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well, because you had the best pair he’d ever seen. he could tell, even in your t-shirts. even when you wore his hoodies, by the way the swells strained against whatever fabric intended to swaddle them. when you hugged him, or leaned in real close for selfies, he could feel the subtle give of your pillowy flesh against the taunt muscles of his own chest, and it drove him crazy. you drove him crazy. and you didn’t even know it.

“I’ll just look, I swear.” he’d lied, making good use of his big, green eyes and a trusty puppy dog pout. “Come on, don’t make me say ‘pretty please’,” he teased, quietly, offering a forced, sheepish grin, “it’s already kinda embarrassing that I’m asking at all. Don’t make me feel like even more of a dork.”

“O…kay?” you’d been so shy, so timid that it had made his hands shake in his lap, so he’d stuffed them into the pockets of his jeans as you pulled your shirt up just enough to expose your bra. “Is this good?” his gaze devoured the heaving mounds, the deep valley of your cleavage, and his mouth began to water. but it wasn’t enough.

“Almost.” he uttered, distracted, as his hands acted on their own accord. abandoning his pockets to reach for the swells. he heard your breath hitch, and he paused for a moment, fingers inches away from the front clasp of your bra, itching to unsnap it. but he hesitates, his eyes meeting yours. “‘S okay,” he whispers, offering you yet another smile. one to melt your inhibitions. “I’m just gonna take this off, so I can see you better. You’re okay. You’re with me.”

damn it all, he was acting so scummy. a dirtbag. a liar.

but he couldn’t help it.

he needed to see this through.

the bulge pressing almost painfully within the confines of his pants demanded it.

you were too shy to even hold eye contact with him, caught in this strange position, the fabric of your graphic tee wadded up beneath your chin and his fingers tracing the delicate clasp of your bra. so, you averted your eyes, glanced away, but gave him a little nod.

the green light.

Wally wills his fingers to work as slowly as possible ( which, of course, was still lightning fast ), unclasping the lingerie. each cup sags as it falls to your sides, hanging limp from your shoulders, your breasts jiggling free, and he was forced to suppress a low moan at the sight of your chest bared so beautifully to him. your nipples were already stiffening in the cool air and beneath his scrutinizing gaze, and he didn’t bother resisting the urge to swipe his thumbs over them to help them along, even sinking his teeth into his lower lip to keep a smirk at bay when he heard a quiet breath escape your lips.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, almost in a soothing tone, “gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Your tits are amazing.”

your fingers gripped wrinkles into the folds of your shirt, but you didn’t try to cover yourself back up. instead, Wally noticed that your back even arched a bit. it was subtle, and subconscious, but it happened. you’d wanted, without even realizing it, to present your tits to him. like a delicious offering.

one he would happily accept.

“Bet you’re soft too.”

he was murmuring it as his palms curved to cradle the undersides of your breasts.

“And warm.”

“Wally,” you breathed out, stupefied. “I— I thought you just wanted to look…”

he didn’t want to tell you the truth. that he never planned on just looking.

Wally tilted his head, eyes flitting up to catch yours when you looked his way. and his expression softened. “What’s wrong? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“I— I dunno,” you muttered, bashfully glancing down. only then you got an eyeful of the obscene visage of your best friend’s hands cradling your tits. the way your nipples jutted out from between his fingers, and the way your flesh overflowed in his palms when he enveloped them completely, and you swallowed a lump in your throat, leaning back slightly. one of your hands fled to press into the cushion beneath you, working as a kickstand to keep you upright. “I— I think so… it’s just—“

“You feel good,” he cut you off, kneading your breasts, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm, “and you feel good in my hands. Just relax, yeah? Let yourself feel good for a while.”

you would try your best, though your heart rattled against your ribcage like a trapped bird slamming into the bars of its enclosure, and the sounds that spilled from your uncertain mouth were whiny and broken.

Wally was only emboldened by the way you submitted to him so easily, he began to paw and grope at your tits, pushing them together, whilst his thumbs dialed your hard, little nubs, until he was all but frothing at the mouth. “Fuck, I love your titties,” he practically growled, his hips threatening to buck in place. his cock was hard. raging hard. desperate to escape the confines of his jeans and fuck something. his balls were swollen, feeling tighter. he needed some kind of release. and before he knew it, he was saying it out loud. “Wanna put my cock between them.”

you blinked.

did you hear that correctly?

did he just say…?

but then, he kept going. “Whaddya think?” he asked, his fingers twitching slightly. he was becoming restless. eager. “Do you wanna see my dick sliding in between your perfect tits? Say you’ll let me fuck these pretty titties.”

you were at a loss for words, so tongue tied by the vulgar words spilling from his mouth that you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to form a coherent sentence ever again. “I— Wally, I—“ you wrestled with the English language in your mind, trying to come up with some semblance of an answer for him.

but you were way out of your depth here.

everything was new for you. his eyes on your skin. his hands on your tits.

and now he wanted to take you even further.

you should slow it down. ease him off. tell him you’re too nervous.

but why did you want him to keep going?

why did you want to see his cock rubbing between your breasts?

