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i used to make so much haikyuu art like this in my deviantart days </3

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Eepy tobio 💤

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WOW.

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he think

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cat dad kento 🐈

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nerdjo

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YES LAWRD YES 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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Why does he look so fucking attractive right here 😭

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!alex quackity x !reader

word count: 1k

— (smut) —

y/n had always believed in fate—at least a little.  

the idea that certain moments were meant to happen, that some people were meant to find each other, no matter the place, no matter the time.  

but fate had a sense of humor.  

because somehow, alex was always there.  

at the grocery store. at the coffee shop. in the same circles of mutual friends. and now—  

right across from her in the tiny booth of a roadside diner, fingers lazily tracing patterns on the worn tabletop, his other hand wrapped around a sweating glass of tequila.

  

"so what are you gonna do now?" she asked

he exhaled, "not sure. just driving. maybe i’ll go to the coast. see where i end up." his voice was low, thick with something unreadable.  

she tilted her head, watching him like she was trying to figure him out.  

"you always do that," she murmured.  

"do what?"  

"pretend like you’re not running from something."  

he tensed. she wasn’t wrong. but he wasn’t about to admit it.  

"i just like the road," he said instead. "besides, it’s nice being free. no expectations, no plans. just vibes."  

"just vibes," she echoed, amused.  

"mhmm." he took a sip of his drink, letting the burn settle in his chest. "what about you? still scared of commitment?"  

a slow smirk tugged at her lips. "still scared of catching feelings?"  

she sucked her teeth, shaking her head. "fuck you, alex."  

his smirk deepened. "you could."  

her breath hitched.  

and just like that, the air between them shifted.  

because it had always been this.  

the push and pull. the teasing. the endless tension stretching between them, threatening to snap.  

a game they played too well.  

but tonight—  

tonight, she didn’t feel like playing.  

she set her drink down and slid out of the booth. alex watched, brows raised, but didn’t say a word as she grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the door.  

outside, the warm night air wrapped around them, thick with the scent of gravel and summer heat. the parking lot was nearly empty, just the soft hum of streetlights buzzing above them.  

"where we going, bonita?" his voice was all honey and sin, teasing, testing.  

"somewhere we can be alone," she answered, unlocking her car.  

he climbed into the passenger seat without hesitation, settling in like he belonged there.  

maybe he did.  

maybe he always had.  

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the motel room smelled like cheap soap and something vaguely floral. the sheets were stiff, the glow of the neon sign outside painting everything in flickering shades of red.  

y/n barely had time to lock the door before alex had her pinned against it.  

his hands hot against her hips. his breath warm against her neck

"you sure about this?" he murmured, lips grazing her skin.  

she should think about it. should consider what it meant.  

but all she could think about was the way his hands felt on her, the way her skin burned under his touch, the way her body ached for something she had spent too long pretending she didn’t want.  

"shut up and kiss me," she whispered.  

he did.  

and fuck—  

it was good.  

alex’s lips crashed against hers, hot and hungry, like he’d already memorized every little thing that made her weak.

his big hands slipped under her shirt, rough fingertips brushing over her bare stomach, sending a shiver racing up her spine.

she fumbled with his belt, yanking it loose and shoving his jeans down in a hurry.

he didn’t waste time either, scooping her up and plopping her onto the dresser. a cheap lamp clattered to the floor with a dull thud.

“careful,” she said, half-laughing, her breath already shaky.

“don’t start with me,” he shot back, his teeth grazing her jaw in a quick, teasing nip.

she giggled, but it turned into a sharp gasp when his fingers slid between her thighs, pressing right where she was already soaked. her hips jerked toward him, chasing the pressure.

“damn, you’re dripping,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, like gravel.

“yeah, yeah,” she huffed, rocking against his hand. “hurry up already.”

he chuckled, a deep, dirty sound that made her stomach flip. “you sure you’re ready?”

“alex, if you don’t—” she started, but he shut her up with a kiss—hard, messy, and full of tongue.

mid-kiss, he lined himself up and pushed inside her, slow and steady.

his thick cock stretched her wide, filling her up inch by inch until she felt every bit of him throbbing deep inside.

her head tipped back, a soft moan slipping out as her body adjusted to his size.

he froze for a second, staring into her eyes, his breath hot against her face.

“look at you,” he said, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip.

“so fucking pretty like this.”

“alex,” she grumbled, squirming a little. “move.”

he grinned, that cocky smirk she secretly loved, and pulled out just to slam back in—hard.

he set a steady pace, each thrust deep and controlled, his fat cock dragging against her walls in a way that made her toes curl. sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temples as he kept going.

