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Schlatt stares at Quackity, his brow furrowed as he stares at the nineteen year old, he watches how Quackity wipes the blood from his thighs. Something in Schlatt snaps, though, he was just okay with Quackity cutting like he is. Schlatt reaches up to run his fingers through Q’s hair, when Alex leans into the touch, Schlatt begins digging his fingers into the hybrid’s scalp, earning a yelp, he then yanks it.
It wasn’t a soft yank, it pulled a chunk of hair out of Quackity’s head, and pulled him to the floor, Alex’s cry comes from the back of his throat, Schlatt scoffs, looking at the chunk of the ravenette’s hair in his hand, he drops it, scoffing. “Fuckin’ pussy.” He growls out, Quackity barely has a moment to catch his breath before he’s kicked in the stomach roughly.
“What? Can’t ya handle it, sugar pumpkin?” Schlatt chuckles, grinning down at Quackity, he nudges his stomach with his boot, looking at how much blood is leaking out of the cuts Quackity has on his forearms. “John-… Schlatt… Please fucking stop..” Quackity mumbles, Schlatt chuckles again, taking a step back, tapping the ashes off his cigarette.
Schlatt takes a step forward, swinging his leg backwards, and then swinging it forward, slamming it into Quackity’s ribs, earning an ear piercing scream from the teen, Schlatt scoffs, sitting down on the bed behind Quackity. “You’re just a pathetic good for nothin’, pumpkin. You have no place here, you’re nothin’ to anyone? Why haven’t you given up?”
Quackity continues to sob into the carpet, babbling incoherently, begging Schlatt to calm down. “Stupid whore.” Schlatt mumbles, he is taken by surprise when Quackity stands up, getting into his face, he looks up at Quackity’s tear stained and red face, internally wincing at the finger shoved into his face.
“Don’t you ever fucking call me a whore, I’m yours and always yours, I’m *no* fucking whore, you got that? Did my words make their way into your thick fucking skull?” Quackity growls out through gritted teeth, not caring how much he’s spitting into Schlatt’s face. The fifty year old is left speechless, he looks up at Quackity, gently grabbing his hips. “I’m sorry-“ Quackity cuts him off.
“Don’t you dare, ‘I’m sorry’ me! You stupid fucking bitch! I’m not your goddamn toy! I’m so much stronger than you give me credit for! You’re nothing but a low life bastard!” Alex screams into Schlatt’s face, his neck is then grabbed, in one quick, swift move, he’s on his stomach, face down into the bed, with his neck being grabbed, pinned down.
“Alexis, I thought I’ve taught you better, you don’t talk to your owner like that.” Schlatt mutters into Quackity’s ear, Quackity tries pushing Schlatt off, struggling to get the older man off, screaming, shouting, kicking. Quackity’s panties are quickly discarded in another swift move. “Fuckin’ stop it!” Quackity whines out, squirming around.
Schlatt doesn’t exactly struggle to keep Quackity still, he more struggles to keep him from screaming his head off like the whiny fucking bitch he is. Schlatt yanks his wings, causing a loud cry to escape the hybrid’s throat once again, but no, no, not a cry of pain, more one of pleasure. Schlatt grins, biting down on his cigarette a better harder than he meant to.
“Does my bird like that, hm?” Schlatt asks teasingly, earning an annoyed huff from Quackity, Schlatt takes that as a yes, before pressing his middle and ring fingers into Quackity’s warmth, hearing a small cry escape his mouth. He presses his calloused fingers deeper, all the way until Quackity’s pussy has engulfed everything to his knuckle.
Quackity mumbles something under his breath, growling into the pillow, Schlatt presses a third finger in, hearing a very annoyed whine come from Quackity’s mouth, usually meaning it’s too much, but Schlatt really couldn’t give a single fuck at the moment, so he presses his index deeper, holding Quackity’s hip as the teen lifts his hips up. “Calm your ass down, sugar.”
Quackity whines, he yelps when his hair is yanked up, “Use your words, slut.” Quackity tried burying his face back into the pillow, but instead, his throat is grabbed, so he speaks instead. “Fuck me.” He whines out, Schlatt doesn’t have to be told twice, his boxers and sweatpants are off in less than thirty seconds.
Schlatt pulls his fingers out, lining his leaking cock head with Quackity’s dripping warmth, quickly slamming in mercilessly, earning a loud scream from the boy underneath him, when Schlatt pulls out and then slams back in, Quackity laughs dryly. “You’re so fuckin’ old, you’ve lost your charm,” He mumbles, grunting when he’s slammed into again, “I’m surprised that wrinkled fuckin’ dick of yours can even get hard anymore.” He laughs out, grunting with each thrust, Schlatt slaps Quackity over the head roughly, earning another laugh and insult.
“You need to learn your place, pumpkin spice..” Schlatt growls out, pulling out and flipping Quackity over, he pushes back in roughly, looking into his brown eyes, he sighs, brushing back a bit of Alex’s black hair, kissing his shoulder, speaking. “Stupid fuckin’ whore.” He mumbles, Quackity shakily runs his fingers through Schlatt’s brown hair, looking up at the ceiling, seeing stars each and every time his cervix is hit.
Schlatt bucks his hips into Quackity a few more times, before he finally finishes into him, Quackity grins, looking at Schlatt, cupping his face, kissing his dry lips. “Old man.” Schlatt scoffs, pinching Q’s clit, earning a small grunt from Quackity. Schlatt pulls out and lays down, pulling Quackity so he’s laying down next to him.
“I love you, Johnathan.”, “I love you too, Alexis.”, “How much?”, “Fuck you mean, ‘how much’?”, “How much do you fuckin’ love me?”, “I fuckin’ hate you.”, “Just fuckin’ say it!”, “I love you to the moon and back, pumpkin.”
//I’m tired. Sorry, isn’t proofread:)\\