“Wally, lemme sit down-” you began to request, but he had already sprung into action. wrapping his arms around your waist, he lifted you up and brought you over to the couch before laying you down, your back on the arm of it. Soon, he was lifting up your hoodie once more before biting at the waistband of your jersey knit shorts.

“Mm..I love you.” he mutters.

“Did I tell you to take my shorts off?” you cut at him with a sharpened tone. Like a puppy in training, a whimper escapes from him as he backs down. Yes; you had the one and only Wally Clark looking at you with beady, liquid eyes and asking for permission with an innocent gaze. His lips kept nipping above your waistband, squealing and groaning.

“Please? I wanna make you feel good, y/n. I just wanna make you feel really good.” he says, and eventually you can’t help it. With the slightest of nods, he uses his teeth to pull your shorts down. It doesn’t require any action on your part as your shorts come flying down your legs in a quickness, leaving you in snug tighty whities. Usually, a jock like Wally would’ve bullied you for wearing tight white underwear like that. But now, all Wally could do was try to keep his mouth from watering as he thought about how snug your butt, balls, and cock were in that comfy little space. “C-can..can I do more?” he asked, looking up again. “Can I suck your cock, baby? I’ll do it so good, like you do me.” he asked again, this time never taking his gaze away from you.

But this time, you started to get iffy.

Every time you gave Wally a blowjob, it never crossed your mind that you’d want one in return. You didn’t know how it’d feel, and even with Wally’s groans and moans from your blowjobs—you didn’t think you’d enjoy the feeling being returned.

“Baby. Please. I’m..” Wally hesitated. “I’m really really begging you to let me do something to you.” he cooed, caressing the skin on both your thighs.

Finally, you agreed, and he took no time with this either. He slid your underwear down and you immediately felt the air of his living room hit your now exposed dick. Without waiting and taking more time than he should’ve, he licked a kitten-like stripe up the front of your soft cock. It felt so good, you just couldn’t help throwing your hand down to card through his greased head of hair and spreading your legs. He watched as you squirmed a bit before gently taking your dick into his hand and stroking you to life, watching you harden and come to fullness as warmth and blood spread throughout your length. Your balls (which he called cute every other day for some reason?) began to droop slightly and smooth as he cupped those as well.

“Wally, p-please be gentle-”

“I’ll be gentle, sir—I mean, y/n. I just wanna taste your cock, please?” he continued to beg, acting like every one of his moves and actions required more permission. It seems he forgot that only a second later, because he found himself sinking down onto you and hollowing his cheeks out. For someone who wasn’t a queer, he did pretty well. Slobbering you up with slurping noises and moving his head down and up on your now wet cock, his lips dragged with such a softness and his tongue with such a moistness—you could freakin’ faint.

“Wally, b-baby.” you cried out, your moans and breathy gasps not being enough. Your fingers had scrunched up in his hair and your legs had found themselves spread and angled up as he pleasured you at the base of your lower half. Your eyes were either shut so hard or fluttering, you couldn’t witness the greatness that was him sucking the soul out of you. He kept going too, the inside of his wet mouth making your eyes roll as he worked your dick over. “Wally, stop!” you yelled, and he pulled back like a reprimanded dog.

“Yes? D-Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I bit you or I was go-”

“Just..shh.” you whispered, sitting up. Whether he was aware or not, you were on the verge of losing it and cumming in his mouth right then and there. But you refrained and thought to yourself. “Wally, what do you wanna do?” You asked, letting your hand wander to his own blue shorts and into them.

“I..what?” he asked, holding a breath once he felt your hand wrap around his cold soft dick. “Wh..what do I wanna do?”

“Yes, baby.” you said, stroking him to his hard 7 or 8 inches. You loved Wally’s cock, and that was simple enough news. For someone as cocky and jocky as himself, he never bragged about it—or got around with it. As far as you were concerned, and knew, quite frankly, you were the only one to truly see it and feel it and know what it was like to have Wally Clark make love to you. But now, you were jerking his hard length right into his shorts that he was freeballing in. His tip right at the jersey knit material, you rubbed and nipped your lips at his ear. The friction on both ends was immaculate, and his tip felt like it was on pleasurable fire.

“C-can I get anything, baby?” he asked, and you nodded once more. Even though you had slightly strayed a bit far away from your original plan, Wally was getting it: he was going to be submissive. Even if it was more than you had ever usually done. “You won’t..you won’t judge?”

“No.” you said quickly.

“When you uhm-when you smacked me the first time. It felt..it felt kinda good. Like it made me feel good when it was stinging.” he muttered, and your eyes widened.

