Zanka was leaning against your legs, which was quite unusual, especially when you were with the others.
Night was beginning to fall, and the rest of the Cleaners were arriving from their day's missions. Some just came in to say they were okay and left, but others stayed in the same room as you.
Some even brought their dinner in bowls so they could spend time with their friends. As the others began to gather around, Zanka had no choice but to sit on the floor, leaving you the only free seat on the worn-out sofa in the center of the room.
Everyone else was talking about their missions, how the trash beasts were becoming more and more terrifying, and how much they needed a good vacation.
You, of course, weren't listening to a single word of the conversation. You were too focused on watching Zanka's steady breathing. His back was completely against your knees, forcing him to maintain a perfectly straight posture, which was rather uncomfortable, to be honest.
Your hands fidgeted on your legs, undecided whether to move on to playing with Zanka's hair.
"To hell with it," you thought.
And you began to comb it with your fingers, just at the ends. Zanka felt it and tensed even more, but said nothing.
You moved your fingers deeper into his hair, almost reaching his scalp. He let his head fall onto your lap, and his eyes sought yours. They looked tired, but he still never asked you to stop.
The upright posture he had maintained began to change, until finally you saw that he relaxed completely.
Occasionally, he moved his head to indicate that you shouldn't stop, even shifting his position several times to lean back more comfortably on your lap.
You couldn't help but smile. Zanka looked completely different in this situation. He usually didn't let others see him so vulnerable, but with you, that didn't matter.
Yeah, he (stole)rented an apartment — a safe space for the both of you to meet up in. You’re his love, after all. His sweeet little opiate. Even if you are with those cleaners, who gives a fuck? You’re only meeting up with one of the men that threaten their cause! No biggie.
CW: FLUFF + NSFW, cunnilingus, dry humping, biting (gentle), fingering, choking, riding, penetrative sex — Jabber is a little freak. So is reader.
WC: 5.3k
“Sooooo?”
Jabber removes his hands from your eyes, resting them snug on your hips while you're left soundless at the sight of a well polished room. Blinking owlishly as you realize what you’re looking at.
An apartment.
Jabber insisted each time you snuck out of base that he’d rather hang with you in an actual room. He’d pout on about being unable to stay in your room in the Cleaner’s base — and you being unable to stay in his room back at the Raider's.
He did the next best thing. Carved out a loophole and somehow made it work.
Your mouth opens. Then closes again.
“Jabber, you didn’t —“
“Nah, I didn’t pay for the room. Most of the lil’ trinkets I collected myself though.”
He rounds from behind you — huge Cheshire grin on his face as he eyes your expression. Clearly proud of his work.
And … admittedly, it's sweet.
Your eyes soften as you look around the room loosely. Decor. Posters. Plushies. Trinkets. A bed and dressers. Purple flowers. A piercing kit(?) — a gaming console and cartridges he probably stole.
In a strange way, he's like a pigeon decorating a nest. It’s a little unstable but absolutely cute.
“Jabber …” You smile, cupping the apples of his cheeks and kissing the tip of his nose. Jabber grins, nuzzling into your face and sneaking a swift bite to your jaw.
“I was serious about us having a space to hang in when we sneak out,” he ushers you over to the bed. “Sick of those cleaners hogging all the goodies. What they ever do to get somethin’ as pretty as you?”
You couldn’t find it in you to defend the others, at least not now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you feel around the sheets.
Real silk. Not half assed.
“You didn’t have to.” You say, albeit quiet. Feeling a little emotional with the amount of effort he put into the space to make it homey — even if it was just some ‘room’ to hang out in at night.
Jabber's brows screw together as he recognizes your quietness. Plopping onto the bed after you.
“None of that,” he drawls. The last thing he wanted to see after he surprised you with an apartment was a frown on that gorgeous mug. Hell, this was the very tip of the iceberg for the things he’d do for you!
So? He does something you can’t resist smiling at.
His arms wrap around your shoulders and his head dips — his tongue lolling out of his lips as he licks a looooong stripe up your pretty cheek.
You exclaim and attempt to squirm away but Jabber snarls against your skin, fangs bared as he closes his jaw around your ear in a gentle bite. Punishment for trying to break away from his affection.
“Jabber — stop that!” You protest with a wide grin. He plants wet kisses against whatever skin he can reach for his last act before he finally lets you rip away. You fist your skin an attempt to rid the saliva cooling over your face, playfully glaring at him. He blows a condescending kiss toward you, knowing you wouldn’t get that feeling of his smothering love off of you.
"Swear I'll put a muzzle on you one day," You giggle, unable to fight back a timid smile. Jabber pouts mockingly.
"Y'know I'd love nothing more than that."
"Whore."
"You know it."
A demented smile twitches onto his face as a new thought drifts over his head.
“Y’know I’d fuck up a looot of people to give you somethin’ as small as a kitten, pretty.” He says dreamily, lost in his own fantasy. You stop wiping your face to give him a look.
“... You didn’t do that for the apartment, did you?”
He grins, fangs overlapping his bottom teeth.
“This time? Nah — too easy to threaten the guy ownin’ the building. Just told em’ I was a raider and boom. Apartment to myself,” he kisses your forehead, “and my gorgeous wifey.”
Your smile deepens — toeing your boots off and letting them clatter to the ground.
“Wifey, huh?” You muse. Scooting back until your back hits the headboard. Getting comfortable in the space provided as your arms reach for one of the amputated plushes he rounded up for decor, "That's a new one.”
Jabber stays seated on the edge of the bed, content with you getting comfy in the room he basically put together for you. His catty, magenta irises fixed on you. Watching the way your cheek rests snug against the worn fur of the plushie.
The way your body wrinkles the sheets beneath you.
The way the bare, yummy soft skin of your thighs contrast the purple fabric.
His hand idly drifts over to your ankle. Slowly stroking the skin while he bites the inside of his cheek. You have the nerve to look so succulent sweet, mangling his thoughts — and you're not even doing anything.
You're staring right back at him, biting back a taunt for his uncharacteristic silence when you realize he's drinking you in. Savoring what he can for the next few hours before you have to take yourself back to the cleaners.
But when you notice his obvious attention to your thighs, you buffer and break the silence.
"The piercing kit," you nod toward the far corner. Where the plastic box sits beside the video game cartridges. "What's it for?"
Jabber blinks, following your eyes and finding the bin of studs and needles.
"Ohhh, that. For piercing. Duh."
You kick his thigh, earning a laugh straight from his chest as he crawls after you to the headboard. His hand gliding up to your thigh and nestling in the dip of your waist as he sits against the chipped wood.
