|| Enemies To Lovers || QuackBur Smut ||

Under the Bleachers..

Wilbur's pov:

"Fuck.." I murmured.

I turned the sink water on and tried wiping the cigarette burn off, It wasn't working.

"Ugh it's going to end up scaring and then I'll have a heart shaped scar on my fucking neck" I said as I turned the water off and dried my neck.

I walked out of the bathroom and I was met by dream, "so did you trap him in the stall??" He asked.

"No.." I said scratching my neck where the heart layed.

"Why didn't you?!" Dream asked. "Well the bastard tricked me and ended up making me feel bad for him and I let him borrow my sweatshirt then the mother fucker burned me." I said as I showed him the heart shaped burn.

"Dude it's a fucking heart" he said inspecting it closely.

"No duh dumbass" I replied.

Quackitys pov:

After I burned Wilbur with my cigarette I left the bathroom leaving him stranded. He gave me his sweatshirt to borrow yeah no I'm not giving it back if he wants it he's not getting it.

I lit another cigarette and made my way to my locker, I took my wet beanie off revealing my messy hair.

I put my beanie in my locker and ran my fingers through my hair I didn't want to comb it right now cause I thought I looked hot with messy hair for some odd reason.

I took the cigarette off my lips and blew out, I closed my locker and walked down the empty hallway as I took my phone out.

I texted badboyhalo.

'what class are you in now?' I texted.

'im in science right now' he replied.

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I didn't Text back cause i didn't feel like it. So I headed out the back entrance by the gym where the football field is.

I headed under the bleachers where me and my friends would hang out I sat down on the barrel I went to my Spotify playlist I turned the volume up as the music played.

I sat my phone on the barrel in front of me and spent my time smoking cigarettes.

I began thinking about what it would be like if I had a boyfriend the things we would do ran through my head.

I wanted to know what would it feel like to be pounded in the ass. "I want him, I feel so submissive i just wanted to give in and let him pound the fuck out of my ass" I said followed by throwing the bud on the ground and smashing it with my foot as I lit another one.

Why am I like this?

I felt my cheeks heat up as I took a hit off my cigarette.

A tent in my pants grew "fuck.." I mumbled.  I took another hit off my cigarette before I started palming myself through my pants hoping for the tent to go down.

Quiet moans and heavy breathing escaped my mouth as the music kept playing.

The song was over and it went to an ad, then I herd russling in the bushes in front of me.

I took my hand off my pants and paused the music the russling stopped I walked over to the bush I held my cigarette with my lips.

I moved my hands at the top at the bush and pushed the leaves to the side opening the bush up, inside the bush sat Wilbur soot with his phone on record..

My face instantly turned red I took the cigarette off my lips. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" I yelled.

He stood up.

Wilbur's pov:(before quackity caught him)

So I know that quackity has a little hide out where him and his weird friends hang and I always wondered what they do when they are just alone there.

So before quackity got to the bleachers I found a spot to hide and spy on them I wanted to get quackity back from the cigarette burn.

So I hid in a bush with my phone on record..

My plan was that I was going to record quackity and what ever he was going to do and post it on social media so that the whole school saw, I started the video.

I herd someone walking and I then a smell filled the air cigarettes. I knew it was quackity cause even if he wasn't smoking he still smelled like cigarettes.

He walked over and sat on the barrel in front of me but it was a couple feet away. I had perfect view of his entire body.

He went on his phone and started playing something, it was.. my music?

He was playing my music. My music?! Of all the songs out there mine?!

My face heated up, he placed his phone on the barrel that stood up in the middle of all the other barrels it was like a table and chairs.

He smoked humming the lyrics to my song Your new boyfriend

He stopped humming and he started talking about something. He was saying something about relationships and then he started mumbling.

"I want him, I feel so submissive I just want to give in and let him pound the fuck out of my ass" he said as he put out the cigarette bud and lit a new one.

Who is he talking about?! What guy?? I will have so much power he will be a weak puny duck after i post this video.

A few minutes later and he started.. uhm palming himself.. I will admit I did feel the tent in my pants grow it was like watching live action porn.

I moved my legs so I was sitting criss cross in the bush and I guess Quackity herd me me moving.

He stopped the music and walked over, "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead!" Those words went through my head as I started sweating I knew I was caught and there was no way of getting out of this situation.

He opened the top of the bush..

"Hi?.." I said as I point the carma up at him waving my hand.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK I YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" He yelled.

I stood up still recording..

"I was..uhmm.. looking.. for my glasses.." I said. I was trying to come up with a lie.

"There on your fucking face and why would they be in that bush Mr soot?!" He said as he took a hit off his cigarette.

"I uhm.."

I took his cigarette and ran as I was still recording. "BITCH GET BACK HERE" he yelled as he ran after me.

The halls were full it was going for 4th period and people were at there lockers and in the middle of the halls.

I bumped I to people as we were running, he was fast very fast.

I turned the corner and ran into the janitors closet losing him in the process. I chuckled as I ended the recording.

I took a hit off his cigarette and went online to post the video.

One thought went in my head.

Do I really want to do this?

I asked myself that before I pressed the send button. I slipped on something and fell back on a couple of boxes.

My phone flew up and it hit my thumb...

I had sent the video..

"no.. no no please I want to delete it! I didn't want to send it!!" I said as I felt my eyes tear up.

What have I done..?

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