Paw patrol one shots

Marshall X Skye

Wear-wolf/Omegaverse AU

⚠️Smut warning⚠️

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Skye whined and curled up in a tight ball on the sofa, Chase rolling his eyes at the female.

"You okay?" He asked. Skye looked up and glared at the brunette.

"I'm in heat what the fuck do you think?!" She growled. The two were in the living room of the pack house, awaiting their mate's return.

Chase was mates with the future third in command, Everest and Skye was the pack's future Luna, mate to the alpha's son - Marshall.

Even before their group of friends presented as their ranks, the pairs were inseparable.

Most of the small group were Betas. Everest and Marshall were the only alphas while Skye, Zuma and surprisingly Chase were omegas and had to deal with heats.

"Skye, you're sweating. Change into a T-shirt rather than Marshall's sweatpants and hoodie." Chase said, looking at the female.

"No." She snarled. This was typical of her, getting possessive over her mate in her heats and always needing to have his scent on or near her. Chase kind of envied her that way - while he and Zuma had to stay away from their mates (Zuma being mates with Tracker) and other alphas, Skye and Marshall could be around each other all the way through.

Marshall could control himself around omegas in heat. Of course he understood that heats did something to Skye and made her incredibly needy but he refused to mate with her during them. Sure they did stuff and had marked each other, just never fully mated while Skye was in heat.

"Can you get Marshall's pillow for me?" She pleaded.

"Where is it?" Chase groaned, standing up and stretching.

"Our den."

"Hell no!" Chase quickly sat down again, wincing and screwing his eyes shut as he did.

"Whyyy?" Skye whined.

"Because if his scent is on me or mine then on you, we're fucked. Literally."

"Exactly why I want you to get the fucking pillow!" She growled, voice getting louder in irritation.

"No!" He yelled back. Luckily the door opened and the two heard a collective 'oh shit' from Everest, Zuma and Tracker. Clearly, they smelt Skye.

Chase heard his mate call him and he obediently, limp-ran to her while she pulled him up the stairs, away from Skye's scent like Tracker and Zuma had done. Marshall however, walked into the living room and was met with his mate running and clinging to his leg with all four limbs.

He sighed as Skye gave frequent whines from the back of her throat and kept rutting her hips against Marshall's leg. He reached down and picked her up, carrying his shaking mate up to their den, on the third floor of the house. The whole time, Skye had been messily kissing and licking and biting his neck, running her tongue over the mate mark she had left on him almost two years ago.

Of course, the wolf in Marshall wanted nothing more than to ravage his mate, but his current mindset was stronger and he was easily able to resist her physical pleas.

Once the two were in their room, Skye was set on the bed while Marshall closed the door and opened the windows slightly to let some air in. He looked at Skye with pity.

"My poor baby." He cooed, walking over to her and removing his hoodie from her. Skye's eyes lit up with excitement before they returned desperate when she saw he was just giving her one of his t-shirts to put on. While she removed his sweatpants from her body, she sighed as Marshall ran his fingers through her hair and tied it up and out of her face and neck. He kneeled in front of her and caressed her cheeks gently, running his thumb over her lips. They felt dry and chapped. He sighed and smiled slightly, pulling one of her lip balms from her dresser.