c!quackity x gn!reader - smutshot
Wrote this as per a request for @chrzzslvt so I hope you enjoy it.
Request: Can you do like a smut oneshot, with a bit of plot? And mabey like make him a bit of a sub but like still dominant?
Tbh there's a lot more smut than plot and the only way I made him a sub was by being called a good boy but idk I hope you like it (I'm praying you do cuz tbh it's not my best work lmao).
Btw I made the reader gender neutral but they do have a female anatomy (basically tho they use they/them pronouns).
Tags: Smut, Quackity, Gender-neutral reader, Female anatomy, praise, dominant, submissive, canon, very little plot lmao, tons of smut.
Quackity, with his usual chaotic energy slightly subdued, leaned against the mahogany bar in his Las Nevadas casino. His red tie was loosened, the white shirt underneath slightly rumpled. A faint scar traced a line beneath his dark eye. Y/N, their dark hair pulled back in a practical ponytail, efficiently tallied the night's takings. They were Quackityβs most trusted employee, a sharp mind hidden behind a calm exterior. Tonight, however, the usual businesslike atmosphere felt charged. Quackity's eyes, usually gleaming with mischief, held a darker intensity as he watched Y/N's hands move deftly over the ledgers. He knew the late hours in the casino office often found them alone. The idea had been simmering for a while. He found himself inexplicably drawn to Y/N's quiet strength, a perfect counterpoint to his own explosive personality.
He cleared his throat, the sound breaking the comfortable silence. "Y/N," he began, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down their spine. He moved closer, the scent of expensive cologne and something subtly musky surrounding him. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of their jaw, sending a jolt of electricity through their body. "The numbers are... impressive," he said, his gaze dropping to their lips. His touch was unexpectedly gentle, almost hesitant. It was a stark contrast to his usual brash confidence. Before Y/N could even process the shifting dynamic, Quackity's lips were on theirs, a demanding yet tender kiss that melted any remaining resistance. Their hands instinctively moved to his hair, tangling in the dark strands.
The kiss deepened, the initial hesitancy gone. Y/N's hands moved lower, exploring the smooth skin of Quackity's back as his hands roamed their body.
Quackity's hands slid under the fabric of Y/N's shirt, his thumbs brushing over the soft mounds of their breasts. He groaned into the kiss, his grip tightening as he felt the hardened peaks of their nipples beneath his touch. Y/N arched into the contact, a soft moan escaping their lips. Quackity's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his dominant nature surfacing as he realized the effect he had on them. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he whispered against their skin, "You're mine tonight."
With a swift movement, he turned Y/N around, pressing their chest against the cool wood of the bar. His hands slid down to their hips, gripping them firmly as he ground his pelvis against their ass. The friction of their bodies made them both moan in pleasure. Quackity's free hand reached around, sliding over their stomach to the zipper of their pants. With a swift motion, he pulled it down, his hand delving into the warmth beneath. He found their clit, already swollen and begging for attention, and began to circle it with his thumb. Y/N's legs trembled, their grip on the bar tightening as Quackity's other hand slid further down, teasing the wetness that had gathered between their thighs.
"Oh, fuck, Quackity," they gasped, their head falling back against his shoulder. His teeth grazed their neck as his thumb worked its magic, sending waves of pleasure crashing through them. He could feel their body tensing, could hear the need in their voice. He smirked against their skin, enjoying the power he had over them. "You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. His other hand slipped away, reaching for his own pants. He freed himself, the head of his cock nudging against the fabric of their underwear. Y/N's hips bucked back, eager for more.
Quackity's hand stilled for a moment, his eyes locking with Y/N's in the reflection of the polished bar mirror. There was a silent question in the air, one that didn't need words. Y/N's eyes were wide with anticipation, their breath hitching in their throat. With a nod, they gave their consent, and Quackity's hand resumed its journey, sliding into their pants to cup their sex. His thumb continued to circle their clit as his fingers slid deeper, finding them already slick and ready. He teased them for a moment longer, watching their face contort with pleasure before pulling away. "On your knees," he ordered, his voice gruff with need.
Y/N complied, knees hitting the plush carpet as they turned to face him. Quackity's cock stood at full attention, flushed and glistening with pre-cum. They leaned in, their eyes never leaving his as they took him into their mouth. Quackity's head fell back with a groan, his hand fisting in their hair as he guided them to a rhythm that had him panting. Y/N's cheeks hollowed as they sucked, their tongue swirling around the head of his cock before taking him deeper. They could feel his thighs tense, his grip tightening, and knew he was close. But Quackity had other plans. He pulled out, gently pushing Y/N back until they were sprawled on the floor, their legs spread before him.Β
"Do me a favour." He said, and they looked up at him suddenly with an awed look. "Yes?" They responded curtly.
The words were a whispered command, the corners of Quackity's mouth tilting up in a smug smile as he stepped closer to the edge of Y/N's desk, his legs straddling their thighs. Y/N blinked up at him, a mix of surprise and arousal flickering in their eyes. Quackity had always been a bit of an enigma, a whirlwind of chaos wrapped in a charismatic smile and a sharp mind. But here, in this moment, he was something more. He was a dominant force, a man craving control yet also seeking something deeper, something that made his chest tighten just to think about.
With trembling fingers, Y/N reached up to trace the scar beneath his left eye, their thumb lingering over the sensitive skin. "Good boy," they murmured, and the power of those words was like a key unlocking something primal in Quackity. His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he leaned down, his mouth capturing theirs once more in a bruising kiss. His hands moved to their chest, pushing their shirt up to expose the soft flesh of their stomach. His mouth trailed down, teeth grazing lightly over their nipples, making Y/N gasp. The sound was music to his ears, a symphony of want that only grew louder as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peaks.
