[𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚞𝚛 𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂] 🎐(bottombur)

🔞Office🔞

(Probably the best smut I've wrote as of this oneshot's release lmao)

Quackity was doing the usual, stupid paperwork. But, he was the president of Las Nevadas. He built this country from the ground up, so he kind of had it coming. He was also being lost in thought, his right arm aching from all the writing, so he took a break.

Ten minutes later

Someone knocked on the office door. "Who's it?" Quackity turned around in his chair, gazing at the door.

"Soot."

Of course Wilbur was there. Quackity was for some reason fine with Wilbur this time. "Enter." He rested his cheek on the back of his hand, his right arm no longer aching. The spruce door creaked open, Wilbur stepping in. "Now, What is it." Quackity grunted, but he wasn't really unamused about his rival's presence. "I was walking around the casino a bit and I heard some people say something about us..doing something?" Wilbur huffed, his cigar-smoke breath filling some of the room. "What was this 'something', Soot?" Quackity seemed kind of interested in the announcement his nemesis just made. "...um..fucking?" Wilbur shrugged confusedly. "What?" Quackity looked back at his desk, and smirked a bit to himself. "I know, like what the fuck?!" Wilbur shook his head and waved his arms. "I'm actually not that surprised, as that one time Charlie walked in here when we were fighting until it was physical, and I fell on you and your slutty ass was panting loudly." Quackity turned around again, an idea engraved into his mind. "Say," he laughed. "What would you do, to get permanent access to Las Nevadas?" He grinned a bit. This could not be good.

"Oh, anything. Why do you ask." Wilbur put his hand into his coat pocket. "..IF you let me do it, you'll get the access you pester me for everyday." Quackity's grin grew a bit. "..umm...you can?- HUH?" Wilbur ripped his hand out of his pocket and his previously emotionless expression exploded into shock as he realized. He stood there as Quackity stood up and walked to the door, locking it shut. "Why are you locking the door," Wilbur's shocked expression mixed with nervousness as all the ideas of what was going to happen overwhelmed him. "What are you going to do?" He shook, clenching his hands into fists, sweating a little. Quackity glared at the short brunette and walked over to him, knocking Wilbur and himself onto the floor. "Wh-" Wilbur squeaked, trying to process the situation laid out in front of him. Quackity was literally on top of him, but he didn't respond. "Uhh....are y- HMF!!!" Wilbur groaned, getting cut off by a rough kiss. Not a quick kiss, but it lasted until both of them needed to breathe. "Wh-at t-he he-ll!" Wilbur panted, seemingly overwhelmed, yet he enjoyed it. "I'm not done yet, don't think for second I'll be done any time soon~" Quackity purred in a drunken haze, pawing at his rival's shirt in a lusted frenzy. "Hmph..." Wilbur groaned again, hitting Quackity's wrist. "I'm not undressing you damned pervert." He puffed, his cheeks a bright crimson. "Awh, why not?~" Quackity ruffed Wil's hair and smirked. "Because I don't need to." Wilbur hissed as he rolled his eyes.

Wilbur's black-haired and winged rival started kissing him again, leaving him dazedly. Wilbur dug his nails into Quackity's back. "Hmmff!" He moaned, his eyes shutting.

[ @lixxdashipz yes short ]

(Yep this is my best smut haha)