“you’re always rushing me,” he teased, his voice rough but playful.

“just let me take care of you.”

her fingers twisted in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as she squeezed around him. “then do it, damn it.”

he groaned, low and wrecked, and that’s when he really let loose. his thrusts got harder, faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that shook the dresser against the wall.

his thick manhood stretched her pussy tight, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her thighs clamped around his hips, trembling as heat built up inside her, coiling tighter and tighter.

“I got you,” he panted, pressing his sweaty forehead to hers. “come on, baby, let go.”

that was it.

her whole body shook, back arching off the dresser as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice.

pleasure hit her in waves, leaving her gasping and dizzy. alex wasn’t far behind—he thrust once, twice, then buried himself deep, groaning loud against her neck as he spilled inside her.

she felt the hot rush of his cum, thick and sticky, coating her insides.

for a moment, it was just them breathing hard, the hum of the neon sign buzzing outside, and a car rumbling by in the distance.

alex didn’t pull away. he stayed right there, his forehead resting on her shoulder, hands gripping her waist tight like he couldn’t let go.

his cock softened inside her, still twitching faintly, and a slow trickle of their mixed juices leaked out, dripping down her thigh onto the dresser.

she didn’t mind.

and for once, she didn’t want him to move either.

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morning came too fast.  

the sheets were tangled, the room was still dim, and alex was warm against her back, his arm draped over her waist.  

she should leave. should slip out before he woke up.  

but then his fingers brushed over her hip, slow and lazy.  

"stay," he murmured, voice thick with sleep.  

her breath caught.  

he never asked her to stay.  

but maybe—  

maybe it was time she did.  

~ fin

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tokischaaa hablas: this might be the first smut that im actually proud of ... , anyway heres a song i thought of while writing this :)

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Backburner

Alex was perfect. Infuriatingly perfect.

He was the top student in your year—straight A’s, never missing a deadline, always prepared for tests. Teachers adored him, not just because he was smart, but because he had charisma. He could answer a complex math problem flawlessly and then crack a joke that had the entire class laughing

An academic achiever, the kind of student who always ranked at the top without even seeming to try. Well-liked by teachers and students alike. He made it look effortless, balancing his studies with his charm, making people laugh while still acing every test.

And you? You were his seatmate.

That meant being the one he turned to when he needed an extra pen or forgot a formula. The one who watched him scribble in his notebook—half equations, half absentminded doodles—while he somehow still absorbed the lecture. The one who listened to him complain about how “so-and-so just wasn’t the right person” while your own heart twisted painfully in your chest.

The two of you had been sitting next to each other since sophomore year. You were seatmates during freshmen year but you didn’t notice him till now. For the most part, you were fine with it. You weren’t a slacker yourself—you worked hard, studied late into the night, and aimed for high scores. But no matter how much effort you put in, Alex always seemed to be one step ahead.

He never rubbed it in, though. In fact, he was annoyingly kind. When you struggled with a subject, he’d lean over, pointing at your notes with that stupidly perfect smirk. “Need help, genius?”

And every time, you’d roll your eyes, shove his arm away, and mutter, “I’ve got it, Alex.” Even when you didn’t.

The worst part? You had a massive crush on him.

You hated it. Hated how your heart raced whenever he complimented your work. Hated how he leaned too close when explaining something, his voice soft and teasing. Hated how he never looked at you the way you looked at him.

Because Alex had eyes for everyone else.

You watched him fall for different people over the years. First, it was this older girl from Dance Club. Then, another girl in your class. Then, another older girl, a year older than you, that was simply quiet, and simple. Each time, he poured his heart into them. And each time, they left him behind.

And each time, he came back to you.

Not as someone he wanted. But as someone who would listen.

It was your role. The friend who stayed up with him on the phone when he was heartbroken. The one who helped him catch up on classwork when he was too distracted by love to focus. The one who held her tongue, even when it killed her inside.

Because Alex only saw you when he needed to.

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During a random Wednesday.

You should’ve been used to this by now—Alex sitting next to you, sighing dramatically as he slumped over his desk. Another heartbreak. Another girl who didn’t love him the way he loved her.

“She said she ‘wasn’t ready for something serious,’” he muttered, staring blankly at his textbook. “I don’t get it. I thought things were going great.”

You tightened your grip on your pen.

You should have said something comforting. You should have played your role like always. Instead, something inside you snapped.

“You don’t get it?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended. “Maybe it’s because you throw yourself at people who don’t even care about you.”