“Wally, I don’t wanna hurt you-”

“You won’t. I’m strong enough for you.” he smiled, bringing you onto his now uncovered lap. You could feel his throbbing cock bounce onto your ass, the feeling of his hardness being pressed on by you was so surreal and almost heavenly to him.

So..you did it.

You smacked him with gentle force one good time, retracting your hand back the minute you did it—from worry. “Did I hurt you Wally?” you asked, of course fearful of your strength. Wally wasn’t fearful at all, though.

“That honestly..felt so good baby. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but. H-hit me again. Please hit me y/n. Smack me.” he requested, and you did it again as he had asked. Your hand flew, attaching itself to his face, before you brought it back and his slightly chubby cheek got red. “And it’s..it’s making me so fucking hard.”

“I can’t bring myself to do that again, Wally.” you said, not wanting to hurt him.

“Then can you please sit on it y/n? R-ride me, o-or bounce on it please? I can be really patient and good if you want me to. Please.” he begged, his eyes trained on you once more. Your legs were locked down on either side of him as his praises and pleading came out after every other kiss.

“You want that?” you ask, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “I kinda wanna make you beg for it some more.”

“You know I will, baby.” he says, all of his cocky and confident smiles being switched for innocent looking, needy frowns and half lids. “So can you? C-can you ride me please, I swear I won’t move unless I’m allowed to, y/n. Please?” He asks again, before you finally do it.

You grab his length, causing his teeth to slick, and stroke him back to full hardness. He was already rock hard the first time you sat yourself on his bare lap, but you had to make sure you were getting the best and fullest out of this entire process.

“Babyyyy, please. Put it in you.” he pleads, his eyes scrunching extremely slowly as his chest heaves with need.

“I’m gonna, okay?” you replied, getting to it. You massaged his tip a bit to stimulate him, making sure when you started pushing in, the feeling would increase. Then, he felt it—he felt you, and let out a voice cracked moan. His head fell back against the couch as you lowered yourself on his cock, now slicking your teeth as the pleasurable burn became more prominent. “F-fuck, you’re inside-” you muttered, never getting used to that amazing feeling. Wally didn’t know if he was allowed to move his spot, so his now whitened and reddened knuckles clawed and clutched at the cold leather as he swallowed. He wanted to put his hands at your hips, to squeeze the skin there, to dig his fingers into your hips, but he couldn’t. Or, at least he thought he couldn’t.

“Am I allowed to-?” he began, but you were so caught in the moment of pleasure, you nodded.

“O-of course..” you beamed with your eyes closed, still sinking you until you hit the base of him and he now bottomed out inside of you. You let out synchronized moans and threw both of your heads back once more, both of you feeling it. He loved when you did this, because you always squeezed him so hard the first few minutes of pushing in—and he usually had to be reminded he could keep going and not just push half of his cock in.

You started to bounce, trying to take everything that you needed now that you had the chance. As you felt yourself ride his cock, you continued to smack yourself against his thighs and balls and the continuous sound of plap plap plap made both of you lose your minds. He kept running his hands up and down your sides, sometimes even letting them wonder to one of your ass cheeks so he could give it a gentle squeeze as he continued to look at you with puppy dog eyes.

It wasn’t until you had been riding and getting harder than a brick that you looked down at him, panting, and damn near in tears.

That’s right.

Wally had felt so good at that moment. This time, this specific time, the pleasure had been so intense that his head began to spin as you bounced feverishly on his hardened cock—and he almost began to cry. You had a way of squeezing him so tightly while putting your foreheads together that he was at his limit.

“Baby, you..you’re crying?” you asked.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!” he yelled, his voice still in its scratchy state that only seemed to contract in this situation. “You feel so fucking good, I-I can’t help it!” He fidgeted, stuttered, sobbed, and whimpered all while using his hands to pound you into himself more. No kissing was happening, his fingers were pressed into the arch of your back, and both of your toes were curling from the intense pressure and pleasure.

“W-wally, I’m gonna-” you began, looking at his tear stained face. By now, he was bouncing you on him and the sound of your now wet smacking and heated sex was heard all throughout the living room. He stayed silent even after your warning, merely nodding because he knew that when he was ready to finish—you would too. “Wally, please!” you begged now, almost nonverbally asking him for permission to cum. You just couldn’t help yourself.

“O-okay, I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” he yelled, letting out a sound deep from his throat. He couldn’t contain anything, and he grabbed your hips with a bit of force and beginned bouncing your butt down on his dick and thighs so he could finish. It was only a matter of seconds before his legs started shaking and you could feel the spurts and ropes of cum begin to fill you up, you now squeezing the length of him to fully milk himself into you. Realizing he had cum and you hadn’t did something to him, and he immediately reached his hand down to your cock before you grabbed it.