He wishes you'd kicked him harder.
He folds his fingers over his chest, watching you longingly.
“Want you to give me a few piercings,” he admits. Eyes half lidded as his hand snakes beneath your shirt — nails gliding against the warm skin of your tummy while he tests your waters.
He's delighted to watch you nuzzle into the plushie while he touches you.
“Because I trust you and everything. Pretty thing like you pokin’ holes in me? I’d die the happiest fucker in the world.” He says with a drawl, fingers wandering on down to that hip bone of yours unblinkingly.
Your shoulders shake with a quiet laugh, melting at the gentleness of his touch.
“You just wanna feel the pain that comes with it, freak.”
He hums in consideration, twirling one of his locs around a finger. “Well that, and I think piercings are sexy. You wanna make me look sexy, don’t you?” He drags out his words, clearly roused by the thought.
The corner of your lip twitches into a smile, hand departing the plushie and running the knuckles along his cheek. Jabber responds like an eager kitten given attention, leaning into your sweet affectionate touches as you speak with a bold tongue.
“You look sexy enough.” You remark into the fabric. Jabber's pupils dilate ever so slightly, awed by your playful yet ... sweet words.
“Like .. really sexy.” You add faintly.
For a moment, he’s quiet as a church mouse.
Then, his eyes twinkle while he processes your words.
The underbelly of an invitation, is what that was. You always either teased or laughed off his suggestiveness.
This time? You eased into it on your own accord. And he’d be damned if he didn’t take that opportunity to crack your shell a little more.
His eyes never stray from your expression as he gently pries the plushie from your arms. Tossing it away to some unknown corner of the bed so that he’d have your attention instead. Full and undivided.
With those darling cleaner eyes of yours on him .. he could eat you up right now.
"You know what those words do to me?" He remarks. Eyes fixated on your lips while he takes one of your pretty hands and clasps it against the side of his face. Your tongue feels too fat for your own mouth as you wait for him to finish.
“Makes me wanna tear you away from them cleaners forever," He gently nips the tip of your thumb. "Be a selfish asshole and keep you all to myself."
You breathe quietly. Thumb gently poking at his lower lip - only to twitch away before he can wrap his lips around it. He childishly pouts at the missed opportunity.
"Is that what you want, Jabs'?"
"Yes ma'am."
Jabber's always flirty and stupidly affectionate - yet you haven't seen this side of him yet. He's love drunk.
"And get this," He starts.
"Get what?"
He grins again. Nodding toward the nightstand.
"Right in that lil' second drawer? Loads of fuckin' condoms. Like .. packages on packages."
A blanket of silence engulfs the room. Your thumb twitches away from his mouth as you process his words. Raunchy, unabashed, and most of all? You could tell he wasn't lying. You caught the plastic wrapping for some sort of gas station box in the trash bin a while ago.
In the midst of your silence, Jabber's wolfish grin only grows wider.
"You're nasty." You couldn't help but chortle at his obscenity. Jabber reaches up and cups your cheek this time, Mankira's rings cold against your skin.
"You love me, pretty girl." He coos. Using a forefinger and thumb to squeeze your chin and gently shake your head in his grip.
You snicker and nestle your face into his touch. Lips meeting his thumb in a chaste peck — It makes his eyes shimmer where he sits.
"Maybe I do."
Then, eyes lock again. They don't waver once as Jabber decides then and there that the cleaners do not fucking deserve you.
He'd always ruled out love as some fiction fantasy only the privileged, happy-go-lucky passed around.
Now?
He can agree with those optimistic punks on this one thing.
He jolts forward, his nose knocking against yours before his lips crash into your own. Slovenly but affectionate.
And god, whenever you kiss him? Your lips feel so velvety soft it sickens him. Melting his mind so that he's nothing more than a dog in front of you.
A stupid and horny mutt.
The room is hushed. Save for the sticky sound of the deep kiss Jabber refuses to depart from. Sounds that you have to ignore or else the low heat between your thighs would spread and become unbearable. He forces himself to break away, tearing off his hoodie and getting right back into it.
"You're the most addictive .. mm .. prettiest thing ever," Jabber lilts into the kiss. You whine, absently fisting the sheets while his tongue glides against yours.
He refuses to let the opportunity slip from his fingers. Let you slip from his greedy claws.
Not giving you a wink of time to catch your breath, he grapples your waist and hauls you into his lap but never breaking the lip lock.
"You've been temptin' me all night." His words drift off to somewhere in the room, your thighs rested snug on either side of his legs.
"I haven't even done anything" You muse. Pleased by how easy it is to turn him on. Fingers looped behind his neck to push his lips tight your own.
"Exactly," He breaths. "So pretty and you don't even know half of it. 'Specially these gorgeous thighs you have," accentuating his point, his hand slithers beneath you and holds a globe of your ass in hand. Kneading the fat with a moan. You gasp — and he uses that moment to gently chew your lower lip.
"Could fuck 'em just like this," His breath falters at the thought, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. "You don't know what ya do to me. It's crazy."
You have an idea of what you do to him. For one, you’re his anchor — he’s a little more sane with you. But at the same time, you're a drug he can never replicate. Making his brain all dumb and easy with incomprehensible thoughts of lust.
Your twitching thigh betrays your arousal, you're unable to squeeze them together to relieve yourself. And Jabber notices you struggle.
Oh he notices alright.
Slowly, he breaks the kiss, looking you up and down condescendingly. He has a drunken, lazy grin on his face. Lips slick with your spit as he slowly bites his lip.
"How about it then, wifey?"
He hikes you further up his pelvis ... so you make contact with an obstacle straining his pants. Your eyes flutter down as you realize, in the midst of kissing, Jabber has grown insanely hard. Your eyes flit back up to see he’s gone blank. Drunk off your spit.
He tilts his head languidly.
"Let's fuck, huh?"
He said it in such a gravelly deep tone, you nearly forgot you were a cleaner. Most likely had a job to attend to in the morning.
You weigh your options.
A potential cleaning in the morning? Or a good fuck with your pretty raider. Who, worth mentioning, nested a second little home for you and himself.
The faint throb in your tummy picks the ladder. And so does your common sense.
Jabber watches you with wild eyes. Running a hand along your plushy thigh as he awaits for your response. Sure, he's horny off his head and he’d want nothing more than to bend you in half and pound you silly into the mattress — but he wants your consent above anything else. He can’t make his sweet girl feel good if she doesn’t want it.