Alex blinked, startled. “What?”

You turned to face him fully, heart pounding. “You keep chasing after people who barely know you, and when they leave, you come running back to me like I’m some kind of backup plan.”

His brows furrowed. “That’s not—”

“Isn’t it?” You let out a bitter laugh. “You never look at me, Alex. You never realize how much I—” You stopped yourself, breathing heavily.

He stared at you, wide-eyed. His mouth opened, then closed, like he didn’t know what to say.

“Forget it,” you muttered, standing up abruptly. “I’m done being your backburner.”

And with that, you walked out of the classroom, leaving him stunned in his seat.

Alex was restless after that.

For the first time, he couldn’t focus in class. His notes were a mess, his mind replaying your words over and over again.

You never look at me.

He hadn’t even realized how much he relied on you. How you were always there, always listening, always supporting him. And he had taken it for granted.

The next day, you barely spoke to him. And for the first time in years, he was the one chasing after you.

“(Y/N), wait—” He caught up to you after school, breathless. “Can we talk?”

You looked at him, arms crossed, eyes guarded. “About what?”

He hesitated. “About… what you said.”

You exhaled, shaking your head. “I shouldn’t have—”

“No.” He stepped closer. “You should have. And I should’ve listened sooner.”

Your eyes met, and for once, he wasn’t looking through you. He was looking at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you. I swear, I never meant to.”

You swallowed hard. “Then what do you mean, Alex”

A pause. Then, he took a deep breath and said the words you never thought you’d hear.

“I think I’ve been in love with you this whole time. I was just too stupid to see it.”

It wasn’t easy. Years of being second choice didn’t disappear overnight. But Alex proved he meant it—by showing up, by choosing you first for once.

And this time, when he leaned in to whisper something during class, it wasn’t about another girl.

It was about you.

“Hey, genius,” he murmured, smirking. “You free this Saturday? I owe you a proper first date.”

For the first time, you let yourself smile.

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Valentines date

Valentine’s Day had always been just another date on the calendar for you. The usual routine involved cozying up with a good book or binge-watching your favorite series. But this year was different. This year, you had Alex.

The days leading up to Valentine’s Day were a whirlwind of anticipation. You found yourself overthinking every detail—what to wear, what to say, how to act. It was as if this one day held the power to redefine your entire relationship.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the window of your bedroom. You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of your elegant red dress. It hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your figure in all the right places. You felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach as you thought about your Valentine’s date with Alex.

As you finished your makeup, you heard the familiar sound of Alex’s voice from the living room, his laughter echoing through the apartment. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing how much he loved this holiday. You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of anticipation as you stepped out of the bedroom.

“Wow,” Alex said, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thanks,” you replied, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He wore a fitted black shirt that accentuated his lean physique, paired with dark jeans that hugged him just right. You felt a heat rise in your cheeks as you admired him, your heart racing at the thought of the night ahead.

“Ready to go?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Not quite,” you said, stepping closer to him. You could feel the electricity in the air as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. “I think we need a little warm-up first.”

Before he could respond, you captured his lips with yours, the kiss igniting a spark between you. It was soft at first, but quickly deepened as he pulled you closer, his hands finding their way to your waist. You melted into him, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

“mi amor, you’re distracting,” he murmured against your lips, his breath warm and inviting.

“Just getting started,” you teased, pulling away with a smirk. You could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled your confidence.

The restaurant was bustling with couples celebrating love, but all you could focus on was Alex sitting across from you. The candlelight flickered, casting a warm glow on his face, and you couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked. You sipped your wine, a mischievous idea forming in your mind.

As the evening progressed, you decided to have a little fun. You slid your foot out of your shoe, letting your bare leg brush against his under the table. Alex’s eyes widened slightly, and you could see the way his breath hitched.

“hey! s-stop it,” he whispered, trying to maintain his composure.

You giggled softly, enjoying the way you could tease him so easily. You moved your leg higher, letting your thigh graze against his. “What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little fun?”

He shot you a warning look, but the way his cheeks flushed told you everything you needed to know. You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know, I’ve been thinking about how much I love this dress.”

“Yeah?” he replied, his voice low and slightly strained. “Why’s that?”

“Because it makes it so easy to get your attention,” you said, your voice dripping with seduction. You let your leg slide further up, your foot brushing against his thigh, and you could see him clench his jaw.

“Y/N,” he warned, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“Maybe that’s the plan,” you said, biting your lip as you watched him squirm. The tension between you was palpable, and you could feel the heat radiating off him.

