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[ao3 request] "hi idk where im supposed 2 request but can u maybe do bottom zuka x reader smut🥹🥹 zukas my yumeeeee"

OKAY YOU GUYS CAN SHUT UP ABOUT THE ZUKA SMUT HERE DAMN! (lovingly)

🛻zuka x reader smut❤️‍🔥

"sweetheart, i don't think it's gonna fit. it's too big.." zuka groans, strained effort evident in his tone. sweat glistens on his neck and he feels his muscles giving up on him. you'd been at this almost all day, and it hasn't been easy for his old bones.

you push in aggressively. the sudden action induces a muttered "shit" from zuka, clearly unprepared as he stumbles backwards. he swears that your determination will be the actual death of him.

through labored panting, you grunt out, "not with that attitude it won't! c'mon.. hahh- just a little further... it's almost all the way in.." though he can't see you, he can easily deduce your own exhaustion from the lack of breath in your speech.

as an blackrock army veteran, he can handle this kind of intensive activity decently. but you? he's surprised you haven't keeled over and passed out yet. however, despite it all, you're no less optimistic. maybe you would've made for a good recruit back then?

with some more exertion and thrusting from your side, finally, the box squeezes through the doorway to zuka's living room. you bring your forearm to wipe the sweat off of your forehead, and breathe out a long sigh of relief. "phew! see, what did i tell you?"

but all zuka does is shake his head, before he sets the box down. "don't go getting yourself hurt over some boxes, love. though, i appreciate the help with moving these in. spring cleaning's always a hassle, but we need to stay organized." as a show of gratitude for your help and to your dismay, he lightly pats your head. it's become somewhat of a habit that further establishes his seniority, yet you can't help but feel like you're being coddled like some child.

offhandedly, zuka had mentioned that he had to sift through his stuff. since opening da shop, he's been occupied with keeping stock and inventory that he hadn't gotten the time to look over his own belongings and throw out any junk. and naturally, you volunteered to help. anything to help the elderly, right?

"you can go ahead and look through the box now, i'll work on gettin' these new shipments up for sale. just put everything you think is junk in a pile. hope i can trust your judgement." immediately getting to work, zuka navigates to another box and starts unpacking its contents. you figure you should get busy too, and carefully pull back the flap of the box of zuka's things.

almost instantly, your eyes dart to a picture of a younger man with blue horns shaped like zuka's, sharp blue shades to match, and a toothy grin. judging from the grain due to the older technology it was taken with, the picture must've been taken a long time ago. you devilishly beam as you pick it up between your index and thumb, turning on your heels to question the demon of the hour.

"who's this tall drink of water?" when zuka looks up from restocking to see what on inpherno you're talking about, he fiercely cringes once he sees the photo. right, he'd forgotten that he held onto that, and now you've found it. though it's not the worst thing, it's a memoir of the past and what he used to be.

his shoulders rise ever so slightly as he sucks in his teeth, ".. that's me, from when i served in blackrock's military. but that business is behind me, i don't take orders from anyone anymore." as he talks, you absentmindedly glance over to the box he was working with earlier. a bright strip of what appears to be leather poking out especially piques your interest. it sort of looks like a.... nooo, it couldn't be. but when you inspect it closer, it becomes undeniable.

thinking back to what zuka said only a few seconds ago, the timing is perfect. he 'doesn't take orders' anymore, huh? you'll see about that. "is that so...", you draw out, an underlying scheme evident in your voice. an eyebrow raise from zuka. he knows that tone as a harbinger of disaster.

"i heard that, sometimes, commands are drilled into soldiers so hard that they'll snap to attention instinctively even when it's been years after they've retired. like a pavlovian response!" with both of your hands behind your back, you inch towards the older demon.

his tired eyes cautiously watch your every move. yet he doesn't dare take a step backward, despite his rationale screaming at him to. in the end, his curiosity is much stronger.

"..what are you getting a—", zuka begins, but the clean click of a leash snapping onto the collar you'd quickly pulled over his head answers his question for him. his lidded eyes widen as he ghosts his fingers over the collar, like he needs to confirm that it's really there and his old age isn't getting to him. suffice to say, this certainly wasn't what he was expecting.

"...?"

"attention!" the barked command echoes throughout the shop.

before he could even think about it, zuka's body automatically stands perfectly upright, arms at his side, and feet faced in a 45 degree angle. still, and ready for the next command.