You press a lecherous kiss to the underside of his jaw. Gently biting the skin. Jabber breathlessly moans in response.
"That a yes, baby?" He queries quietly, leg bouncing excitedly while you nip at his olive skin. You nod, fingers wandering over the thick tent adding weight to his lap.
"I have ... an hour or two left." You nod toward the door. "Before I have to head back to base."
Jabber grins, flashing sharp but pearly white teeth.
He knew you had it in you. His dirty little cleaner was juuust as filthy as he was.
His black nails scoop you up and mold your ass directly over his clothed cock. Grinding you down on his shaft manually before you take the reigns and rock your hips, the bed gently groaning from the movement.
Mutually, Jabber's hips up and roll up into yours. A dizzying chuckle leaving him as he imagines those other cleaners. And that they had no idea what pretty little Y/N was doing under their noses.
"Atta' girl .. yeah, just like that," He captures your pillowy lips with his own. His hand voraciously squeezes your ass, you whimper before you could stop it. And he swallows it with grace.
Jabber's in wonderland - watching his pretty girl get herself off.
Practically tasting the warmth pulsating from between those soft thighs of yours. So pillowy and soft and ... fuck.
He can't just let you get in on all the fun without him. Bumping that perfect little clit against his heavy bulge ... and you haven’t even taken any clothes off yet!
What kind of boyfriend would he be if he made you come so lamely?
"C'mere baby," He uses the strength in his forearms as he shifts you, "Need to make you feel nice and mushy. Better than you've ever felt."
He rolls you beneath his body, Your head landing on one of the mismatched pillows as he presses dramatic, wet kisses down your neck. Nose nuzzling into your skin on his way down as if he refused to part from you for even a second.
Until he reaches your tummy where he flips your shirt up hungrily. And gets right back to work, worming his tongue along your hip bone before biting it.
"Jabs' - fuck, slow down .." You giggle beneath your breath, he looks up at you from beneath his silky lashes. A crooked smirk hanging off his jaw as he bites the zipper of your shorts.
"How could I when I got all I ever need in front a' me, huh?" He slurs and drags the zipper down your crotch languidly. The sound contrasts the low ambiance of cars just outside of the window.
You leverage yourself on your elbows as you watch him jerk the fabric off your thighs. Avidly smooching each inch of skin feeding his gaze as he slings the shorts to some unknown corner of the room.
For a lengthy pause, Jabber's quiet. His attention fixated on your undergarment, tilting his head dollishly.
"Purple, huh?"
His quip comes out airy. He felt his cock twitch in his pants.
You look away sheepishly. Because you just so happened to wear his favorite color tonight of all nights, right?
But Jabber doesn't dwell on the thought. Instead, tightly grabs and blooms your thighs apart, the skin of your thighs spilling between his fingers deliciously.
He lays himself on his belly, level with the heaven you kept between your flawless legs.
His thumb crawls up the imprint of your slit - made a little more visible with your sweet slick dampening them.
You feel your clit lowly thrum as you watch Jabber discover you with awe. His nubile eyes twinkling when he feels your thigh jump from his light touch, thumb ghosting over your dressed nub.
"Quit teasing'," you fuss. Barely a whisper of breath while he teases you.
"Someone's psyched.." Jabber muses, enraptured watching how sensitive you react to his touch.
Twitching and jumping from some grazing? Oh he'll have fun.
Suddenly he hooks a finger on the strap of your panties. You help him take them off by arching your hips and curling up your legs. The lace gently scraping down your skin as he eventually pulls them off your ankles. Niiice and slow.
Then he balls the fabric up in a fist.
Dropping his head right on down to those cute lace panties and pressing the hump of his nose against the crotch, taking a looong sniff in. Exhaling orgasmically.
An unabashed giggle chirps from his lips as he watches you cringe. Stuffing your soiled panties in the pocket of his pants.
"For safe keepin'. Don't worry, I'll give them back to ya. … Someday." he returns to your awaiting pussy. Hiking the backs of your thighs over his broad shoulders.
Admittedly, watching him scrape up remnants of your scent was hot.
"You can keep them," You get comfortable, crossing your legs behind his skull.
"Wasn't givin' 'em back," he sneers.
Two of Jabber’s thumbs snake up each soft lip of your cunt. Parting them and tackling your clit with his strong tongue. You gasp, fingers grasping his locs to stabilize yourself as he bullies your sensitive nub.
Your back arches off the silk sheets, hands claiming purchase on his voluminous locs to stable yourself while you take it. Take his confident licks and listen to the obscene slurping that rings off the cracked wallpapers. Feeling his saliva bead down to your ass as he sloppily munches on you.
"F - Fuck.." You whine breathlessly, "You're, mm, good at that."
Jabber was muses at your compliment, glancing up at you from between your adorably wobbly thighs.
"You sound surprised, baby. You wound me," he slurps your swollen clit into his lips. Wide eyes watching your expression contort while he keeps your hips pinned to the bed sheets. His nails printing small crescent moons into your skin in effort to keep you nice and still — refusing to let you squirm away even an inch as his tongue splits your chubby pussy lips apart.
“You taste so fucking good. Can't get," slurp, "Enough of you."
Jabber's having a blast. But when he suddenly feels you claw at his locs? He could nut in his pants right there. With no shame.
Your cries are music to his ears. He fights back a smile as to not disturb his ministrations, smacking your ass with a strong right hand and enjoying the short lived squeal he got out of you. Squeezing the supple fat to numb the sting.
"Feels... really, hmmph, Fuck. I'm getting close," You whine, gliding your sensitive clit against his nose.
“Thash right baby,” He slurs, “Fuck my fuckin’ face..” He shakes his head before departing from your cunt with a small mwah, his fingers hovering over your heat.
He wonders how, decorated in his spit, your pussy managed to look even prettier than before. With your clit swollen, and your cute little hole clenching around nothing.
Then the rest of you. All flustered and trembling from being on the verge of a hot orgasm. Pupils all dilated and hopeful behind your silky lashes, your fingers clutching his locs so hard he (hopes)figures it might scar his scalp. He grins dreamily, lips lubricated with your sweet juices.
"You're a vision," Jabber crawls back up your body with a hypnotized haste. Your hands fall down to his shoulders and eagerly meet his lips in an imperfect kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hand worms between your bodies back to your deprived pussy.
He prods your slick hole with his pointer and middle fingers and slowly wedges them into your gummy soft walls. But your greedy hole swallows them so easy, you buck up for more.
He smiles at your body’s familiarity with him already. Opening up so easily for his digits.