As the night wore on, you continued to tease him, your legs intertwining with his under the table. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the way he fought to keep his cool while you drove him wild. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Let’s go,” he said abruptly, standing up and grabbing your hand. You laughed, following him out of the restaurant, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin.

Once you were back in the apartment, the door barely closed before Alex had you pressed against it, his lips crashing onto yours with a desperate hunger. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against yours.

“God, you’re insatiable,” he murmured between kisses, his hands roaming your body, exploring every curve.

“Only for you,” you replied breathlessly, your heart racing as he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He carried you to the bedroom and the night was a blur of heated kisses, whispered confessions, and intertwined bodies. Every touch, every caress, spoke of the deep-seated emotions that had been building between you for years.

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posting another quackity x reader (late) valentines fic this Wednesday !!

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I FEEL SICK CAN HE PLEASE SEE A DOCTOR IM REALLY CONCERNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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ZOO WEE MAMAA 😻😻

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「 ✦ driving me crazy ✦ 」

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᯓ★ warnings ; nsfw, smut

The evening had been perfect. A cozy little restaurant tucked away from the city’s usual chaos, dimly lit with soft music playing in the background. You and Quackity had spent hours talking, laughing, and stealing bites from each other’s plates. He had a way of making everything feel effortless, his jokes flowing easily, his smile contagious.

Now, the night was winding down as he drove you home. The hum of the engine and the soft glow of streetlights passing by made the car ride feel almost dreamlike. The air smelled faintly of his cologne, and a quiet, comfortable silence filled the space between you.

As he drove, you found yourself stealing glances at him. The way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead, and the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light of the dashboard—it was all so captivating. You felt a rush of heat as you realized just how attractive he was, the kind of hot that made your heart race and your cheeks flush.

You turned your head to watch him as he focused on the road. His fingers gripped the steering wheel casually, veins subtly showing beneath his skin. His jaw was sharp under the dim lighting, the slight furrow of his brows making him look effortlessly attractive. The way his lips parted slightly in concentration, the flicker of his dark eyes under the glow of passing streetlights—everything about him right now was captivating.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring until his voice broke the silence.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, glancing over with an amused smirk.

You hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest. “I was just admiring your facial features, that’s all.”

His smirk widened, and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Is that so?” His tone was playful, but there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you let your eyes linger on him, watching the way he licked his lips before shaking his head with a chuckle.

“Well, now you’re just gonna make me drive like an idiot,” he joked, but you could tell by the way his grip tightened on the wheel that your words had an effect on him.

The car rolled to a stop at a red light, and without thinking, you leaned in slightly. He turned to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours for a moment before he smirked again, this time softer, more teasing.

“You wanna do something about it?” he murmured.

You didn’t hesitate. Reaching out, you cupped his jaw, pulling him into a kiss. The second your lips met, he let out a quiet hum of approval, his hand moving to your cheek as he kissed you back eagerly. His lips were warm, slightly chapped, but they molded perfectly against yours.

The kiss deepened quickly, the air between you turning heavy. His hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer despite the awkward angle. You felt his breath hitch as you bit his bottom lip teasingly, and he let out a quiet curse against your mouth before kissing you even harder.

A sharp honk from the car behind you made you both jolt apart, laughing breathlessly as the light had turned green.

Quackity shook his head, chuckling as he put the car back in motion. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Quackity cursed under his breath, quickly pressing down on the gas pedal as the light had already turned green. You were both breathless, hearts racing, laughter bubbling up between you.

But one glance at each other and you both knew—neither of you was done with that kiss.

Quackity pulled into a nearly empty parking lot, the only light coming from a dim streetlamp flickering overhead. The moment he shifted the car into park, he barely had time to turn toward you before you were already reaching for him again.

He let out a soft chuckle, amused by your impatience, but it quickly faded the second your lips met his again. This time, there was no hesitation—just pure, unfiltered need. His hand immediately found your waist, pulling you closer.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging slightly as you deepened the kiss, and he groaned against your lips. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, making you press even closer. His hands slid down, gripping your hips, his fingers digging in slightly like he didn’t want to let go.

The air inside the car felt thick, heavy with something electric. Every touch, every brush of his lips against yours, only made the fire between you burn hotter. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the way his heartbeat pounded just as fast as yours.

At some point, his hat had slipped off, forgotten somewhere in the car as you ran your fingers through his now-messy hair.

With a sudden burst of urgency, Quackity shifted, went to hover you in your passenger seat, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You gasped, arching your back as he found that sweet spot that made your head spin. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and intoxicating.

