Quackbur Oneshotssss

I Quit. (PART 1)

hi, guys quick disclaimers!

This oneshot contains smut, and also someone getting very hurt (physically)... and also a very controlling Jschlatt.

So please be safe while reading <3

ALSO VERY IMPORTANT THING: this was requested by urmumsdoormat :] (so sorry it's taken so long I only just now got the motivation to write, burn out mixed with cabin fever is a BITCH)

also, this wasn't meant to be this long (let alone split into more than just one part) but my love for details was way too hard to resist :,)

ANYWAYS

tw// smut that includes dirty talk, blowjobs, slight daddy kink, hair pulling, some edging

Enjoy!!! 

Wilbur sighed calmly as he finished his book, shutting it softly with a satisfied smile. 'Man, what an ending!' He thought as he stood up, carefully placing the book back on the shelf. 'What next? Another romance? Maybe some mystery?' He wondered as he looked through his books. "...I really need to visit the bookstore again..." He hummed softly but was suddenly interrupted when he heard a knock on his door.
He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the clock. 'It's 8:30... who the hell knocks on the door at this time?' He sighed as he approached the front door, peeping through the peephole to find his friend, Scott, more popularly known in the friend group... Smajor. His shoulders relaxed as he saw a familiar face instead of some creep. He opened the door, "Scott-? Scott Smajor. What are you doing at my front porch at 8:30 in the evening!?"

Scott smiled mischievously, "Wilburrr.... get ready. We're going out."
"...It's 8:30 PM."
"And?"
"I just finished reading and I'm about to go to bed-"
"We all know you stay up on your phone till 3 AM, and besiidesss.... this is the time all the clubs are open! Now, go get ready because I am not giving you a choice." Scott crossed his arms in a sassy manner, smirking.
Wilbur tried to argue back, but seeing the determination in Scott's eyes just reminded him that he really didn't have a choice. Wilbur sighed, and he nodded, "Fine. Come in and wait, then." He led Scott into his house, shutting the door behind him before he went into his room to look somewhat decent.

Wilbur was dreading this moment. They had arrived at the club, and he wasn't the least bit excited.
"Come on, Will!" Scott spoke cheerfully, getting out of his car.
Wilbur groaned lightly and got out of the car too, dreadfully following Scott inside the club, his eyes aiming at the ground to avoid any unnecessary eye contact that would even remotely insight someone to come over to flirt.
Someone did approach though... "Ayyye, Scott Smajor! Pleasure seeing you again!"
Wilbur glanced up just briefly to get a look at who approached them.
It was a male, he was tall, only an inch or two shorter than Wilbur. He was buff, he had ram ears and horns, brown hair, and mutton chops. He was wearing a business suit and was honestly rocking it. He had a nametag, which read 'MANAGER' at the top, and his name 'Jon Schlatt' was written beneath it, much larger than the rest of the text.
"Hi, Schlatt!" Scott smiled.
"I see you brought fresh meat." Schlatt glanced at Wilbur with a smirk, making Wilbur feel rather nervous.

"Yeah! I'm trying to get him to open up and stop being an introvert." He chuckled.
"Perfect! I got just the guy for you, mister...?"
"Ah-" Wilbur perked up as he realized Schlatt was talking to him. "Wilbur! Wilbur Soot..."
"Mister Wilbur..." Schlatt's smirk didn't leave his face. "Since this is your first time, the first dance is for free." He turned to face Wilbur better, "Scott, if you wouldn't mind, lead Mister Wilbur to one of our suites, I'll be sending in the ducky very soon."
Scott perked up, he smiled, "Sure thing, Schlatt. Catch you later!" Scott chuckled, leading Wilbur towards the back.
Wilbur followed nervously, "Um... how worried should I be?"
"Worried? You should be excited! That dancer is the hardest to get because he's always booked, I've never met him, but I've heard he's the best. I'd say you've lucked out!" Scott chuckled, "You know the typical rules, right?"