Your mind goes hazy, his nose crunching against yours as he roughly kisses your thoughts away. Soft clicks, the sound of his knuckles meeting your cunt again and again, fill the silent room.
"Pretty lil' cleaner. Just wanted to get finger-fucked by your favorite raider huh?"
You nod dumbly, aimless nails clawing down his back, leaving the skin raw and red much to Jabber’s sick delight.
At this point, his cock was fighting against the flimsy fabric of his pants. So painfully hard as he feels you squirm and mewl beneath him.
“I’m gonna … cum, fuck, Jabs',” You pant, his rapid fingering making your thighs curl up to your torso. He feels you close around his fingers, swallowing your airy moans as you finally get lost in an orgasm. Your thighs tremble as Jabber sandwiches his fingers deep in your cunt, crunching them so they perfectly career against that sweet spot in you.
“Thaaaat’s right baby." He croons, coaxing you back down from your high — making sure he milked the best of your high.
When your orgasm finally begins to dwindle, he breaks the lip lock with a quiet, sticky sound. Extremely proud of the disheveled, post-orgasmic canvas in front of him.
He looks you up and down, a slanted smirk creeping up his cheek.
"Better than what those cleaners could ever give you, yeah?" He spat out the word 'cleaners' like old, shriveled up gum. Picking up your limp hand and connecting his lips to the knuckle. Intertwining his callous fingers with yours.
Your shoulders shake in an airless laugh. Eyes still fluttered shut as you experience the last bits of your high. "It's not a competition."
"If it was, I'd win right?"
"There is no competition. None of them have ever gone down on me," You smile. He leans his cheek serenely against the back of your palm, watching your pretty face quizzically.
"So ... I win." He concludes.
"Sure you do, Jabs'."
Your eyes crack open to his arm reaching over you, sliding open the top drawer of the nightstand and fetching a purple colored condom between his two, painted nails. He bites his lip as he watches intrigue flicker in the reflection of your glossy eyes.
"Still got life in these legs, pretty?" He asks, hand appreciatively stroking your tummy.
You nod, and Jabber begins to fumble with the zipper of his pants. Erection stretching it so far it looked on the verge of bursting open.
He rolls off your body, laying on his back beside you on the mattress while tousling his pants off, condom laying beside him. Letting them collapse onto the worn apartment floors and leaving him in purple, tight boxers.
Your eyes dart almost immediately down to his cock, clearly outlined under the fabric. And fuck was he leaking.
"You get me so hard it’s unbelievable," He says in awe, palming himself lazily. "Got me feeling all woozy ... fuck I ain't gonna last like this, pretty."
You blink at his ... oddly endearing words. Heat bubbling in the pit of your belly as he touches himself at a snail's pace.
You had to admit, he looked stupidly hot like this — Feeling up his throbbing erection and bitching on and on about how much you effect him.
He inches down the elastic waistband of his boxers and lets his cocoa colored tip peak above the fabric, slick with milky pre. Lazily dragging his thumb over the slit and collecting some of his arousal.
"C'mere," He lets go, holding out two pre-coated fingers and floating them to your lips. "Get a sample."
What a freak.
But you open your mouth nonetheless. Your legs squeezing together as he runs his two fingers over your tongue. The salty taste of his pre replenishing your tastebuds. Jabber curses beneath his breath, eyes centered on you even as he pats around the sheets for the forgotten condom.
He snarls and rips open the rapper with a pull of sharp teeth, yanking the rest of his boxers down to free his heavy cock, rolling the thin layer of rubber over it.
"Eager," You tease while he tows you over his lap like an oversized doll, handling you with the care of a poor man moving gold.
"Yeah I'm eager," He eyes that darling body of yours up and down. Towering above him, light hitting your skin perfectly. Shadowing over your cunt that looms above his lap. It's like you were dangling a carrot in front of a donkey. A disheveled, stupidly horny donkey.
"Now sit on this dick and ride the fuck outta me." He warbles.
If only the others could see you now. They're probably sound asleep, assuming you were well nested in your own bed.
Hell, anywhere but in the apartment that a raider so dutifully decorated just to make you a second home.
After angling his length, you deliberately sink yourself down until you’re fully sat. Heavy balls snug against the crevice of your ass as Jabber moans. Head thrown back and locs strewn over his face as he finally feels your cozy walls wrapped around his dick.
"Shiiiiit," he howls beneath you. You move your hips, slowly finding your stability as the uncomfort shifts into a warm arousal.
Experimentally, you raise your ass then ease yourself back down. A whimper gets trapped in your throat as you find a rhythm. Gently rocking yourself back and forth over his lap, his fat, wrapped tip snug against a spot in you that made you not want to pull him out. Ever.
"Y'feel so good," You mewl, grinding him into your sweet spot. Jabber's convinced you have his soul hostage in that moment. Looking so beautiful above him, like a lustful, white feathered angel sapping what she needed to get her fill from a disgusting man like him.
He feebly bucks his hips. Attempting to get you to continue moving.
"Sweet girl if you keep at that, I'm gonna nut. Way too fast." He admits, and you take it with a grain of salt. Raising your hips, then dropping them back down on him, luring a moan from his throat as you slowly begin to ride him.
The bed rocks beneath Jabber as you fuck him. Pretty tits bouncing beneath your top and the sound of your thighs clapping against his own mixing a sick cocktail that made him mad with lust.
"Fuck yeah baby — fuuuuck just like that. Fuck your r—hah-raider," He growls. Clawing at your cushy hips and unintentionally lining the skin deep with marks.
You're mewling, now. Like a bitch in heat, addicted to the way he kept you filled and whined while doing it.
Something makes your fingers drag up to his throat. Wrapping around the warm skin gently at first. His bright eyes snap toward you the moment he feels your thumbs constrict his windpipe. Like he was just waiting for you to do something like this.
His mouth gapes, hands darting up to wrap around yours as he slowly loses the ability to breathe. A fat grin on his face because he wouldn't trade this moment for anything else.
And you keep riding him, his heavy balls tightening inevitably each time you slam back down on him.
Fuck.
His head goes all funny, eyes rolling into the back of his skull as he mouths 'I'm cumming,' unable to force the words out.
You feel his cock throb. Once. Twice, then he fills the condom with his release. Shooting his hot seed into the rubber with his eyes sealed. You watch him ride out his orgasm, loosening your tight grip on his windpipe.
He slowly gains his bearings, chest rising up and down as he lays there. Used. The best he'd ever felt.
Then he realizes, lifting his chin. You're still riding him.
