TW: Horny wilby, haha no smut instead angst, well kind of-
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wilbur. Take down that fucking burger van of yours. It's taking away my costumers!"
Quackity yelled, which wilbur ignored.
"Quackity. It's called business,
And I think you understand that right?~"
Wilbur smugly said
"I do, dumbass."
Quackity huffed.
"Mhm~, yeah ok~"
Wilbur half- "moaned"
"Fuck, stop making those k-kind of noises, dipshit..."
Quackity exclaimed.
"Aww, you're already stuttering under me, how pathetic."
Wilbur walks more closer to quackity, which tooks a step back, clearly not noticing the wall behind him.
Wilbur then pushed quackity to the wall and quickly pinned him there, placing his knee between quackity's legs. Things we're escalating, quickly.
"What the fuck- do y-you think your- ah, Doing!!"
Quackity panted, wilbur started grinding his knee to quackity's crotch, making a tight feeling in his pants.
"S-stop! Ngh~ p-please..."
Quackity pleaded.
"Ok, ok, now-"
Wilbur got cut off by quackity.
"No! Stop trying to seduce me so you can JOIN my country!"
Wilbur stepped back. Ofcourse, quackity doesn't like him. Wilbur really believed quackity thinks of him.. more than a rival... Ofcourse he doesn't! Like who would actually fall inlove with a physco who BLEW UP HIS OWN COUNTRY? right?
"Ofcourse.... A-anything for you duckling."
Wilbur forced his words, trying not to stutter hit failed, he was on the verge of crying.
"Now go, Shoo!"
Wilbur walks away, feeling like he was dying by only the sight of the the one he truly loves, hating him.
