Quackbur Oneshots ✨✨

Sit. 🥵

Tw: Degrading, overall kinky shit, drinking,

Bottombur bc yuh 💪

First smut, here we go
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Wilbur sat at the bar, making conversation with anyone who'd actually speak with the gloomy looking man.

He suddenly heard a familiar laugh, his head whipped around, a big grin spread on his face. Seeing his rival come through the door, his rather, handsome rival.

Quackity walked in, placing his rather expensive coat on the rack, seeming to not care if it got stolen. He chatted with the bouncer, nodding and smiling. Quackity held his wings up, his nose scrunching up in annoyance at the loud, drunk people.

Quackity walked over to the bar, sitting a couple empty barstools away from Wil. Quackity hadn't seemed to notice him yet, ordering a shot of something fruity.

Wilbur laughed, which definitely got Q's attention. Wilbur got a icy stare back. "Hey there, Big Q" Wilbur leaned on the table, turning to Quackity.

"What are you doing here?" Q's voice was steady but angry, a cold glare met Wilbur's brown eyes. "Oh, can I not enjoy a good bar?" The taller teased, downing another shot the bartender slid twords him. "Not one in Las Nevadas!"

Wilbur grinned, standing up to get closer to Q, he stood over the other. "Fucking hell, Wilbur, your just like a annoying puppy, following me wherever." Quackity hissed, taking another shot and downing it.

"Well I just missed you, ducky." Wilbur replied, matter of factly. In a flash, Quackity grabbed Wilbur's jaw, pulling him down to his level. "Don't call me 'ducky', you fucker." Wilbur had a smirk on his face, quietly relishing the attention from Quackity.

"Of course, I forgot you're the big, impressive president." Wilbur replied smugly. Quackity yanked his face closer, which made Wilbur drop to his knees. "Insult me again, Soot, see what happens."

"I have no idea what your talking about." The taller replied, keeping smug face. "God Wilbur, your so annoying." Quackity looked away, letting go of Wilbur's face, he loved how Wilbur was relentless, and thought he was actually cute..

'you're the president of Las Nevadas! You can't love your enemy!' he thought angrily, still avoiding Wilbur's eyes. "Hello? Earth to Q?" Snapped Quackity back to reality. "Can't I just stay for one night?" Wilbur pleaded, standing up, and taking a seat on the stool next to Quackity.

"Fine, follow me, I have a shitty motel for you, anyway." Q sighed, getting up, Wilbur stood up quickly. Quackitys wings shifted in surprise, havening forgotten how much taller Wilbur was. Q placed a couple hundred bucks on the table, and the bartender nodded her thanks.

On the way out, Quackity grabbed his coat, walking out of the pub, Wilbur following behind him. Q adjusted his coat while walking, he stopped by the fountain. "Why are we stopping?" Wilbur questioned, as Q sat down on the edge.

"I just like the peace of it." Quackity replied simply, Wilbur had to agree, the view was beautiful. A light mist hung barely above the ground, the night sky littered with stars, and a giant glowing moon plastered perfect in between it all, the city lights outlined Wilbur's face perfectly.

Quackity stared at Wilbur, who's attention was captivated by the flowing fountain. Q relished the look of Wilbur, his curly brown hair, his steady but tired look, and his sewed scars, from death. He might have been a zombie, but he was a handsome one at that.

"Busy staring at me?" A British voice broke the silence, and Quackity looked away, red blush spread across his face. "F-fuck off." Quackity said, crossing his arms and fluffing out his wings. "Your quite cute when your annoyed, y'know?" Wilbur smoothly said, smiling, sitting in front of Q.

"Wil-" Quackity started, his face now red with being flustered. "Quackity listen, I know we've had a long past, but I really like you, and-" Wilbur stopped rambling after Q placed a finger to his lips. "I love you too, Soot." He smiled softly, letting his hand fall down to the others.

Wil placed his other hand on top of Q's, looking into the others eyes, smiling happily. They stared at each other happily, slowly leaning in. Quackity placed a soft kiss on Wilbur's, surprised at the softness of his. Quackitys tongue swipped Wilbur's lip, asking for entrance which Wilbur accepted.

Quackity's tongue fought Wilbur's, until Q eventually pulled away. Wilbur made a sound of sadness, and Quackity chuckled. "Why don't we get to that shitty motel now?" He teased, standing up. Wilbur nodded quickly, following him.

The 'Shitty Motel' actually turned out to be a lavish hotel, with beautiful lights and decor, Quackity walked to the front, "A V.i.p suite please, preferably with a balcony." The desk worker nodded quickly, handing him a key. "Have a wonderful stay!" She said quickly, obviously imposed by the tall man, and the president.

"Wow, impressive, Mr. President." Wilbur cooed, following Q into the elevator. "Oh shut up" Quackity rolled his eyes with a grin, taking Wilbur's hand and going to their room. "Jesus, Quackity this is nice-" Wilbur began before Quackity led him to the bed. "Sit." Q commanded, taking off his own coat and placing it onto one of the couches in the room.

Wilbur obeyed, sitting down the bed, his legs hanging over the edge, Quackity walked over, leaning over to kiss Wilbur again, their tongues quickly started fighting again as Q got onto Wilbur, straddling his hips. Quackity pulled away, "Are you going to be a good little slut?" He teased, Quackity's fingers tracing Wilbur's neck.

Wilbur nodded quickly again, enjoying the degradation. "I think we should get those clothes off." Quackity tugged at Wilbur's yellow jacket, which made Wilbur quickly take it off, as Q unbuttoned his own shirt.

"Fucking hell, your so hot.." Wilbur murmured, leaning back, and watching Q toss his shirt onto the floor. Quackity ran his hands down Wilbur's chest, eventually starting to kiss his neck, leaving glossy marks and lovebites.

Quackity heard a pleased groan slip out of Wilbur's lips, Quackity bit down on his sensitive spot, feeling Wilbur tremor under him in pleasure. "You like that don't you, slut?" Q stopped, getting up. Wilbur frowned, loosing the warmth of contact.

Quackity's hands rested on Wilbur's belt and thigh. "Can I have my way with you?" Quackity said seductively, Wilbur nodded, knowing what he meant. Q's hands unclasped Wilbur's belt, sliding down his trousers.

Quackity took Wilbur's boxers off, he placed his hands on his thighs, experimentally, he licked the tip, which made Wilbur inhale sharply. Pleased with his reaction, Quackity licked a strip down, before taking the whole thing, bobbing his head up and down.

Wilbur moaned softly, gasping and gripping the bedsheets, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Quackity loved seeing Wilbur like this, but wanted to tease him longer. Q lifted his head, ending the contact between the two.

Wilbur whined, loosing the feeling again. "You want me? Beg, slut." Quackity's hands rested on Wilbur's thighs. "Please, Quackity, touch me.." Wilbur begged, slumped onto the bed. "Good, slut." Q grinned. He started to suck off Wilbur again, watching the other groan and pant.

"Quackity-" Wilbur panted, hardly able to speak. Q continued, harshly gripping Wilbur's thighs as he bobbed his head. "I'm gonna-" Wilbur started before a moan erupted from his throat, finishing in Quackity's mouth. Q held back a choke, warmth filled Quackity's mouth as he swallowed, he lifted his head, the two both panting hard.

"S-so much for a shitty motel, eh?" Wilbur joked between pants to catch his breath.

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1269 words teehee
I didn't feel like writing full on smut, if you know what I mean 😏
But most likely will in the future
Thanks for reading!