#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ collegeboy!wally west ⸝⸝ pining!wally ⸝⸝ gentle praise&teasing ⸝⸝ oral sex | fingering ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ MDNI ! reader’s first time.
wally zipped around his off-campus apartment one last time, straightening cushions and dimming the lights just enough to keep things cozy without going full “romantic cliché.”
his heart was doing that annoying flutter thing it always did around you—faster than even the speed force usually let him push. you’d been on a few dates now—coffee runs where you’d buried your nose in a textbook and blushed every time he cracked a joke, late-night campus walks where he’d slowed down (way down) just to match your pace, and that one movie night where your hand had brushed his and stayed there.
god, he’d been pining hard and practically begging after the third date with that half-joking, half-desperate “c’mon, babe, I’m dying here. let me show you how good it can be.”
you’d finally said yes, shy smile and all, and now here you were. shit he’s nervous. he hasn’t been this nervous about anything since… he doesn’t remember and he’s not about to dwell on it when you’re outside his door.
he heard the soft knock and blurred to the door in a heartbeat, pulling it open with a grin that was equal parts cocky and genuinely thrilled that you made it. “hey, you. was starting to think you’d changed your mind and hit the books instead of me. wouldn’t blame you—those textbooks are probably better company.”
you stepped inside, clutching the strap of your bag, cheeks already pink. pretty, bookish you in that oversized sweater and pants that hugged just right. wally had seen the way you looked at him during lectures or when he passed by the library. he wasn’t blind to your crush. but it’s not like he wasn’t crushing either. “i… i didn’t change my mind,” you murmured, voice soft but steady enough. “just nervous.”
“totally fair,” he said, closing the door behind you and taking your bag gently, setting it aside. no speeding for this—he wanted every second to feel real. “first times are kinda a big deal and i’m not gonna rush you, promise. we go at your pace, okay?“
your laugh was quiet, breathy, and it did things to him. wally guided you to the couch, sitting close but not crowding. his hand found yours, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles. he could feel your pulse racing under his fingers and it matched the way his own sped up around you.
conversation flowed easy, the way it always did with you once you warmed up. you talked about the latest assignment in your lit class, eyes lighting up behind your glasses in that way that made him want to listen forever. he teased you lightly—“you’re such a brainiac. it’s hot, y’know that?”—and leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth when you ducked your head shyly. fuck, he wasn’t sure when it happened but he could already feel himself aching and he hoped you didn’t notice. he didn’t want to look like some loser who gets hard at seeing you blush.
the kisses deepened gradually. wally kept it soft at first, one hand cupping your cheek, tasting the faint sweetness of your lip balm. you responded tentatively, fingers curling into his shirt, and he hummed approval against your lips. “you didn’t tell me you were this much of a good kisser.”
“shut up, i’m not.” he watched your cheeks flush the prettiest shade of red he’d ever seen.
“mm, you’re lying,” he muttered playfully, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
when your hands slid under his shirt, exploring the hard lines of his abs—earned from running literal marathons in seconds—he groaned low. “careful, or I might vibrate a little.“
you pulled back a bit, eyes wide but curious, flitting from his face to where your hands rested. he couldn’t help but love the look you had on your face. “vibrate? like… down there?”
wally chuckled, the sound warm and a little ragged because hell, he’s never been this turned on before. not from just a little bit of making out at least. “only if you want the full speedster experience later. bit too early for that now though,” he joked breathlessly—desperately trying to maintain his composure. “right now it’s just me, you know. same guy who’s been crazy about you since you dropped that stack of books in the quad and told me to stop showing off. hope that’s not too disappointing.”
that earned a shy laugh from you, relaxing you enough to reach for his shirt. he helped you out, tugging it over his head, revealing the lean, toned build that came with being the flash. he watched your eyes widened, fingers tracing the lines of his abs with hesitant curiosity. the touch sent sparks through him. and it stroked his ego too, honestly, seeing you look at him like that.
“touch me wherever you want,” he encouraged, voice low. “I’m yours tonight… and tomorrow if you want.”
he eased you back against the cushions, trailing kisses down your neck, savoring the way your breath hitched. his hands slipped under your sweater, palms warm against your soft skin, mapping every inch like he had all the time in the world (which, he kinda did). “tell me if anything feels weird or too much,” he murmured against your collarbone, nipping lightly.
you nodded, shivering as he peeled the sweater off, revealing simple bra and the flush spreading across your chest. “it feels… nice. really nice. keep going?”
that was all the encouragement he needed. wally took his sweet time undressing you, whispering praises between kisses—“god, look at you. so pretty. i’ve been thinking about this”—until you were bare beneath him, shyly trying to cover yourself. yeah, no. he won’t have that. he caught your wrists gently, pressing them beside your head. “don’t hide now, baby. you’re so pretty and I’ve been dying to see you like this.”
his mouth moved lower, tongue tracing circles around one nipple until it pebbled under the attention. you gasped, arching into him. he could smell the faint, sweet scent of your arousal starting to build and feel the heat radiating from your skin. the moan you gave went straight to his cock. he could feel himself hardening against his jeans, but he ignored it, focusing on you—the way your breath quickened, the subtle shift of your hips.
fingers slowly trailed down your stomach, dipping between your thighs. “is this okay?” he asked breathlessly and when you nodded he wasted no time. you were slick, warm, and—fuck—so responsive. the way you gasped when he circled your clit slowly? enough to end him right then and there.