His eyes focus back on your face. Cute little face. So content with using his dick.
It hurt, but fuck did it hurt so good. He bites his lip as he embraces the overstimulation, bracing a hand on the upper fat of your thigh.
"F .... uck. Baby. Baby y're ... ruthless," He slurs. You let out an airy giggle, in pursuit of your own orgasm as you grind his spent cock. Your hips roll faster as you fall over the edge of your peak, making any coherent thought blip from Jabber's skull. As your pussy slowly milks him for what he's worth.
You keep him sheathed as you collapse onto his chest. Immediately, his arms crowd over your shoulders and hold you tight to his body.
You listen to his heart beat that slams against his rib cage as you slowly descend your high. Nuzzling your cheek against his warm, sticky skin. The lean muscles beneath his skin unmistakeable as you rest against them.
The smell of sex plugged the apartment to it's brim, leaving the both of you floating in the thick afterglow. You have half a mind to spend the night, on his body. Even with the sharp jut of Jabber's hip bones poking uncomfortably into your skin.
Jabber's staring at you again. Heart set ablaze with a feeling so heavy he doesn't know how to deal with the weight. So he settles for tracing tiny circles over your back. Listening to your breaths with a sleepy smile on his face.
"I think they can live with ya being missin' ... just one night." He reads your mind. You lift your head, perching your chin on his collarbone.
"Y'know I can't, Jabs'."
He pouts childishly. He's okay with you being a cleaner — hell, he's into it — but he'd kill a few people for one, quiet night with you snuggled up with him. A night like this.
Your lips mold against his cheek, "But I guess I could spare a few more hours in here ..."
Jabber cracks a smile. If that's all the time he could scavenge, he'll take it.
"M'kay." He purrs, carefully lifting your hips up and off him. Snickering when you cringe at the emptiness.
"Now, about those piercings..."
A/n: this took me eons to write 💔 but I hope u enjoyed :3
I like to think that Zanka would get used to sleeping cuddled up to you.
The first night would be a little awkward. He wouldn't know where to put his hands until you placed them on your waist and he clung to you.
After that, when it wasn't so strange for him anymore, he'd even pull you into bed just so he could cuddle you at night.
If he's in a good mood, he'd prefer to hug you from behind, pulling you close with one hand, and even when he's fast asleep, he'd slip a leg over you.
But if it's one of those bad days, he wouldn't say anything, but you'd know what's going on.
You always know, and that's something he'd have to get used to. On those bad days, you'd initiate contact, placing a hand on his cheek and then sliding it under his neck to play with his hair. He loves that.
If the discomfort continues, you'd both lie down, but you'd be the big spoon, holding his head and playing with his hair and earrings at the same time. He would sigh heavily as he confided in you, or even without saying a word; simply being with you would be enough. His head would rest on your chest as he held you close around the waist.
His face would bury itself deeper and deeper against your breast, inhaling your scent and wishing the night would never end.
When dawn broke, his eyes would seek yours, smiling tenderly before he gave you a light good morning kiss, gently caressing your cheeks.
On nights when you slept apart, he would toss and turn, cursing the time because he couldn't wait to be with you again. Perhaps he would talk to Assistaff about you and how beautiful you are, how much good it does him to be with you. Then he would bury his head in the pillow and writhe in bed again until exhaustion finally overcame him, and he would end up hugging that same pillow, wishing it were you.
The first time he saw you pout was when he denied you the last chocolate bar. You hadn't even been with the Cleaners for a week, and you were already begging him for that little piece of chocolate you so desperately wanted.
"No, forget it," he said curtly, looking you up and down. Then he noticed. The way your mouth slowly opened and closed again, your lower lip peeking out. Your brow furrowed slightly, and your cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink.
Zanka's breath caught in his throat, and he had to blink several times to regain his composure.
From then on, whenever something didn't go your way, that cute pout (in his own words) would appear, and he'd have to look away to avoid drooling over your pretty face.
You looked so adorable. He had to resist the urge to pinch your cheeks.
Now, every time you pouted in front of him, a silly smile would automatically appear on his face as your eyes met his, waiting for him to solve whatever problem had you in that predicament.
Explaining the different first person pronouns that the Osomatsu-san sextuplets use (by a Japanese person)
Uhhhh this is mostly for myself but i thought that my English audience could use this too!!! I'll add more notes and analysis to this when i think of them...
I can only imagine Zanka's beautiful hands (because yeah, they are beautiful, it doesn't matter that they're calloused) holding your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs while he gazes at you with those lovely eyes of his and whispers things like "hey you did really well today" or "you're the most important thing to me" and all those things that make my heart melt 😩
Imagine his deep, slightly raspy voice, because he forces it to sound soft, then he pulls you close with a super warm hug that makes you rest your head on his neck and lets you smell his incense scent...Ugh the dream
—❝We don't pop no percs. Just Zans❞— 𝐙𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚♺𝐍𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮.
. Random Zanka texts.
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪: TBH - PartyNextDoor
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠::(AgedUp!)Zanka
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I was still bored after the first SMAU so i made a random one for Zanka I might do follo or Rudo next. This has a little bit of everything; Suggestiveness, Humor, Fluff, A little bit of angst because of an argument. and some very inconsistent accents because I'm half asleep.
. The GACHIAKUTA men get called 'Bro' and they aren't happy about it.
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪: Ghetto Love Story
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:: (SEPERATE) Enjin, Gris, Bro, Zodyl, Tamsy, August, Corvus, Follo, Jabber, Regto(Taken place in the past.), (AgedUp!)Zanka, and Rudo
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This Smau is just straight bullshit Lol. Lots of memes maybe some OOC. Warning for Zanka's: He made a joke abt women but that's it. Rudo's is a little angsty, sorry 💔 Tamsy is a bit of a stoic dickhead but nothing else that major. It might sound a bit repetitive so that's mb. GACHIAKUTA is so much fun to write for especially Follo and Zanka they are the FUNNEST to write for, which is crazy because I was never that crazy about either of them. Oh yeah btw sorry about the quality drop, the SS on my phone are just buns in this app.
zanka nijiku is safe in your embrace, sleeping comfortably, as you run your fingers through his hair endlessly—massaging his scalp and humming and whispering close to his ear. [ request. / 812 words ]
you had forced him out of the training area, practically begging him to stop overworking himself and just take a break. when you finally urged him to let both him and lovely assistaff to rest, you dragged him to his room and plopped down on the bed with him (after setting lovely assistaff comfortably on the wall, of course).
zanka had fallen asleep almost immediately the moment you took him in your arms. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and wrapped an arm around you.
a couple of minutes in, he’s already snoring softly—proof he’s let himself let loose after all the days he spent killing his body by training excessively.
and while your arm starts to tingle with numbness, you forget about it because of how peaceful zanka looks asleep in your arms.