Y/N complied, a soft smile playing on their lips as they whispered, "Good boy." Quackity's expression was one of pure bliss, a rare vulnerability that made their heart race. He leaned into the praise, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. It was a heady feeling, being the one to make him lose control like this. They could feel the power dynamics shift subtly between them, a dance of dominance and submission that was as thrilling as it was unexpected.
Quackity's hand trailed down Y/N's body, pausing at the waistband of their pants. With a swift motion, he unbuckled their belt and slid the zipper down, revealing the black lace of their thong. He hooked his fingers under the delicate material and pulled it aside, exposing their glistening pussy to the cool office air. He groaned, his cock twitching with anticipation. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.Β
"When I'm fucking your pretty little pussy, keep praising me like that, okay?" He ordered.
Y/N nodded eagerly, the words leaving them breathless. "Good boy," they said again, the term feeling natural on their tongue.
Quackity positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressing against Y/N's slick entrance. He paused, savoring the moment, the anticipation thick between them. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a low growl of need. With one swift thrust, he filled them, making Y/N cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He didn't give them time to adjust, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in again. Each thrust was punctuated by Y/N's whimpers of "Good boy," growing louder with each stroke.
Their nails dug into the wood of the desk, leaving small half-moons in the polished surface as they took him in, inch by glorious inch. Quackity's hips moved in a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving Y/N's face. He watched the play of emotions there, the way their eyes fluttered closed and their mouth fell open in ecstasy. He felt a thrill run through him, knowing that he was the one causing this reaction, the one who could make them scream his name in pleasure.
He reached down, his hand wrapping around Y/N's neck in a gentle yet firm grip. "Look at me," he demanded, and their eyes snapped open, locking with his. The contact was electric, a silent conversation passing between them. Quackity's thumb traced a line along their jaw as he whispered, "You're mine. Say it."
"I'm yours," Y/N breathed, the words coming out as a whimper of need. It was a declaration that sent a shiver down their spine, and Quackity's smile grew wider, his eyes flashing with something that was part challenge, part adoration. He leaned in, his mouth claiming theirs in a deep, bruising kiss that left them gasping for breath. His hips never stilled, his cock driving into them with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As the minutes ticked by, the sounds of their passion filled the quiet officeβthe slap of skin against skin, the wetness of their union, the guttural noises of pleasure that they couldn't contain. Quackity's hand slid from Y/N's neck to their chest, his thumb finding their clit once again. He began to rub in earnest, the pressure increasing with each thrust. Y/N's body tightened around him, their walls clenching as they approached the precipice of climax. "Good boy," they whispered against his lips, the praise a soft benediction that only seemed to spur him on.
Quackity's pace grew erratic, his strokes becoming shorter and more intense as he chased his own release. His eyes bore into Y/N's, a silent plea for them to come undone first. Y/N could feel the tension coiling in their belly, the pressure building like a storm about to break. "Good boy," they murmured again, their voice shaky. It was all the encouragement he needed. With a final, deep thrust, Quackity's hand tightened on their neck, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside them. The orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body shaking with the force of it.
Y/N's own climax crashed over them in waves, their pussy clenching around Quackity's still-throbbing cock. They moaned, their back arching off the desk, as pleasure consumed them. Quackity's grip loosened, his hand moving to cup their cheek as he kissed them gently. "You're so fucking incredible," he whispered, his voice a hoarse rasp. Y/N felt a warmth spread through them that had nothing to do with the aftermath of their passion.
They lay there for a moment, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat. Quackity pulled out, his cock glistening with their juices, and helped them up from the desk. He wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them close, his forehead resting against theirs. "I need you again," he murmured, his voice a desperate plea. Y/N nodded, their body already responding to the hunger in his tone.
He picked them up, carrying them effortlessly to the plush couch in the corner of the office. Quackity sat down, his legs spread wide, and positioned Y/N on top of him. They straddled his hips, their dripping wet pussy hovering just above his cock. He watched them with hooded eyes, his chest heaving with each breath. "Ride me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Y/N complied, sinking down onto his cock with a gasp. It was a deliciously slow descent, their walls stretching around him in a way that made Quackity's toes curl. He groaned, his hands on their hips, guiding their movements. They began to move in earnest, their hips rolling and bouncing as they took him deeper and deeper. The friction was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had them both moaning in unison. Quackity's grip tightened, his nails digging into their skin as they found their rhythm. Each time they reached the base of his cock, he thrust up, burying himself even further inside them.
Their bodies moved together, a dance of desire that was as old as time. Quackity's eyes never left Y/N's, the connection between them palpable. He could see the trust in their gaze, the way their pupils dilated with each stroke. It was a heady feeling, one that made him want to possess them completely, to never let them go. He reached up, his thumb circling their clit once more, the sensation pushing them closer to the edge. Y/N's hips stuttered, their movements growing erratic as they chased their release. "Good boy," they whispered, the words a benediction that sent him spiraling.
With a roar, Quackity thrust up, his cock buried to the hilt as he came deep inside them. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and power that had him seeing stars. Y/N's body convulsed around him, their orgasm crashing over them like a wave. They collapsed against his chest, their heart hammering against his ribcage. For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the feel of their bodies entwined.
Quackity's hands stroked over Y/N's back, his grip firm yet comforting. "Fuck," he breathed, his eyes closed tight. He could feel his cock still pulsing, the aftershocks of his climax sending tremors through his body. Y/N's head lolled back, their eyes closed in bliss. "You're mine," he murmured, the words a quiet assertion that sent a thrill down their spine.
They leaned in, their breath hot against Quackity's neck. "Always," they whispered, their voice a promise. The weight of their bodies felt like home, a feeling of belonging that neither of them had expected to find in the backroom of the Casino.Β
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Hope you liked it lmao (yes Ik I've said that a million times now lmaoo)