“W-wait.” you muttered. You started to pick your speed up with bounces once more, making smacking wet sounds against his lower half as you chased after your orgasm. He got overstimulated quickly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes completely as he lost it ALL. “O-okay, fuck I’m cumming!!” you yelled, and without any more than a couple seconds of increased speed on Wally’s cock, you shot cum all over his chest. He jumped only slightly as he felt your cum decorate his bottom half, you spurting and jerking at him as you fell back. Your lower back had arched as if you were about to fall back, but he caught you and brought you back up to him before throwing your top half over his shoulder.

“I love you…” he cried out, his former tears dried up but the love and decrease in intensity evident in his voice. “I really do fucking love you, y/n.”

“I know, Wally.” you replied, understanding him now that you both were kind of emotionally vulnerable. To be quite honest, this had hit the mark and relieved you of any tension you had had before. Wally did technically listen, and he asked for permission before he did anything—so in the end, you felt you won.

Time had passed only a little bit before he suggested cleaning up, but you refused and told him you just wanted to sit here in the moment with him. You didn’t know if this qualified as ‘makeup sex’, but, whatever it is—you wanted to do more of it. And you made sure he knew that.

“Wally?” you cooed, almost in an exhausted whisper.

“Yes, y/n?” he replied.

“I think we should do stuff like that more often. Not like, quickies or anything. But sex where you get all needy.” you chuckled, making him feel all sheepish and shy.

“Uhm, hell no.” he laughed back. “One time thing, baby. You even got me to cry, that’s enough in itself.” he said, feeling your fake frown above him. “Or..I guess we could. Maybe.”

“Good. Cause I wanna do it with you.” you say, kissing him on the tip of his nose and then bringing yourself to his lips.

“Wait, what more would you wanna even do?” he asks, his eyebrows scrunching together. “You make it sound like you wanna..I don’t know. Do something else.”

“Welllllll…”

“Oh my God.” he began, rubbing the small of your back simultaneously. “Just say it.”

“I would, like, love to see you in a skirt-” you said, suggesting he do something stupid, before he threw you to his side and got up. He looked down at his bare bottom half, then back to you, and chuckled.

“Just go clean up.” he smiled, almost slightly taking the request into consideration.

“And then I guess I’ll..I’ll think about it.”

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angelshalos · 6 months ago

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don't know why everyone is acting all shy and vanilla. i want a kinky mlm wally one shot/fic. idk what he'd be into, what was kinky in the 80s? he has an ego so maybe public sex (which is doable since they are ghosts lol). some manhandling bc he's a jock or whatever. i prefer reader over oc/c but you do you as long as it's gay

Jock Block

- Wally Clark x m!reader -

- Oneshot - MLM

NSFW ALL THE WAY. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SMUT OR ANYTHING CONTAINING SLIGHT IMPACT PLAY, DO NOT READ AND CERTAINLY DON’T COME ON MY BLOG WITH BULLSHIT. KAY? kay.

btw this is super short, not proofread and i probably will make it into a fic. but i have followers and anons to please! enjoy!

“Look at me.” you heard, the command forcing you to stop your mindless eye rolling.

“W-Wally, please-” you begged, not able to even force yourself to look correctly without your eyes lolling themselves back into your brain. “I-”

“You wanted this. Look at me.” he gritted, not asked, through closed teeth. His calloused fingers found themselves snaked from your gently pressed throat to your cheek, him using only a sliver of his strength to turn your face towards him. “Look at me while I fuck you, M/N.” he ordered, not letting off of you as you lost control of your sight once more.

Yup, that’s right. Wally Clark was bare naked, pounding the shit out of you against the lockers, his gold necklace jingling off his neck from thrust to thrust. To be fair, you were completely nude too, but, that didn’t matter. You were just glad you’d kinda slipped your way into this by testing his ego. Imagine a jock telling you that he used to have his own block of lockers with other football players? Believable, right? Well, he then claimed he had made out with so many girls there. It was just a thing back in the 80s to let jocks have moments with their respective cheerleader girlfriends WHILE in front of other football or football players. You told him everyone else might’ve been doing it, but him? No. Your ghostly boyfriend was fairly hurt (he faked it) whenever you accused him of not having a girl to kiss around all his other friends. So, when the time came that your needy ass got-well, needy-and touchy, he found out that the best way for you to learn was visually.

