~tntduo oneshots~

jealous? (lime)

another thighs chapter!? omg!! shocker ikr??/j (tw: mention of sh scars)

wilbur sat on the floor in front of the couch. he was playing some random game on the xbox they had in there. quackity was in the kitchen grabbing a snack for the both of them. he could see wilbur clearly from the island. wilbur was often gaming and in quackitys personal opinion, wilbur didnt spend enough time with him (they spend like every second of the day, except when wilbur streams). quackity sat there continuing to stare down his lover. he was pouting. wilbur continued to stare at the tv and not his lover. quackity soon got an idea and put it to work. he walked over towards the couch and sat above where wilburs head was. he crossed his legs, teasing the taller. wilbur leaned his head back, expecting quackitys thighs but soon hit his head on the couch. wilbur cocked his head back towards quackity. he saw the smug look on the youngers face. "well, fuck you too," wilbur said mostly joking

wilbur turned back to the tv. quackity opened his legs and waited. wilbur finally noticed and put his head between the shorter thighs. heaven at last. wilbur shifted his focus more to quackity, still somewhat focused on the game. this went fourth.

about an hour or three later, wilbur was laying down between quackitys thighs and quackity was sat up against the couch. wilbur was more focused then ever on quackity. he stopped playing the game and his character went idle. wilbur was practically suffocating in quackitys thighs. he was leaving marks, trails of saliva and bite marks. quackity had his head thrown back biting his lip harshly in pleasure. it was the small things like this that he loved. wilburs hair was a mess, both from being gripped by quackity and from getting smothered in quackitys thighs. quackity was breathing heavily, panting and occasionally moaning. this was absolute music to wilburs ears. wilbur stopped for a moment to let the other breathe. "o-oh my god, *pant* w-wilbur," quackity panted.

quackity relaxed a bit and stopped choking out wilbur with his thighs. wilbur also relaxed some. "wanna go to somewhere more comfy, darling?" wilbur suggested.

"i can barely *heavy sigh* walk," quackity looked back at wilbur.

"i can carry you," wilbur flirted. quackity nodded.

wilbur got up and picked up quackity bridal style. he brought him over to their room. he closed the door behind him, walked over to their bed and put quackity down. quackity shifted so he could get comfy. wilbur then got back into position. he laid down between quackitys thighs, throwing the other part of his leg over his shoulders. quackity squeezed his thighs together, lightly choking the other. wilbur continued to mark up the plush thighs in front of him. quackity threw his head back again in pleasure. he continued to pant, whine, breathe heavily and moan. wilbur could listen to him all day.  wilbur lifted his head up to admire his work. he could still see quackitys scars. he always wondered where they were from. "babe?" he asked, looking at the other.

"yeah," quackity caught his breath.

"what are these scars from?" he asked.

quackity stopped for a moment to figure out what scars, then he realized what scars. "dont get mad but, they're from sh," he spoke softly, still trying to catch his breath.

wilbur thought for a moment. he realized he'd been avoiding the scars, subconsciously. he had an idea. he soon went for the scarred area, quickly covering them with hickeys. quackity was surprised. some partners from the past had gotten mad at him or didnt continue with what they were doing because they thought they were disgusting. he was quite surprised and probably fell more inlove in that moment. he let out a breath he didnt know he was holding. wilbur finally lifted his head up observing his work. "better?" he look at quackity.

"better," quackity softly responded

"i love you," wilbur stared up at quackity.

"i love you too," quackity cupped wilburs face.

kinda short ngl but its pretty good :)