Paw patrol one shots

Settle a Score

⚠️Smut warning⚠️
I won't say who because I'm mean like that 😂
Also, I wrote this in a class and almost got busted so y'all better enjoy this 😂
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It was a usual, entertaining Friday night at Skye's house. By entertaining I of course mean all of the group were slowly getting drunk.

And by slowly I mean all except Zuma and Chase who were already very nearly wasted.

Yep. A typical Friday.

Anyway, it's no secret that the two brunettes were the most masculine of the group and had always played the dominant role in previous relationships. The funny thing was when they argued about which of them would top the other, both adamant it would be themselves.

The rest of the group all knew that their arguing over the subject was the raging sexual tension between the two and their own dumb way of flirting. What they found even funnier was that in past drunken nights the two had made out very openly and apparently didn't remember it the next day.

Highly amusing.

"Guys, wanna make a bet?" Skye smirked, still moderately sober. Marshall looked down at his girlfriend and then to the rest of the group excluding the previously mentioned boys who were... well no one knew really.

"No. We always loose to you." Rocky sighed, running his fingers through Tracker and Rubble's hair, each of his partner's resting a head on his leg.

"Well I may not win this one yet." The blonde said.

"What is it?" Everest asked, walking back to the smaller group and sitting beside Sweetie, intertwining their fingers.

"I bet £10 - from each of you - that they fuck tonight."

"Yep, you're on. Even hammered they wouldn't." Tracker agreed.

"And a further £10 if they both top each other."

"How does that work?" Rubble asked.

"Take turns. I'm telling you they're switches." Skye waved her hand dismissively.

"If you insist." Marshall sighed, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Chase and Zuma were in the bathroom, away from their friends, making out and trying to pin each other to the wall.

"Careful," Zuma warned, as best he could with a tongue practically down his throat. Chase pulled away a little and planted a few kisses along his neck. "I bite and scratch."

"Yeah? You'll beg and crawl too." The slightly taller growled against his skin before locking their lips together again, this time successfully holding the other's wrists in one hand and above his head while he pinned him to the wall.

Zuma had no problem with someone else being dominant in these situations but this was his best friend - the one he'd been fighting with over this situation for years. He wasn't going to let him win that easily.

Chase felt Zuma smirk against his lips and something push against him, making his knees almost buckle. He opened his eyes and glanced down to see Zuma pushing his knee against the taller brunette.

Oh, he wants to play games does he?

"Aw does someone like that?" Zuma teased. Chase groaned in satisfaction against the other's lips.

"What're you trying to do to me Zum?" He panted, hands gripped to the back of Zuma's thigh.

"Settle this once and for all." He smirked.

"Well in that case," Chase pulled away and dragged the other to the spare room he was staying in for the night, shoving him onto the bed as he locked the door. The light was dim and the curtains drawn closed but he could easily make out everything in the room.