"oh wow, it really is true!", you gawk in amazement, eyes shining with pure joy. meanwhile, zuka is far from amused. once he's snapped out of his split-second soldier mindset, he allows himself to slack back into a casual posture.

in an attempt to get you back to work (and also get himself out of this less-than-favorable position), zuka begins, "there, you've tested your little theory and it was right. now let's—"

but a harsh tug reins him forward by the neck, catching him off-guard and off-balance.

"hrgk..!" all the wind gets knocked out of him at once.

the tight collar is constricting his airway, not so much to the point of pain, yet he can feel it strain every time he breathes or swallows. there's a lot more waiting in store for him, isn't there? you'd be a fool to not take complete advantage of the veteran being at your mercy.

"i don't think i said 'at ease' yet. back to attention, soldier!" even you can't believe your voice could get so demanding. once again, he involuntarily snaps to that strict stature. it gives you a rush, holding such power over the b. zuka. for once, he's not the one in charge.

you lean in, to the point where your breath would fan on his neck as you sternly speak, "no stepping or speaking out of line, or you'll be punished. do i make myself clear?" when you mention 'punishment', you gesture with the leash to clarify, a light jingle ringing out in da shop as you do.

"yes... sergeant." he plays along, an utter surrendering of his dominance. the words are heavy on his tongue. it's been a while since he's said them.

you chuckle, "good boy."

don't get him wrong, he's not listening to you because he's actually intimidated. he knows he could easily stop this little show at any time, turn the tables, and order you around.

but zuka would be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit intrigued in where you were planning to take this. besides, rocket's always telling him that he should be more loose, so here he goes.

his interest heightens when you drop down out of his sight. yet he cannot follow you with his eyes, soldiers must keep their head level after all. though he doesn't stay out of the loop for long, because he gets a pretty good idea of what's about to happen when he feels a tug on his belt.

ah, so this was your grand scheme all along.

"tell me soldier, did i get you excited?" you coo, like his apparent boner wasn't your complete doing.

zuka swallows thickly. it's not like the demon didn't suspect it would go in this direction, but that doesn't make him feel any less humiliated for practically admitting that he's turned on by this.

"yes, sergeant."

internally, he curses at how well it rolls off of his tongue. his days as a soldier are slowly but surely returning to him. or maybe they never left him at all, just waiting for an opportunity like this to be revived.

from the bottom of his vision, he notes the movement from your head as you look up at him. "i'm going to play with your cock, soldier. and i want you to stay perfectly still like you are now the entire time. do you copy?"

there, that's your offer for him to back out if he so chooses. a reminder that what happens now is completely his call. but is it truly?

a momentary pause. though, it feels less like contemplation and more like delaying the inevitable. "...copy that, sergeant."

it's unfair. it's completely unfair to get him hard as a fucking rock then give him the illusion of free will, as if he wouldn't jump to agree for you to relieve him. and he'd bet bux that you asked anyway knowing that. but he can't complain now. soldiers only obey commands. they don't question them.

the moment he gives his verbal consent, that belt is good as gone and zuka can feel his cock spring out of his pants once they hit the floor.

"i knew you wouldn't let me down." even without seeing your face, he can hear the smile from the delighted lilt of your voice. you've got him right in the palm of your hands, quite literally as you wrap your fingers around the base of his dick. his length is decently girthy, to the point where your fingers are unable to completely reach around it.

slowly, you pump your free hand to his tip and back. your fingers languidly slide up and down his length, dragging over some veins, and you briskly swipe your thumb over his tip every time you reach it.

zuka has to clench his teeth to hold back a breathy groan and not buck into your touch. the sluggish pace is excruciatingly and painfully understimulating, although he suspects that's part of your challenge.

all the while you stare at zuka's face for any reaction, only to be disappointed when you see none. tsk, he's good at this. but you've only just begun.

"you're doing well so far. let's see how long you can keep the streak up, yea?"

"yes.. sergeant," his response comes immediately, betraying a bit of hope that you'll quicken the pace to a speed that's more to his liking.

you pick up on it (both your pace and his neediness), and swords does it bring a smile to your face, watching the slightest muscle on his face spasm from the change. "desperate, are we? i didn't realize my soldier could be such a whore."

