mcyt short stories and one shots

quackbur nsfw

results are in and so far this was the ship that got picked for smut,
so here I am making a delivery

CW/TW: praise, soft sex/vanilla, pet names,
aftercare, whatever else.

have fun ;)

quackity looked over at Wilbur as the tall
British man that engulfed him in endless cuddles.

"Mmmmm, Wilbur"

"yeah?"

"
can we talk about stuff we wanna try?"

"like what?"

quackity turned so they were face to face,
though Wilbur kept his arm rested against quackitys side.
Quackity looked at Wilbur with eyes full of love and smiled softly,
inching closer to kiss him. Wilbur was dressed in casual sweat pants and
a loose shirt while quackity himself was dressed in his divorced dad-looking button-up
shirt with a tank top under it, and a pair of slim-fitting pants.

" like the stuff we've never tried"
quackity explained as he pulled away from the kiss.

"well, we haven't even really done much in
the first place baby"

"ughhh, no I mean like- I don't know, stuff with wax?"

Wilbur nodded and
reached up to run his hand through quackity's hair, pushing off his beanie.

"what? want me to
ruin you while I'm gaming or something like all those fanfictions?"

"well, I'm not opposed to that,
it could be anything really, eating out or something? " quackity laughed.

Wilbur looked at quackity
and used the hand he already had on the smaller man's waist to pull him closer. he moved quackity over so he was laying on top of Wilbur himself.

"that could be arranged"

"wait what I was jo-" Wilbur cut quackity off with a kiss.

it was slow, unhurried, full of want. Wilbur started to undress the younger
and made small kisses down quackity's neck while doing so. the taller man sat up with quackity sat in his lap.

"baby you look so beautiful, I love you so much, so pretty, so pretty for me, you're such a good boy baby"
Wilbur whispered in his ear as he slipped off his own shirt as well.

"you're perfect, you deserve to be loved and
pampered, you're my addiction, so sweet like candy, I love you so much, my pretty boy"

quackity blushed as
he looked back at the brit, smiling as he lifted himself to take off his pants but Wilbur stopped him.

"let me take care of you tonight, okay?"

quackity nodded as Wilbur slid the man's pants off the rest of the way,
moving again so quackity was slaying down on the plush bed. Wilbur sprinkled kisses, lovingly, all over quackity's
face and chest, moving down to his stomach and pulling off the shorter man's underwear with his teeth.

quackity
giggled at this and watched as Wilbur grabbed the lube [for later].

"can you flip over for me, baby boy?" Wilbur asked as he set the lube aside and finished getting undressed himself.