You could feel the heat pooling in your core, a desperate need building within you. “‘lexie,” you breathed, your voice shaky with desire. “I want you.”

His eyes darkened with lust, and his hands moving to the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head with a swift motion.

The cool air hit your skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from his body. You felt exposed yet exhilarated, the thrill of the moment consuming you.

As he leaned in to kiss you again, you could feel the urgency in his movements, the way he pressed against you, his body a perfect blend of strength and tenderness. You could feel him hard against you, and it only fueled the fire within you.

With a swift motion, he shifted, creating space for you to straddle him, your legs wrapping around his waist as you ground against him, the friction sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Alexis groaned, his hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements as you found a rhythm that matched the pounding of your hearts. The car felt like a world of its own, the outside fading into nothingness as you lost yourselves in each other.

Every movement was filled with urgency and passion, the air thick with desire. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath coming in quick gasps as you pressed your bodies together, the tension building with each passing second. Alex’s hands roamed your back, fingers digging into your skin, igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through you.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his voice low and husky, urging you on. You could feel the heat pooling deeper within you, a desperate need for more, for him. The way he looked at you, filled with hunger and admiration, made your heart race even faster.

As you moved together, the world outside the car became a distant memory, the only thing that mattered was the connection between you two. The sounds of the night faded away, replaced by the soft gasps and moans that filled the car, echoing the intensity of the moment.

The car felt small, the seats enveloping you as you pressed against him. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the way his breath quickened as you deepened the kiss. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as he responded with a low groan, sending shivers down your spine.

Alex’s hands roamed, exploring the curves of your body, sending sparks of electricity with every touch. He pulled away for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart racing. “I want this ‘lexie, soso bad.”

With that, he captured your lips again, more fervently this time. His hands slid down to your thighs, lifting them to rest on his hips as he pressed you against the seat. The car creaked slightly under the weight of your passion, the world outside forgotten.

As the kiss deepened, Alex’s hands explored further, tracing the outline of your body, igniting every nerve ending. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, a desperate need building with every caress. His fingers danced along your skin, teasing and tantalizing, making you arch into him.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes locking onto his.

Alex’s eyes darkened with desire, and he wasted no time. He leaned down, his lips trailing along your neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. You gasped, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer as he explored every inch of you.

“lexie…” you breathed, your voice a mix of need and urgency.

With a smirk, he shifted, positioning himself between your legs. The car felt even smaller now, the air thick with anticipation. He leaned in, capturing your lips again, his hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency.

With that, he leaned in closer, his hands gripping your waist as he pressed you back against the seat. The car felt like a cocoon, the world outside fading away as he focused entirely on you. His kisses grew more urgent, more passionate, as he explored your body with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body pressed against yours, igniting a fire deep within you. His hands roamed, exploring every curve, every inch of your skin, making you arch into him, craving more of his touch. You could feel the tension building, a delicious ache that made you want to pull him closer.

His hands moved to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up further. You could feel the cool air against your skin, contrasting with the heat of his body. His fingers danced along your thighs, teasingly close to where you wanted him most.

As he kissed you, his hands found their way to your core, fingers brushing against the fabric of your underwear. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching instinctively towards him. He took his time, teasing you, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles that made your breath hitch.

“lexie,” you moaned, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. The pleasure was building, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the moment.

You could feel the heat rising, the pressure building until it became almost unbearable. “alex, I—” you gasped, the words barely escaping your lips as the wave of pleasure crashed over you, pulling you under in a blissful tide.

He followed you into that blissful abyss, his body tensing beneath you as he let go, the two of you entwined in a moment that felt like eternity. The car was filled with the sounds of your shared ecstasy, a symphony of passion that echoed into the night.

With that, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finding your most sensitive spot. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the tension building, the heat pooling in your core as he expertly worked his fingers, each movement sending you closer to the edge.

“Just like that,” you gasped, your body responding to his every touch. You could feel the world outside fading away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment.

Quackity’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched you, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “mi amor is so beautiful”

The compliment sent a rush of warmth through you, fueling the fire that was already burning. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the tension building to a breaking point. With every flick of his fingers, every kiss, he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“alex, I’m so close, please” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a final, expertly placed movement, you felt the wave crash over you, pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave. You cried out his name, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car as you surrendered to the bliss.

As you came down from the high, Quackity pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

As you both caught your breath, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble, filled with laughter, connection, and the promise of more adventures to come.

You knew for a fact that once you got home, you and Alex would be tired all night.

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I NEED THIS MANNNN OH MY GOODDD

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Hear me out on this art of c! Quackity

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