Pride (Paw-Patrol one shots)

G - Rocky X Zuma

Couples in this chapter:
▪️Rocky X Zuma
▪️Chase X Skye
▪️Marshall X Everest
▪️ Rubble X Chelsea (OC)

⚠️😂⚠️I apologise in advance for this...
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"Zuma, I'm home!" Rocky yelled as he kicked off his shoes and set his bag on the floor. He could hear the TV in the living room and walked in, seeing his husband laying down on the sofa, channel surfing. He stood in the doorway, leaning against it, and cleared his throat. Almost immediately, the brunette shot up and looked behind him, smiling when he saw who was home.

Yes the two were married, but that didn't mean Rubble had moved out of one of the spare rooms yet. Actually, Marshall still lived in the house too, while Everest lived with Chase and Skye. The only couple to have a place to themselves was Sweetie and Tracker.

Regardless, Zuma jumped over the back of the sofa and into his lover's arms, wrapping his limbs around the taller of the two.

That was another thing that had changed; back in school, Zuma had been a decent amount taller than Rocky. Not anymore! Rocky was about a head taller than Zuma - still lean and somewhat feminine - but taller.

"Geez, calm down Love." Rocky laughed, quickly grabbing Zuma's thighs to stop him falling. The brunette ignored his comment and began to kiss all over his lover's face before finally kissing his lips and running his fingers through his hair. He continued to do this while Rocky struggled to walk to the sofa and sit down. Once he did, Rocky moved his hands to his lover's sides and pulled him closer while the brunette dragged his hips against Rocky's, causing both of them to groan into their kiss.

You see, Zuma had been home all day, bored out of his mind and frankly, the couple hadn't slept together for a while.

Okay maybe it was only a week but have you met them?!

So naturally, he planned to pounce on his husband as soon as he walked through the door.

"Someone's needy." Rocky smirked against Zuma's lips while the shorter of the two continued to grind down.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Rocky gently pushed his lover away, firmly holding his hips so he couldn't move closer. The brunette whined.

"Don't make me say it." He begged.

"Alright." Zuma smiled in victory before realising he was being lifted up and sat next to Rocky who stood up and walked to the kitchen. "I'm starting dinner."

The shorter sat on the sofa and huffed in frustration, both sexual and general.

'Come on Zuma. Don't cave in. You used to be the dominant one, you don't need him that bad." He said to himself. There was a few moments of silence before he groaned. 'Who am I kidding? I'm desperate!"

Zuma sprinted to the kitchen and threw himself at Rocky, clinging to him and beginning to beg.

"Please, please. Rocky just do what you want to me. I am begging you." He tried to pull his lover up the stairs but had no such luck. The grey haired male gave his partner the silent treatment while he looked through the cupboards. He wasn't actually looking for anything in particular, just winding up Zuma.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to the brunette. He knew what he had to say to get some attention. He stood behind Rocky and slipped his arms around his torso, standing on his toes and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Come on. I wanna play." He whined, hot breath hitting his lover's skin, noticeably giving him goosebumps but despite the attempt, Rocky didn't give in so easy.

"Well, go play by yourself."

'Okay, tactic two.'

"But my toys aren't big enough, I need something bigger." He hesitated as Rocky raised an eyebrow and looked at him smugly. He still wasn't backing down. Zuma mumbled a word under his breath and looked down. It would've been incoherent to others but Rocky heard it perfectly.

"What was that, Kitten?" The taller tilted his lover's chin up and rested his other hand on his waist.

"I said please daddy." Now it wasn't that the brunette was uncomfortable or embarrassed with using the word he'd been so reluctant to use, he just worried that when someone else was home, they'd hear and use it to irritate him.

"That's better." While Zuma was worried about the fact that Rubble was somewhere in the house, Rocky didn't care at all. He knew that he (and Marshall) had heard them numerous times before; they were more focused on the fact that Rocky topped more now rather than the actual words they heard.

Besides, Rocky didn't see them paying the rent so as far as he was concerned, the couple could do as they pleased.

"How about you carry on upstairs and meet me up there, ready for me? Okay?" Zuma didn't actually respond, worrying Rocky a little.

"Zuma? Zum?" The brunette snapped out of his daze and focused. "Colour?" Rocky asked, making sure he hadn't said anything out of line.

"Green," came the response "I'll meet you upstairs."

"Good boy." With that, Zuma scampered up the stairs excitedly while Rocky waited for a moment. He turned and looked at the door to the pantry. "You can come out now."

The door opened and there stood Rubble with what can only be described as a face of mild disgust.

"On that note, I'm going out so I don't have to listen to any more of your... obnoxious dirty talk." The blonde screwed up his nose and shuddered.

"You're just jealous." Rocky laughed.

"Yeah, right. Anyway, why do we have hand cream in the pantry?"

"Well, it's not mine, I wouldn't know." The taller shrugged.

"Strawberry. It's probably Everest's, she must've left it here." Rubble said, grabbing his car keys. "Luckily, I'm headed that way to meet Chelsea. See ya."

"Make good choices."

"You're telling me to make good choices when you're about to... y'know what? I'm not even gonna finish that sentence, I'll be sick."

"Goodbye Rubble." Rocky laughed as their housemate left and quickly made his way to his and his spouse's bedroom, only to see Zuma looking through 'the drawer'.

"Problem. We're missing the bottle of... of..." the brunette stammered. He wasn't usually this stuttery when it came to sex, only when he was submissive.

"Lube?" Rocky asked, amused at the shy side of his partner that he rarely got to see.

"Yeah. I mean it's not a problem, the room just won't, well, smell of strawberries." The brunette gave a slight giggle. Rocky laughed until the words sank in. Strawberries.

"Oh, I think I know where it is." he sniggered.

"Not important right now. Just hurry up daddy and fuck me!" Zuma demanded, getting impatient and pulling Rocky on top of him.

Let's just say, it was a long night...