“you act nonchalant, sometimes harsh, and you’ve got a sharp tongue,” you said to yourself more than to zanka as you continuously ran your fingers through his hair, “yet… beneath that strong facade you put on is a soft heart.”
zanka softly groaned at the sensation of your fingernails against his scalp, but you didn’t seem to realize his waking and went on with your rambling.
“you’re so cute when you fake anger,” you giggled to yourself. “the way your brows furrow, and how your lips pucker… i wanna kiss you so bad, you know that?”
oh. zanka for sure feels like his face is starting to heat up—whether from embarrassment or fluster, he isn’t sure.
“after everything you went through, you’re still so thoughtful to others, and i hope you’d be kind to yourself as well. you’re so strong, zanka. so strong, i admire you for that.”
tears started forming and threatened to fall from zanka's eyes, and his heart flipped a little at your words. how can you say such tender words towards him? he who is always so aggressive on the battlefield, he who only knows to seek victory and the best version of himself no matter the consequences.
“you’re so hardworking it hurts.” you leaned closer to zanka, your cheek lying on top of his head. “i hope you take care of yourself… i’m scared one day i’ll be gone, and you won’t eat properly and on time. i don’t want that. i’ll haunt you forever.”
zanka has no idea how long you've been talking to the asleep him, but he's starting to hear your voice strain—perhaps from the dryness of your throat or maybe… maybe you're about to cry?
ah, he won't let that happen.
with his eyes still closed, he moved his hand to feel and interlace it with yours. he lifted your hand up to his lips and kissed it softly.
“hey, i'll take care of myself, hm?” he says, his voice a little deeper than usual.
“you…” you narrowed your eyes on him. “how long have you been awake?!”
zanka's brain fully awoken after your sudden outburst, your face was a red mess, and you were looking at him so suspiciously.
“uh, some time when you were tellin’ me i'm nonchalant,” he answered slowly, scared of the punishment that would come after.
you slammed a palm to your forehead, cursing yourself for talking out loud.
“what? are you embarrassed i heard ‘em?”
you looked at him with an exasperated expression. “what do you think?!”
zanka chuckled. “you sounded like you were about to cry.”
“i hate you.”
“that's not what you said earlier.”
“zanka!”
he only shrugged at your accusatory tone.
“whatever,” you continued. “don't expect to hear anything good from me anymore.”
“i— you—”
“i'm just kidding.” you grinned sheepishly at him and pinched his cheeks until they became red from the pressure.
you knew he lived on praises and acknowledgement, and he definitely likes it more when it comes from you. you were just a little embarrassed because you were saying things you couldn't bring yourself to actually tell to his face, but you're glad it's done now.
“see now that your brows are furrowed and you're pouting?” you teased him with a smile. “so cute.”
“you're cuter,” zanka mumbled.
“what?”
“i said… nevermind!”
“no, you said somethi—...”
zanka took the sides of your face in his hands and leaned in to give you a kiss long enough to wash away the thought of wanting to know what he just said.
“you can't attack me like that, zanks,” you said as you parted from him.
zanka chuckled. “just so you'd stop glazin’ me.”
“acting like you don't like it, now.”
zanka only feigned offense in response, but you know just how bad he likes it when you go on and on with your praises for him.
Imagine you're eating a slice of your favorite cake (chocolate, please). Zanka is sitting next to you, eating a slice of carrot or vanilla cake, because the simpler, the bette...then suddenly a little frosting gets on the corner of your mouth, and Zanka, in a burst of courage and lust takes your cheeks in his hands and kisses you so intensely that you're left breathless, only to finish by saying, "I wanted to savor It"
“EW WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT??” Zanka practically screams out-
“You had something on your face” you shrug, trying and failing to hide a laugh that so desperately wanted to come out. Zanka looked at you like you’d just shot him in the arm.
“So… you LICKED me????” The disgust in his voice oh so evident. This time the dam broke and a laugh bursted out of you, one so pure it made his heart flutter despite the gross feeling on his face. Wiping his cheek he attempted to keep a disgusted face on but failing, giggling along with you at the absurdity.
Oh how you changed his whole world <3
Thanks for reading sorry it has been so long, I’ve been gone and had NO motivation 😭💔
Also sorry this is so short im trying to get back into writing again :)
every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like it’s a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, “BOOBIES!” loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. “aughhh… my heart…” — “what happened?” — “you looked too pretty.”
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first it’s whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. “hello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.”
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, “that one’s mine btw,” like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if you’re cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. “wow. abuse. in my own home.”
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.“this table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.”
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks it’s funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a “walking into walls because he’s staring” way.
would 100% yell “THAT’S MY WIFE!” over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. “okay wait. hold on. i almost got it. why’s this built like a fucking escape room?”
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if you’re shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if you’re taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. “babe do i look sexy today?” — “you’re wearing one sock and my shirt?” — “answer the question.”
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. “WOOOOOOO!!!!” then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. “okay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?”
title lyrics: hi high - loona (translated to english)
pairing: zanka nijiku x fem-coded!reader
synopsis: zanka is taking you on your guy's first date, but it seems lady luck isn't on his side today...
warnings: zanka is awkward / kind of a crackfic / zanka is unfortunate / zanka has manga accent (poorly written) / NOT PROOFREAD. IGNORE GRAMMAR MISTAKES!!! / small chance of second hand embarrassment while reading. so sorry.... / OOC ZANKA. im sorry again... / bad pacing and time skips......
wc: ~2.1k
a/n: HELLO i'm alive. i grinded this one out in a few hours for my queen @hannii-space (and bc i really needed to get at least one of these old reqs done too.....). no song link for this one because we are still boycotting blockberry creative.... i highkey could not think of any lyrics to go with this one so you get loona because i love this song and i think this lyric is hilarious #stanloona #boycottbbc
“are ya done in there yet?” zanka said from the outer side of your door. you two had been dating for just under two months at this point, and he was finally taking you on a date. He meant to take you out sooner, but you two being cleaners meant that you both stayed booked and busy.
“almost! Just putting on my perfume!” you shouted to him from your room. you quickly spritzed your perfume around your figure and rushed to put your shoes on. you opened the door and shuffled out on one foot, the other bent up as you fixed a strap on your shoe. “hey there, sorry i took so long.” you said while awkwardly chuckling. you put your other foot down and straightened out your top. you looked up at him. “well, don’t you look nice! you clean up quite well, don’t you?” you said, partially teasing, but mostly genuine.
