~tntduo oneshots~

thighs

(high school au) wilbur is a stoner and simp bc why not.

quackity hated school, everything about it. he hated the people,the teachers, lunches, classes, etc. the one thing he didn't hate was the boy he saw every day, his boy, wilbur. he loved wilbur with all of his heart. he loved his hair, stubble, eyes, personality, how tall he was, everything. and i mean everthing.

he was at wilburs house. he usually hung out with his boyfriend on fridays, just so he could stay overnight. it was the end of may, wilbur was walking around his room talking to quackity (who was in short-shorts and wilburs shirt, sitting up against the head board on his bed). wilbur lived in the attic room, he was blasting music, smoking a blunt and had his leds on a dim red. his dad was gone on fridays and he would invite quackity over and do the same thing he was doing now. he finally sat down on his bed and laid by quackity. quackity scooted towards wilbur so they could cuddle or something. when he got closer wilbur buried his face into quackitys chest. he wrapped his arms around quackitys waist. quackity loved when he did this. he kissed the top of his boyfriends head. wilbur poked his head up and started to stared at quackity. "you're so fucking pretty," wilbur mumbled.

this caught quackity off guard. wilbur scooted upwards to quackity so he could kiss his partners neck. he got like this when he was high. he'd be all flirty and affectionate. he scooted towards his thighs and put his head against them. quackity opened his thighs a little. wilbur took this as a good sign and continued. he put his head between quackitys thighs. he looked back up at him with a reassuring look. quackity nodded. wilbur got comfy again and wrapped his arms around quackitys knees and brought them together, squishing his face. "can you breath?" quackity ask concerned.

"not really, but its kinda hot not gonna lie," wilbur flirted

quackity turned beet red. they continued this until they heard a knock on the door and then it opened. tommy walked in "hey wil...WHAT THE FUCK!!???" he shouted. wilbur instantly got up "HEY, tommy... when'd you get home?" wilbur smiled at him innocently. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS DOING!!???" he continued to shout. quackity turned more red than before and quickly grabbed a blanket and tossed it over him.

"tommy get out!" wilbur slightly raised his voice. "fine," tommy said in a sassy tone and closed the door. wilbur got up and locked it "sorry love," wilbur calmed down and walked back towards the bed. "its ok," quackity mumbled and took the blanket off.

wilbur switched on his fan and laid back between quackitys thighs, putting himself back in the headlock.

about and hour passed and quackity turned over on his side and wilbur came with. quackity was playing 8-ball against george. wilbur was half asleep at this point. he started to sleepily kiss quackitys inner thigh. "what are you doing?" quackity spoke looking down at wil. "kissing your thigh?" wilbur mumbled half asleep. "oh, ok," quackity smiled at him and continued 8-ball against george.

wilbur started to nip and leave marks on quackitys thighs. quackity didn't really mind. quackity finally set down his phone and paid more attention to wil. he kinda just watched him nip at his thighs. Q silently giggled to himself. he loved wilbur. quackity subconsciously closed his thighs tighter. "i dont care if you crush my skull at this point, its kinda what i was going for to be honest," wilbur mumbled.

quackity was kinda shocked at his boyfriends statement "are you sure?" quackity reassured. "yeah" ''ok?"

quackity squeezed his thighs together, harder this time. wilbur practically suffocated in his lovers thighs. he was in his own little heaven. quackity stayed like this, also being careful of wil. its was probably around one or two AM by now. neither of them cared though. quackity had started sitting like before, back up against the head board and wilbur still between his thighs. wil had started to lay on face down in Q's thighs. "you're still between my thighs?" quackity asked, smiling at his lover.

wilbur lifted his head, his cheeks red from getting crushed and his hair was messed up. "do you not want me to?" he said whist going to get up and off the others thighs. "oh no its fine, i dont care. i was just making sure you were still breathing," quackity responded.

wilbur laid back down. "this is really comfy" wilbur said muffled. "i can tell," quackity pointed out the obvious.

about thirty minutes later he sits up. he faces quackity and lays on his chest, clearly wanting attention from his lover. quackity put his hand on the back of wils head. wilbur started kissing quackitys neck. ,"hi, babe," wilbur mumbled. "hi, wil," quackity spoke softly.

it was about three in the morning and wilbur was already passed out and so was quackity.

bro i was sitting on this idea for longer than i want to admit :')