Quackbur Oneshotssss

FMLYHM (2)

CW// implied and small section of smut

A year had finally passed, and at this point, Quackity had gotten used to Wilbur leaving way too soon after their sessions. That was bad enough in itself, but it got worse as he found himself falling for Wilbur midway through the year. When he accepted the deal, he hoped to cure his loneliness- but it only ended up making him feel much more lonely, especially once the night was over and Quackity was left all alone in his bed, having to care for himself after what he had always believed to be passionate nights.
He'd usually cry himself to sleep.

Quackity groaned slightly as he got up from the couch, heading towards the front door, he winced and whimpered at the pain in his back, hips, and thighs. 'Curse Wilbur and how fucking rough he gets. God damn, it's been like 3 days!' He sighed, letting his wings droop slightly as he finally reached the door. He opened the door to see the man he had just cursed. "...Need to fuck again?" He raised an eyebrow.
Wilbur perked up, smiling. "Maybe..."
"...Fine, but I have a few conditions this time." Quackity pushed the door open further and turned, slowly leading Wilbur back to the bedroom.
Wilbur raised an eyebrow, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "Oh? Why are you walking like that?" He inquired as he followed.
"Probably because you fuck too hard." Quackity huffed, a little salty about it, but he didn't mind that too much... he only minded it when it was affecting him days after.

Wilbur smiled guiltily, "Oops.. sorry." He chuckled softly, though, to Quackity, he genuinely seemed sorry. Quackity just shrugged it off, assuming he imagined it.
"It's... whatever." Quackity shrugged as he sat down on his bed.
Wilbur shut the door behind him and sat down by Quackity. "So, tell me, feathers... what's your conditions this time?"
Quackity leaned his head on his hand, "Just be gentle... with me..." He answered quietly, rubbing his arm as he looked away out of shyness.
Wilbur perked up slightly, surprised. He then smiled, "Of course... I think that'd.. be quite nice, actually."
Quackity nodded, "And- um- could you maybe- well..." He blushed quite strongly, muttering something under his breath.
Wilbur tilted his head in the slightest, "What was that, darling?"

Quackity blushed stronger, "Can you- maybe just... praise..... me.. this time...?" Quackity's wings were a little fluffy, and very flustered about the question.
Wilbur blinked a few times before he smiled again and chuckled, "You're getting all shy about asking for praise, ducky?"
Quackity blushed stronger, "Sh-Shut up!" He huffed.
Wilbur smiled more, "It's cute..~" He brushed his hair behind his ear before he gently pushed on Quackity's jawline to make Quackity look at him. "Whatever you'd like me to do, I'll do for you."
Quackity blushed stronger, nodding. He was urged to ask Wilbur to stay the night once they were done, he desperately wanted to ask, but he stayed quiet.
"Shall we get started then, my darling?"
Quackity blushed stronger, nodding shyly.
Wilbur smiled, pulling Quackity into a deep kiss.

~skipping most of the smut todayyy, sorry gang~

"I-I just- ah~!! I can't-" Quackity trembled as he held onto Wilbur, who was continuously pounding into him out of impatience. Quackity totally lost track of time, but they'd been at it for a while since Quackity was having a lot of trouble reaching his climax.
Wilbur panted heavily, "Fuck- god- just-" He slowed to a stop, chuckling a little as he heard Quackity whined. "Just hold on, feathers... I'm going to grab something quickly, okay?" He caressed Quackity's cheek, kissing his forehead as he pulled out. "It'll help you, I promise.."
Quackity whined again, panting as he nodded.
Wilbur kissed his lips briefly before he got up, picking up the small backpack he had brought in with him. He unzipped it, glancing back at Quackity momentarily to see that he was watching curiously. He smiled, pulling out a vibrator, and showing it to Quackity. "You've used one of these before, haven't you?"