“ya look nice, too.” he said after scanning you from head to toe. “i like the necklace. really brings out yer eyes nicely.” he points at the necklace that laid on your chest before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“aw thanks!” you smiled at him. he gave you a soft smile back.
“lets get goin’ now.” he said as he cocked his head towards the stairs. you nodded and walked alongside him to the staircase to the main floor. when you got to said staircase, he went down a step, looked back at you, and reached a hand out to you, to which you gladly accepted.
he gently guided you down the stairs until the last few steps. he let go of your hand and looked back at you again. you smiled at him, and he smiled back yet again. unfortunately of him, since his focus was on you, he missed the last stair and fell on his hands and knees. instinctually, you covered your mouth in shock (and to hold back your laugh, but he didn’t need to know that). he took a moment to squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment before shooting back up to his feet. “are you alright?” you said sweetly after gaining your composure. he brushed off his knees rapidly and cleared his throat.
“ahem. ya didnt see that.” he said before turning around and leading you to the main entrance of cleaners hq. you followed close behind him. you both said your goodbyes to semiu and enjin, who were gossiping at the front desk.
after walking all the way over to canvas town, you both walked onto the main street. he walked alongside you now rather than in front of you. you had your arms out to your sides, and zanka thought this would be the perfect opportunity to hold your hand. as you both walked, he tried to reach over to you, painstakingly slowly. just as your hands were finally about to touch, you reached over to your purse to grab something from it. he turned to watch you, sighing to himself in defeat. he stuffed his hands back into his pockets for the next few minutes.
you two looked around the town at all the graffiti and art all over the place. after five minutes, he nudged you in the arm gently. you looked over at him. “this way, follow me.” he spoke as he led you into one of the many alleyways. it was dark, tight, and there was a mysterious liquid dripping from one of the sides of the buildings.
“uhm, are you sure this is the right way, zanka?” you said, nerves making your voice shake. you gripped both hands onto your purse strap.
“trust me, i know where we are goin’. we are fine.” he said, trying to reassure you. something rustled behind you, making you jump.
“eek!” you screeched before rushing to grip zanka’s arm tightly. he stopped walking, a blush creeping up his neck. he quickly collected himself and leaned down slightly to your level.
“look, the end is just up there. yer gonna be okay. i gotcha, i promise, m’kay?” he said softly to you, trying not to break into a blushing frenzy. he pointed at the light at the end of the alley and steered you to the end. until, just as you were arriving at the end of the alley, a piece of discarded cardboard had fallen from somewhere and lightly grazed his arm. he let out a yelp.
“gah!” he shrieked out. he skittered out of the alley with you still in tow, gripping his arm. “ack! jeez!" he said dramatically. he unconsciously shook you off and swiped at his shoulder. you stood off to the side awkwardly before he had fully processed what happened. after he realized that he had shrugged you off, he hastily apologized to you. “sorry y/n, i lost my cool back there. my bad…” he said, disappointed in his own actions.
you raised both hands and waved them “it’s alright, really! that was kinda scary, after all. lets just keep walking to the restaurant.” you said. he nodded and continued to lead the way.
after another few minutes of walking, you had finally arrived at the restaurant he wanted to being you to. the awnings outside of the restaurant as well as the windows were squeaky clean, there were fake flowers and vines around the entrance, and the metal on the door was gilded brass. it seemed pretty fancy for a ground establishment, but you tried to pay it no mind. zanka held the door open for you. “why, thank you!” you said. you stepped through the door, you glanced around the restaurant in awe. it had dim, romantic lighting and fancy centerpieces and candles on each table. zanka really went all out for your first date, huh?
zanka closed the door behind him after stepping in, but not before accidentally bumping into you from behind. you stumbled forward and he caught your waist. “ah, sorry!” he said before throwing his hands up at the sudden invasion of your person bubble. you giggled. he stepped around you and went up to the hostess stand and spoke to them about a reservation while you looked around the restaurant. the hostess grabbed two menus and lead you both to a table meant for two. she set the menus down and walked off.
you placed your purse down on the table. as you were about to pull your chair out, zanka practically jumped across the table to do it for you. you chuckled as you sat down and helped him push your chair in. he sat down in his own chair. a waiter appeared out of nowhere and set down a glass of water for each of you. “thank ya,” zanka addressed the waiter. he picked up the menu and simultaneously took a sip of his water, before promptly choking on it upon seeing the prices. you glazed up at him in concern. he cleared his throat again. “so sorry.” he said quietly.
“hey, are you sure you wanna eat here? it is a little pricey…” you said, your voice uneasy and low.
“don’t worry about dat. like i said, i got ya. just get whatchu want,” he replied with a low voice, too.
“hm, alright.” you hummed. you both browsed the menu for a few moments. you laid your menu down and looked over at him. “im between two choices. what are you getting?" you over leaned closer to him. he lowered his menu and looked at you.
“i think im gonna get-” he starts to speak, but he had tilted the top corner of his menu right over the open flamed candle on the table. his menu slowly sparked a flame. “oh, my god! err.. uh..” he said while panicking. you shot your hands up in the air and backed up into your chair, unsure what to do. he quickly stood up and dropped his menu on the table and splashed his water on the menu and candle. the flames had diffused and the smoke floated in the air. he let out a sigh of relief and sat back down.
“are you okay?!” you questioned, reaching across the table for his hand.
“yes, yes… i'm fine… i think…” he said as he took your hand. his hands were slightly sweaty. after a moment, a very upset looking hostess and seemingly restaurant owner came up to your table, looking down on the both of you. the owner sternly pointed you both to the door. you looked at zanka, you both looked back at the owner, and then back at each other. zanka sighed. you grabbed your purse, and you both stood up and pushed in your chair. walking past the owner and hostesses, you both profusely apologized.
zanka walked out of the restaurant, humiliated. he turned his back to you and held his hand in his hands. after a few moments, he looked up and dragged his hands down his face. he faced you again. “im really, really sorry, y/n. dis is not how i wanted this date to go at all.” he stated sadly. he looked down at his shoes. “i wanted this to be perfect for ya.”
you stared at him solemnly for a moment before breaking out into a smile. “oh zanka, so what if it's not perfect? this has been the most entertaining date i have ever been on. just being here with you is perfect to me.” you remarked, walking up closer to him. you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a hug. he stiffened up, but melted into the hug and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“yer too sweet,” he murmured. you both pulled away from the hug.