Wally read your conflicted countenance, and responded, by rising to his feet. his hands abandoned your breasts, leaving what felt like the sensation of his groping burned into your skin, and instead went to his own zipper. he had his fly undone and his jeans and underwear slid down to his thighs before you could even blink, with a thick, hard cock springing free. it bobbed in front of you for a moment, the tip already swollen and deep pink, beads of pre bubbling up from the slit. “Wally, I don’t know what I’m doing—“ you blurted out, looking up to his face to stop yourself from staring, open mouthed, at his cock.

he was smiling again. it was enough to soothe some of your nerves, but not all of them. “I know,” he replied, tilting his head as he propped one foot up on the cushion beside your knee, “it’s not hard, just hold those sweet tits together for me. I’ll do the rest.”

you did as instructed, despite yourself. despite the fact that your face was burning like an oven cranked way too high, and despite the fact that your mind was blanking. you reached down with both hands, gathered up your breasts, and smushed them together.

“That’s perfect.”

it was only two words, but they were uttered with such a thickness, so heavily laden with lust that it made your head spin.

in an instant, he’d leaned in. close enough that the musky scent of the pheromones that oozed from his sex engulfed your senses, and overtook your mind.

it took a little shimmying, but Wally wormed the thick, heavily veined and curved shaft of his cock between your mounds, moaning out loud as the warmth enveloped him like a pillowy sleeve. “Oh, fuck.” he tilted his head back for a moment, just feeling the canal your tits created, the embrace of them against him. his Adam’s Apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed back more sounds. “Stay still for me.” it was nearly a beg, as his hips started to move. as slowly as he could manage at first, dragging and catching on your skin. the friction was too much, he realized, and loomed forward for a moment, opening his mouth to drizzle saliva over your swells. you cringed; the feeling of the globs of spit running into your cleavage. you opened your mouth, preparing to ask him what the hell he’d done that for, but before you could get the words out, you felt the friction give. the head of his cock was shiny, driving through the gap a little faster now, as the spit slicked a path for it to glide easier. “You feel so nice,” Wally purred, his green eyes heavily lidded as he braces himself more insistently against the edge of the couch. his hand rests palm down on the crown of your head, more for purchase and stability than anything else, as he fucks into the valley provided. “Hugging my cock so good. Oh, damn, baby, your titties were made to jerk me off.”

it was the way he said it.

so shameless. so vulgar.

it made something click in your mind. the pieces fell into place, and you had a revelation.

this was not Wally’s first time.

he was too comfortable with groping, with fucking your tits, that you felt silly for ever believing him when he said he was still inexperienced. of course he’d been with other girls. it was so obvious from the very beginning, but you’d been too naive to pick up on it. until now. until you were too far gone, with his cock throbbing between your breasts with each rock of his hips.

you didn’t say anything; you couldn’t. because, when you looked up at him and saw the way a perfectly pinkie blush had bloomed on his cheeks, the way he bit down on his lower lip and smiled as your eyes met, you melted into it. you let out a whine, and it sounded meek and obedient and utterly embarrassing. green eyes blown out with desire, but they stayed on your face the whole time, his gaze locked with yours for as long as you would allow it. “You wanna make me cum?” he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his heavily lidded eyes.

you couldn’t even believe yourself when you nodded. or when you whimpered, “Uhhuh…”

Wally’s brows knitted up, ginger tendrils stuck to his forehead with sweat as he chased his own undoing, driving his cock in between your tits over and over, showing you just how aggressively he might treat your pussy, if you ever gave that up to him, too. your name was on his tongue the whole time. through ragged breaths and broken moans, even when his eyes closed, and his fingers tightened in your hair. you were still the only thing on his mind. the only thing getting him off. his nails bit lightly at your scalp, but his grip was not hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to keep him from buckling under the weight of his own climax. to keep him righted. “Feel like I’m gonna explode,” he whined, and it was a sound you’d never heard his voice make. “Gonna fucking drench you.”

it was really the only warning that you had, before ropes of creamy, white release erupted from his swollen tip. the first couple splattered against your chin, dripping down to dapple the sleek tops of your tits with his mark, while he stilled himself against you for the more deliberate cum shots— the side of your cheek, your lips, your forehead. you squinted one eye to keep from being blinded as Wally emptied himself on to your face. at first, your lips were tightly pursed, until the curiosity got the better of you. the urge to know what he tasted like. and only then did they part. your tongue hid against the weakened seal and gathered a small sample. the raw, heady taste of his cum exploded over your taste buds, leaving you sucking on your own tongue long after you’d swiped your lips clean to savor it, moaning in delight.

it was a taste that you knew you would soon crave. hell, you were already wishing he had more to give you.

panting, satiated, and falling back on to the couch beside you, Wally threw his hands behind his head, splaying himself there lazily. “I guess I should come clean, huh?” he asked, guilt seeping into his words. “Maybe I wasn’t entirely truthful—“

you ignored his confession, turning to face him. “Wally!” you exclaim, bracing both palms on his knee as you lean in close. you were a mess, cum drying on your cheeks and in your hair, your tits bobbing with every move, shiny with a cocktail of jizz and spit, but there was an innocence in the way that you called his name that only you possessed, and the sound of it went straight to his flaccid cock, that twitched to life against his thigh. “What else haven't you done?”

it was an eager, hopeful question.

Wally hesitated.

were you serious? did you really not get that he had lied?

no… that wasn’t it.

you knew. but you didn’t care.