“walls…” you breathed out through a whine, hips twitching.
“yeah? right there?” he cooed sweetly, unable to hide the smirk on his lips. he kept the pace languid, gently rubbing two fingers back and forth through your slick folds. he didn’t want to slip a finger in just yet, wanting to make sure you’re wet enough beforehand. he wondered what it would be like to sink into you but the thought was shoved down quick because, right now, this was about you—not him.
“so wet for me already. that’s my sweet girl. relax into it. just breathe, baby. we’ve got all night.”
you moaned softly, hands fisting into the fabric of the couch, eyes fluttering shut as your back arched just a bit off the surface when he brushed your clit. be it, shy as you were, your body was opening up, trusting him in ways he never thought he’d see before. wally kissed you deeply through it, swallowing your little sounds.
he took his time moving down till his face was between your legs. he was learning what made you gasp—slow circles, then a firmer press, then he was dipping a finger inside your tight heat. you were incredibly snug, walls clenching around the single digit. “fuck, it’s so tight,” he murmured, kissing your hip. “we’re gonna take this nice and easy. tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.”
“it doesn’t hurt,” you managed, cheeks flushed deep red. “more… please.”
he added a second finger carefully, scissoring them while his thumb worked over your clit. the wet sounds filled the room alongside your growing moans. he could feel your body relaxing fully now, your slick coating his hand. his own cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, but he focused on the taste of you as he lowered his mouth, tongue replacing his thumb. salty-sweet and addictive. so good it made him groan. he licked and sucked with patient enthusiasm, humming in appreciation as your hips bucked.
“oh god, wally—” your voice broke on his name, fingers tightening in his hair as you came with a shuddering cry, your thighs trembling around his head. he worked you through it, gentling his touches until you relaxed.
he crawled back up, that ever present smirk on his lips as he kissed you deeply so you could taste yourself on his lips. “you okay? that was gorgeous.”
you nodded, eyes hazy with pleasure. “mhm… yeah. i want… i want to go all the way now.”
wally wasted no time kicking off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing free—hard, flushed, pink and leaking at the tip. he was average length but thick, and he stroked himself once, watching your eyes follow the motion. “we’ll go slow. condom?”
you shook your head shyly. “i’m on the pill. and… I want to feel you.”
he chuckled softly, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. “cheeky thing. came prepared, huh?”
he positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your slick entrance with a soft sigh. the heat was fucking awesome, but so teasing. “breathe for me, baby. relax and tell me if you need a break.”
he pushed in inch by inch, groaning at the vice-like grip of your pussy. he moaned—not a groan—a moan as he bit his lip to try to keep any other dignity-damaging sounds in. his voice was strained with effort when he spoke. “shit, you feel good. so fucking… tight… perfect.” he sank deeper, bottoming out with a shared gasp and then stayed still, giving you time to adjust to the feeling. his forehead pressed to yours as he breathed you in. “you okay? talk to me.”
you nodded, nails digging into his shoulders, a mix of pleasure and the initial stretch making your breath catch. “it burns a little… but don’t stop. feels full. good… good full.”he waited a little. after a few moments, you shifted experimentally. “okay… move. please.”
wally rocked his hips slow and shallow at first, trying to build a gentle rhythm. every thrust drew a delicious little moan from you, your shyness melting into open pleasure. and he was witnessing it firsthand. the drag of your walls was fucking perfect, wet sounds and skin slapping filling the air. he reached between you, thumb circling your clit again, feeling you clench tighter.
“wally… faster,” you gasped, legs wrapping around him.
he obliged, but kept it controlled with deep, steady strokes that hit that sweet spot inside you. swear slicked your bodies, his muscles flexing as he held back. “that’s it. you’re taking me so well. my smart girl… look at you.” wally’s voice was husky, teasing edge softened by genuine infatuation. you were so perfect. he kissed you hungrily, hips snapping a little faster as you started meeting his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist.
your orgasm hit first for the second time, walls fluttering around his cock, and a broken moan of his name on your lips. you dragged him over the edge with you and he bottomed out, spilling deep inside (he didn’t mean to but he wasn’t fast enough. ironic) groaning your name, his hips stuttering. the orgasm left him boneless, but he stayed buried, kissing your shoulders and collarbone lazily through the aftershocks. he just held you close, gently moving his fingers through your hair and holding you through your first.
“baby, you were amazing. seriously. fuck, that was… worth every second of pining and begging. you feeling okay?”
you smiled shyly, curling into him. “yeah… that was good. really good. can we do that again sometime?”
wally chuckled at your breathlessness and at how that shyness from earlier was nowhere to be seen now. you’re the one asking for seconds? he never would have seen that coming. he gently pulled out with a shudder and rolled over, pulling you against him and sighing. “anytime, bookworm. i’m not going anywhere.”
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