"..i don't believe i'm a whore, ser- sergeant... gh.." audibly, his voice falters. zuka's hand tightly clenches in a fist, his nails digging into his palm. slowly but surely, he's unraveling under you. yet he still tries to maintain his dignity.

after you roll your wrist to bundle up the leash, you harshly yank on it. zuka is barely able to let out a strained choke as his neck lurches downward a tad before he rises back to a straight posture. he might not have noticed that his cock twitched to get even more erect, but you certainly do.

"well, that's not up for you to decide, is it? don't talk back to your sergeant." your warm breath tickles his tip as you lean forward with your wet lips, practically kissing his length. "obedience is too good of a look on you, soldier."

your praise is the last that zuka hears from you before a hot moistness slides over his cock, enveloping over half of it. upon you taking him in your mouth, a low and guttural sound emanates from him, the demon unable to hide the pure pleasure he's feeling.

and oh fuck, when your tongue swirls around his length, he can't control the light stutter from his hips even if he tried. the combination of your lips and hand on his dick makes his head spin, it's so much at once.

a restless urge festers beneath his skin the more he fights to keep his calm composure. zuka's blood is boiling hot, and if he has to keep idly standing still, he's going to actually lose it. evidently, blackrock does not train its soldiers to withstand a simultaneous blowjob and handjob.

"permission—fuck—to touch- hngh.. touch you, sergeant—?"

he almost regrets asking when you take your mouth off to reply, but considering the stunt he's about to pull, it's a small price to pay.

"permission granted—mmf!" as soon as you approve of his request, zuka's hand shoots out to grab a fistful of your hair and proceeds to impatiently fuck your mouth on his cock, eliciting a surprised and muffled squeal from you. perverted slick noises ring out in da shop as his tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat, and it takes everything in your power to not gag.

in a futile attempt to regain your power, you repeatedly tug the leash to get him back in line, but to no avail. in fact, it seems to spur him on more as zuka continues to mercilessly use you like a fleshlight. he's completely given up on holding himself back, letting his expression contort with pleasure and an assortment of grunts spill out.

"shit—shit, you feel great 'round me, hun.. just—a little, hah- a little more, alright—?" all he gets in response is a disgruntled noise, which brings him even closer to the edge with the vibrations from your throat. zuka makes the fatal mistake of looking down at you, blush darkening upon seeing your tear-filled eyes glaring back in a pout. in his opinion, you are the most cute when you're upset like this.

"permission—ghh.. to cum in your mouth?" how kind of him to try and keep up the facade that you're still in charge. considering your mouth is a little 'occupied' right now, you figure the best way to denote your permission is to grab onto the back of his thighs and suck him off harder, feeling his cock throb and pulse around your tongue. zuka's smart enough to get the idea.

a few more erratic thrusts, and zuka's warm seed shoots down your throat. you do your best to swallow it all, but some inevitably dribbles out of your mouth. his cum tastes a bit salty, and it helps to ground you with how dizzy you feel from zuka forcing you down on his dick.

he withdraws his softening cock out from your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting them when they part. after shuffling over to the counter for a napkin and wiping himself off, he pulls his pants back up. and to put salt on the wound? he's reaching down to pat your head again. you hate how genuinely comforting it feels, resisting the incredibly tempting urge to lean into his hand.

"sorry 'bout that at the end. guess i've gotten rusty at standing at attention. in all fairness, i did tell you i don't listen to commands anymore."

you swat his hand off, though there's no real anger put behind it. "how hard could standing still be?! i'll bet you just wanted to be a jerk."

zuka shrugs and chuckles, his crow's feet wrinkling in amusement. "maybe. it's fun to ruin your fun."

"hmph, you don't even sound like you're sorry. maybe i ought to keep the leash on you as punishment!"

"hah."

"..." you squint at him with furrowed brows, your expression keen on remaining serious.

zuka sweats, "...you're joking, right?"

***

the door clicks behind rocket as he enters the house, "i'm back from sword's- DAD WHAT THE FUCK!?"

his previously neutral expression warps into one of shock and horror as soon as he spots the leather leash and collar snug around his father's neck.

zuka doesn't even look at him, face flushed in embarrassment since he already had to deal with this manner of reactions from customers the whole day. "just go to your damn room, rocket."

(parade postscript: with all the hype around this im so scared its not gonna live up to it dont bash me with rocks please I TRIED)

#zuka phighting x reader #zuka x reader #nsfw #phighting x reader #phighting! x reader #roblox x reader

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