He was just gonna fuck you against those same lockers. More specifically the one he used to have. In the hallway, while school was going on. And that’s just what he was doing.

You could barely form responses to his orders. ‘Look at me’, you’d heard, but you couldn’t even register that with how much pleasure you were receiving. When you’d first seen Wally’s pale length, it was everything you’d imagined. A long dick that wasn’t necessarily girthy or fat, but for the first couple of times you two had fucked, you were surprised at how quickly he had stretched you out after saying “just the tip?”. It hung at a good size and he took it slow so you could adjust. As he thrusted up into you now, squeaking against the lockers, it wasn’t hard to describe the feeling that was being given to you. A quarterback from the 80s was pummeling his cock so deep into your hole that it felt like a rocket had found its way into your stomach. That’s what you had expected though. You expected that some day you’d be pressed against a locker, your legs hiked up; one hand still on your soft cheek, the other just coming to swat you on the ass to wake you up.

“Fuck! Wally?!?” you breathed.

“Did you hear me, M/N? I said fucking look at me.” He barked. As soon as he had spanked the bubbly skin of your ass, he began to rub and knead it to soothe it. “You’re such a slut for this, aren’t you?” he smirked, continued to go so hard that he had to cradle you closer to keep you from falling out. You both knew he wasn’t some degrading son of a bitch who made you feel terrible, but you also both knew when it came to sex, he liked to feel in charge; and you hated to admit that him having that power over you kinda rocked. Before you could think of anything else, another hard smack from that large hand came right towards your butt. It stung this time, his fingers cupping so he could spank you just right. It almost made you cum at the way he looked down at you, pounded you, and punished you simultaneously. Other people might have had trouble, but Wally wasn’t kidding when he said he was both untouched and freaked out for the last 40 or so years.

“Wally, I’m gonna-” you stuttered.

“Sorry M/N, but I’m right there. I need you to hold it, ‘kay?” he asked, pulling out of you. “Bend over. Hands on the lockers. Now.” he ordered. You gathered enough pre-orgasm strength and turned, poking your ass out so he’d get his wish. All it took was a couple of seconds for him to get behind you and begin rubbing his dick between your cheeks, opening you back up. Alive students walked to and from their classes, passing you both up in the hallway. It felt good knowing that two things could be true at once; those beings being you and Wally having heated sex in public, and still having nobody see you while you got taken from behind.

“Mmm, Wally. Feel so good..” you whimpered, swallowing to try and keep yourself from falling out. It didn’t take much for him to enter you, his hands going around the skinnier part of your waist so he could doggy the fuck out of you.

“Fuckin’ shit.” he cursed, driving into you with brutal atheltic force. Two spanks came, marking both of your cheeks with red handprints that would go away with some soothing; but Wally wasn’t gonna give you that. “You’re taking me so well, huh?” he smirked. “You’re taking that dick so good, baby. So-fuckin good..” he spat, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

You couldn’t hold it any longer. Your own dick was throbbing and you were thrumming with need. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching your hand down, but it was immediately shut down when Wally smacked your hand and curled his own around your leaking length. “Nuh uh. Let me.” he concurred, now stroking you in time with his thrusts. It felt like heaven being pleasured from both ends, and it was very clear Wally wasn’t going to lose it. “M/N, g-gonna cum. Gonna cum-!!” He yelled, and then, he just lost it.

In the blur of seconds from his statement, it had went silent in the hallway. He had cum in you, shooting rope after rope of nut deep into the hole he’d been plowing hungrily. At the same time, he made sure to keep jerking you as strings and shots of cum spouted out from you, him dragging his hand slowly back and forth to both milk you and overstimulate you. Both your toes curled and fingers gripped, his leaving deep marks on your waist and your squeaking against the lockers. You both shook with such a fastness that it felt like your legs had to jelly, but, as he caught you, Wally allowed both of your bodies to slide down and sit within each other as the empty hallway welcome your new silence.

“That..was.” you breathed, unsure of how to make a remark about the pure joy in that sex.

“We don’t even have to say anything, do we?” he laughed, kissing the top of your forehead and rubbing your waist where he’d gripped it. You shook your head and laid into him, a grin plastered on both your faces.

“No.” You answered. “But, you’ll be rougher next time?”

He then looked at you with a concerned, yet amused demeanor. “Next time can be in a couple seconds if that’s what you’re implying.” he said, bringing both his hands up in defense.

“Wally Clark, get back up.” you smirked. “And be rougher.”

#milo manheim #mlm #school spirits #wally clark #smut #gay #wally clark x reader #mlm love #k!nks

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