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ITS SHORT BECUASE IM TIRED AND IM A BIT RUSTY
Tw!!:
- shirtless
- sorta like hinting at who would be the top in their relationship without being proper smut (so no actual fucking)
- wing flaunting
- extremely powerful Quackity (in terms of politics / business / wealth)
- Wilbur is an unashamed simp for Quackity
- yet he is also ashamed
- Charlie xcx lyric!!
-other stuff idk
- kinda whore Quackity
- set in a strip club
- kissing
- palming
- grinding
- semi-public location but also kinda not
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‘ ‘ Wilbur likes girls but he knows I'd hit it. ’ ’
Quackity, the all-powerful president of the most successful country out of all of the countries and nations ever founded on the DSMP. The very man who had the server's once most powerful man at his feet and on his knees.
Quackity was somebody who you didn't mess with. Especially not regarding gambling or business and wealth negotiations.
He was somebody who you looked up to from the floor, not who you looked down to from above. He was the type of man to command you to your knees, it didn't matter if you usually topped it bottomed.
Quackity did not bow down to anybody.
So, it sure was rare to see him flaunting and showing himself off like a lowly whore doing the last thing he can think of to bring money in. However, Quackity wasn't wearing anything particularly revealing.
He wore a loose button-up shirt, the first 3 buttons let down to give the occasional glimpse of what the degenerates surrounding the stage truly wanted. His red tie was undone enough to hang from the shirt collar that drooped. Quackity's suspenders had fallen off his shoulders, and were hanging from where they were clipped.
The President wore black slacks with polished shoes and a slightly unbuckled belt. His shiny black hair was messy and unkempt, as if he'd been tossed around and handled particularly roughly. Surprisingly, he had no beanie on, what a treat.
The real part that people were paying to see was his wings.
They shone golden in the club lights, the (specially set) red lights enhancing his figure and colour of the hybrid appendages on his mid back.
They moved so elegantly, as if gentle hands were caressing them into the exact movements and smoothing them into the next. How gorgeous.
Now, it was common knowledge that Wilbur Soot, former terrorist, was not allowed anywhere near Las Nevadas. But, when he heard about this little show the President was putting on for some measly cash, he couldn't resist. He had to go and mess his show up! There was no way in hell he would miss out on such a perfect, vulnerable situation!!!!
He had grabbed a different set of clothes, for once desperate to not be noticed, and sprinted out of the door of his van, ignoring his employee's cries of confusion and panic.
As he got closer to the club that Quackity would be performing at, he slowly grew more excited. Whether it was the idea of ruining Quackity's show or actually seeing Quackity that got him all giddy and excited, he didn't know.
What he did know was that he was going to have one hell of a time planning a little trap for the President.
When he got into the building through an unguarded backdoor, Wilbur made his way to the extremely crowded main room, shoving his way through crowds and cursing out the occasional horny man for dirtying his lovely clothes with his bodily fluids.
He'd mutter harsh insults before he was asked what he was saying, to which he responded to by snapping at the very man he was insulting and telling him exactly what he was saying and then storming away.
Eventually, he made it to a spot where he could see the stage easily and plan an annoying tnt trap but he couldn't be seen by the very duck he was trying to one up.
But, before he could begin planning, he was distracted. He was distracted by the President removing his shirt slowly.
All of Wilbur's prior thoughts disappeared, and his wide eyes locked onto the slim, slightly muscular frame of the President.
Quackity lifted the shirt over his wings, and grinned when people began to complain loudly at how slowly he removed his shirt and turned around.
Wilbur, however, was so focused on him that he couldn't and wouldn't complain about a second of what he was seeing.
It felt wrong to be watching his rival in such a vulnerable position, but at the same time it felt so goddamn right.
Either way, it caused Wilbur to subconsciously make his way to the front of the crowd.
Now Quackity's shirt was removed, he leaned against the pole behind him that he was yet to properly use. He let out a sigh, glancing around at the random citizens probably jerking off as secretly as they could.
Wait.
Hold on a second.
Now that's a face that should not be there.
Quackity did a triple take of the same person, before he ultimately let a mischievous grin spread onto his face once he realised exactly who it was.
The President ever so gently lowered his slacks down and turned around. He hugged the pole.
By this point, people in the crowd were whooping and cheering as Quackity's thong was revealed ((for context, it's sort of worn in a whale tail type way)).
Wilbur however, was silent. Of course, he had an absolutely RAGING boner, but now he felt like, due to the very short distance between the two men, if he even whispered Quackity would notice.
Then, just like the rest of the crowd, Wilbur inhaled a sharp breath.
Quackity had lowered his slacks enough to show his new, or atleast semi-new (Wilbur hadn't seen it the last time the two had fucked), lower back tattoo.
Wilbur's face was so flushed, he was sure of it.
Quackity arched his back a little, and spread his wings as far as he could.
In a low and seductive voice, he asked a question to nobody;
‘ ‘ Am I showing off my brand new lower back tattoo? ’ ’
A question to nobody except Wilbur, that was.
Wilbur left as soon as Quackity got off the stage. He ran to the very door he had entered through and slapped a hand over his mouth as he immediately reached down to rid himself of the painful boner he had acquired, closing his eyes.
Small moans and grunts slipped through his fingers as he brought himself closer to the edge.
That was until he felt a small tap on his shoulder.
Jumping and quickly letting go of himself, Wilbur came face to face with Quackity.
‘ ‘ Good to know you got one hell of a boner from my little show, Soot. ’ ’
Quackity grinned, glancing at Wilbur's crotch.
‘ ‘ Would you like some help with that? ’ ’
Wilbur nodded as soon as the words left Quackity's lips, groaning as Quackity leaned against him and began grinding their hips together.
The President caught Wilbur's lips with his own, and eventually slipped his tongue into Wilbur's mouth, smiling mischievously as he heard the brunette let out a small whine.
After a while of saliva exchanging and hips grinding together in a lewd display of pure lust, Wilbur announced how close he was to letting go, and Quackity encouraged him.
And with that, Wilbur ended up leaving Las Nevadas satisfied and with a desire for Quackity more present than ever.
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hey gang I hope you enjoyed 🔥🔥
not proof read at all, do not care, i am going to sleep
