Quackbur <discontinued>

Chapter 4

Angst💀, crying, spelling mistakes⚠

No one POV:

Wilbur wakes up from his own deep sleep, confused on whats happening right now. Thats untill he relises that he's laying on quackitys chest with his hands in his hair.

Confused  on what happend last night, he looks up at the clock and see that the time is 9:00 then he looks at quackity to see the hickeys littered on his neck.

Wilbur POV:

'Why is there hickeys on his neck?, wait did i do those!?, DID WE FUCK!!?' Wilbur thought to himself turing completely red at the thought.

I mean i wouldn't be against the idea but still. the only thing i want to do is lock myself into the bathroom and cry. What happends if he thought i sucked. What if he thinks im bad at sex!

Trying to get away from the thought i went to The kitchen and i made myself some fruity puffs (get it😏💅)

i was eating my breakfast when i heard foot steps coming closer to me, thats when i saw quackity walking in the kitchen with my sweatshirt on, he was yawning due to just waking up.

Wait, why is he wearing my sweatshirt. Did our cloths get mix up during sex. at the thought i already felt the heat rising to my cheeks

"H-Hey quackity i have a question, why are you wearing my sweatshirt." i said with my face as red as it's able to go

"oh, wilbur i was just cold, and it was on the ground so i took it, And are you ok wilbur your face is really red." quackity face walking over to me. Then he leaned his face and put his hand on my forehead in an attempt to check my temperature.

"hey wilbur are you feeling alright your face is really red, but you dont have a temperature." quackity said out of full concern and care.

"yeah i-i'm fine, i'm just also kinda cold." i said clearly lying to him.

"oh, here you can have your sweatshirt back then" quackity said as he starts to take off my sweatshirt. Handed it to me, that when i relised ue was shirtless as well.

How didnt i relised he was shirtless as well, when i woke up! That means we proably did have sex. I thought as i felt the heat making my face more red than i thought was possible.

"T-Thanks" i said as putting on the previously worn sweatshirt on my body, completely getting engulfed my quackity smell. He smelled nice. I thought while fixing the sweatshirt around my body, trying to get comfortable.

No one pov:

Once quackity gave wilbur the sweatshirt, he went to the counter to make himself some cereal. Meanwhile wilbur was sitting in his chair not eating,but just taking in quackitys smell of the sweatshirt.

He is also looking at quackity taking in every part of his body, like the way his shoulder bones flexed when he moved his arms. The way that is figure was perfectly slim, but not too slim where you could still see some muscle.

How quackitys skin was way darker than wilburs light, pale skin, and how he had little beauty marks, and freckles perfectly scattered around his body.

He was so memorized by quackitys body he didnt even realise that quackity was having to climb onto the counter to grab the cereal.

Before quackity could make it up the whole way onto the counter he felt a pair of big hands around his waist.

He turned around to see that wilbur grabbed quackity by his waist and lifted him off the counter. He lifted quackity up higher so he could grab the cereal.

He sets quackity down so his feet sit back down on the cold,hard floors. "w-what was that for wilbur" the now red quackity says scoffing at what wilbur did.

To be honest wilbur didn't even knew why he did it, he just did. Quackity laughs ,and jokingly pushes wilbur away.

But to wilbur, this didn't seem like a joke. His thoughts were going 10 miles and hour wondering if he did something wrong.

Wilbur POV:

Did i fuck up. Does he not want me touching him after sex, maybe he thinks im desusting now. What if he's scared of me, did i hurt him? Did he not like it, and he never wants me to touch him ever again. I like him and i fucked it all up.

All of these thoughts were racing through his head. He could feel the tears picking up in his eyes. The last thing i want quackity to see is me crying. So i run as quick as i can towards the bedroom.

Once im in the bedroom, i get into the bed and cover myself with the sheets and start crying. Im scared, im scared i just lost my best friend, The one i love.

Tears were streaming out of my eyes, but then i heard a knock on the locked door on the otherside of the room

I knew it was quackity, i was sure of that once i heard a muffled "wilbur are you ok, please open the door" on the other side.

I didnt bother to talk to him, instead i just walked over and unlocked and opened the door. When i saw quackity i just fell into his arms crying my eyes out.

"shh, its ok wilbur" i heard quackity wisper into my ear. He holds me as we walk over to the bed to sit. " it's ok wilbur, now tell me whats wrong, please" quackity quietly begged to try and get an answer out of me.

"do you hate me alex" were the only words i could manage to come out of my mouth at the time. "No, what makes you say that" quackity says suprised that wilbue used his real name, but also there is a hint of hurt in his voice.

"when we slept together, did you think i was disguising" i said on the verge of tears again. Quackity chuckles a little before answering "wilbur we didn't sleep together, and i would never thing you're desusting."

"we didn't sleep together, then what about the Hickeys on your neck?" i said while moving my hand to touch the hickeys on the side of his neck.

"you did those while you were drunk wilbur, but dont worry i dont think you're disguising, nor do i hate you. No matter what you do, i could never hate you" quackity said in a calm type voice, that calms me down.

"you could never hate me?" i asked again before i do what im about to do. Quackity shakes his head yes.

"even if i do this" i say as leaning into quackitys face and kissing him.

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Cliff hanger, fuck you.
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