Trans Q
Based on She's So Nice by Pink Guy
Quackity sat down in the woods and took a deep breath as he stared out over a small pond.
"Hello there, ducky," a British voice spoke behind him.
"Wilbur," Quackity sighed. 'I told you our fling is over. I have two fiances now.'
"So I've heard," Wilbur sat beside Quackity. "But I've also heard Karl tends to forget about you and Sapnap spends way more time with Karl than with you. That's why I just ran into them having lunch at the mall, and you're here."
"I- I chose not go with them," Quackity looked off to the side.
"Right," Wilbur grabbed Quackity's chin and made the smaller look at him. "If you were telling the truth, you wouldn't want to kiss me right now."
"You're a bitch," Quackity sighed, not pulling away as Wilbur gently pulled him closer.
"Mmm what happened to whore?" Wilbur smiled.
"That's me, dumbass," Quackity giggled.
"Yes it is," Wilbur pulled Q into his lap. 'Do you mind going a round out here?"
"As long as you promise to keep me clean, I'm okay with it," Quackity leaned down and started biting Wilbur's neck.
"This escalated quickly," Wilbur chuckled. "I'll keep you clean, my prince."
"Just remember we're on Sapnap's property," Quackity said as Wilbur started taking Q's shirt off. "When they get home, they'll try to find me."
"And I have some choice words for when I see them," Wilbur took his own shirt off. "No one gets to treat my favourite slut like their side piece."
"Aren't I just your side piece?" Quackity stood up to pull off his pants and underwear.
"No, darling," Wilbur pulled his own dick out. "You're my main hoe!"
Quackity giggled as he grabbed Wilbur's dick and put it inside himself.
They both took a deep breath. "Damn, Q," Wilbur chuckled a bit. "You're wet... And tight as hell-"
"Haven't had any action in a bit," Quackity slowly started riding Will. "And how are you not hard yet?"
"Oh shut up," Wilbur smirked. "You know you like feeling me grow and harden inside you~"
Quackity whined and hid his face in Wilbur neck. Will simply smiled and helped Quackity move up and down his length. They quickly developed a pattern that had Quackity moaning quite loudly, but it's not the loudest Wilbur has heard him.
Once Quackity had came at least three times and Wilbur was fully hard, he flipped them over so they were in missionary.
He pounded the duck into the dirt, listening to those beautiful moans fall from Q's lips as the Brit's thumb massaged his clit. Though Quackity would never admit it, Wilbur knew he was the only one who got to hear such willing noises. He knew Sapnap and Karl could never get Q to feel like this. He knew Schlatt never even bothered to try. This was perfect. Quackity was perfect. And Wilbur was in love.
Quackity came again, practically screaming Wilbur's name. Wilbur didn't slow down because he just didn't want to. He had been fully hard for a while and just liked hearing Q's moans.
"Fuck- Wilbur stop- please!" Quackity randomly started pushing on him to get him off.
As soon as the words were processed, Wilbur had pulled out and put his hands up to show Quackity he wasn't touching him anymore. He knew the man had problems because of Schlatt, but he also knew what helps.
"Are you okay? What do you need?" Wilbur kept his hands where Quackity could see them. "What's wrong, darling?"
"I got over stimulated," Quackity sat up. "It's been a while. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Wilbur gently cupped his cheeks. "I don't mind. I really don't. I'd rather not cum for a year than watch you get hurt again."
"Thank you," Quackity hugged him. "I can suck you off if you want, though. I want you to cum."
"Mmm it'll be fun watching you lick your own cum off my dick~" Wilbur smirked.
"You're nasty," Quackity rolled his eyes.
"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be moving your hair out of the way right now,' Wilbur smiled as Quackity finished tucking his hair under his beanie.
"Shut up," Quackity let Wilbur adjust first before he laid down between the taller's legs.
"You man is comin back so you better make it quick, honey," Wilbur gently played with Q's hair.
Once they were ready, Quackity started licking all over Wilbur's dick, listening to the man above him whine softly. He did as he was told, cleaning up the mess he made. He can't say he liked it, though. He didn't care for the taste of his own cum. But he wanted the reward, and he was willing to sacrifice a bit for it.
After several minutes of teasing, he finally put Wilbur's tip in his mouth and pleased him the way he wanted to be pleased. It didn't take long for Quackity to work himself half way down Will's shaft, but at this point the man was frustrated. He, with consent, started face fucking the duck.
"Fuck!" Wilbur moaned high in his throat. "Quackity~ I'm gonna cum!"
Q hummed and used his tongue to help Wilbur reach his high faster. The brit continued to gave fuck him until he came down the smaller's throat.
He finally let Q up for a breath, but the man didn't take it. Instead he jumped straight for Wilbur's lips, catching him in a passionate kiss.
Wilbur kissed back immediately, not minding the fact that Quackity was spitefully spitting his own cum into his mouth. He gladly shared the taste and smiled like an idiot when they finally pulled away.
"Quackity?!" Sapnap walked towards them. "What are you doing?!"
Quackity quickly pulled his pants on and stood up to talk to his fiance. Wilbur calmly put his dick away and stood as well.
"I was talking to Wilbur," Quackity said truthfully.
"With your tongue down his throat and his dick in your pussy?!" Sapnap was getting angrier by the second and it was clearly scaring the fuck out of Quackity.
"Yeah, like you're any better," Wilbur stepped between the fiances, protecting his duck. "If you must know what happened..."
Wilbur cleared his throat. "I treated him like a bitch. I fucked him in the ass then I fucked him in the tits. And you were coming back so I had to make it quick," Wilbur smirked. 'Yeah, you know who you are, you piece of shit. Your boyfriend's always sucking on my dick like a slim jim stick. So, next time you go down on his clit... Tell me how my mother fuckin dick tastes."
While Wilbur spoke, he had been slowly moving closer to Sapnap and now their faces were less than an inch apart.
"You disgust me, Soot," Sapnap stepped back.
Quackity stared in shock at the two for a moment before racing back to the house. Wilbur simply smirked and left, and Sapnap debated telling Karl.
In the end, he didn't have to. Karl forgot about Quackity and Sapnap had no problem leaving the cheater.
Wilbur, on the other hand, was still madly in love and hated himself because Quackity swore to never forgive him. Quackity blamed himself more than Wilbur, but Wilbur was the one who told Sapnap what they did with a few lies to make it sound worse. So Quackity pretended to hate him all through Las Nevadas.
Except one night when he was afraid to be alone because the thoughts wouldn't shut up. He didn't know where else to go, so he went to Will. The Brit held him, let him cry, let him sleep, fed him, made him feel loved again... And yet nothing changed between them. Quackity was still being cold and Wilbur was still dying more inside every time he saw the beautiful man.
But love hurts. So he'd rather see him and die a bit inside than never see him again.