“why don't we get some ice cream?” you said.
“whaddabout dinner?" he replied.
“pfft, who cares about dinner? ice cream itself can be a meal.” you playfully retorted. you both started walking down the street again.
“no it cannot! ya sound like that little brat rudo,” he said. you giggled. you both continued going back and forth until you reached the ice cream parlor.
you both ordered your ice cream and zanka paid for the two of you. you continued strolling and eating your ice cream until you came across a bench. you sat down, and zanka plopped down next to you. you glanced over at his ice cream. “what did you get again?" you asked.
“hm, somthin’ like salted caramel. ya want some?" he extended his cup out to you. you smiled and took a spoonful of it into your mouth.
“you can have some of mine too, if you want!” you graciously offered, the ice cream still in your mouth. you extended your ice cream cup towards him. he took a bite with his spoon and hummed in approval.
“it’s good,” he said with a smile. you smiled back. you continued eating each other's and your own ice creams. after you had both finished, you started the walk back to hq.
halfway through the walk back, the sunset had progressed to a point where the sun was now a sliver against the horizon. you looked to the sun and stopped walking. zanka stopped close behind you. you both stood their, soaking up the sunset and each others presence. after a few minutes, dusk had hit the sky. you continued walking alongside zanka. you took his hand in yours.
as you arrived back at hq, it was dark out. the light from the windows and shadows from the people inside projected down onto the ground in front of the building. you both entered the building, and let go of his hand. he (cautiously) led you back up the stairs to your room.
he opened your door for you. you walked in and turned around to face him. he stood outside the doorframe. “thank you for the funnest date ever zanka. i really enjoyed it.” you smiled warmly at him. you stepped up to him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, your lip product leaving a mark. his faced turned red instantly. "good night,” you said before slipping away into your room and closing the door.
he stood there, stunned. "er… good night!” he shouted through the door before speeding off to his room.
he quickly entered and slammed the door behind him. he leaned his back against his door and looked up again. how was he so lucky to have someone like you in his life? he reached up, touching his cheek where you had kissed him, smiling to himself. he looked over at his desk, and saw the bouquet of fake flowers he was supposed to give you before the date. his smile dropped. "goddamn it, zanka," he said to himself.
pov: zanka after getting kicked out of the restaurant
a/n: im writing this on a new keyboard and the keys sound so satisfyinngguuhhhh ouhhh my ggodduuuhhhh.......
Zanka's beautiful girlfriend doesn't pay him much attention
It started with morning training. Zanka approached you after finishing his routine. He looked tired and sun-kissed, but he still greeted you with a smile.
"Good morning," he said, holding you by the waist and leaning in to kiss you, but you were quicker and gave him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning," you replied. He looked at you, confused, but didn't think much of it.
It wasn't until all your displays of affection faded throughout the day.
During the mission you were both sent on that afternoon, you fell into a pit that one of the garbage beasts had turned into one of its nests, injuring your ankle. Zanka had to handle the mission alone.
"Good job, Zanka," you said with a smile, patting his shoulder. He blinked two or three times and sighed.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, confused. Normally, you'd kiss him straight on the lips when you both finished the mission.
"I just twisted my ankle," you replied casually and limped toward the truck.
He stood there, even more confused, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at Assistaff as if the stick knew all the answers and then walked behind you.
Things got worse at dinner. You were sitting at the dining room counter, savoring an ice cream you'd been saving all day, your right foot elevated on a stool to reduce the swelling from the sprain. You didn't even notice when Zanka entered the room until he placed a hand on your lower back.
"How are you feeling?" he asked. He'd decided to ignore your attitude and give you the benefit of the doubt. He leaned on your shoulder, trying to hug you.
"Fine," you replied curtly.
"I'm glad."
He moved away and looked for something to eat in the refrigerator, without success. He came back to your side and sat on the stool to your left. He didn't say anything else, just watched the way you ate your delicious ice cream.
"It looks good," he said.
"It is good," you said, plunging your spoon into the dessert and bringing it to your mouth.
He leaned a little closer to you. He wouldn't say anything, but his gestures made it clear he wanted some of your ice cream, and you knew it. You looked at him, and he looked at you; neither of you said anything, so you went back to savoring the ice cream.
Zanka rolled his eyes and stretched out on the stool, then leaned over the counter, resting his chin on his hand.
"Are you mad?" His voice sounded subdued. You glanced at him and smiled.
"Of course not, Zanka." This time you patted his head, and he stepped back.
"Then tell me why the hell you've been acting like this with me?!" His eyebrows furrowed, and he moved the ice cream out of your reach to have your full attention.
"What are you talking about?" You pretended not to understand what he was talking about, but you knew perfectly well what he meant. The question was, would he understand?
"You've been ignoring me and acting strange all day."
"Strange how?"
"You know..." He lowered his voice, checking that no one else could hear. "Not affectionate at all." His cheeks flushed, and you couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he looked.
"I haven't been affectionate? But I just petted your head."
"I'm not a dog."
"But when Enjin does it, you get excited," you defended yourself.
"Last time I checked, Enjin wasn't my girlfriend."
You laughed again and looked him straight in the eyes. Your expression changed completely, and Zanka had to back away. Instead, you moved closer to him, clinging to his uniform jacket.
"Maybe I'd be more affectionate if my boyfriend didn't forget to give me my goodnight kiss," you whispered in his ear.
Zanka was perplexed by what had just happened. His beloved girlfriend, whom he knew as the sweetest girl in the barracks, had just given him chills, and now you were comfortably eating your ice cream again.
"What?" he murmured weakly.
"That's right, Zanka. Last night you forgot to kiss me goodnight. I'm just showing you how I felt."
"I didn't know you were so vengeful."
"See how it feels?"
He looked at the ground, unsure what to say, and then looked up at you.
"Forgive me. I won't forget your goodnight kiss again."
You smiled again, this time sweetly, and took one of his hands, bringing it closer to you.
"I forgive you." You took a spoonful of ice cream and offered it to him. He happily accepted with no choice but to pull the bench closer to you when you grabbed his uniform jacket again and kissed him, this time on the lips and just the way he was used to.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀zanka was known for his husky and rather brash voice, tone mostly impassive and bitter. he'd never tried to change his tonality, whether before or after joining the cleaners — no one had ever commented on it before and it seemed like everyone was a little 'rough around the edges' anyway so he fit right in.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀though that all changed when he had made you cry. of course, he hadn't meant to. but he had had such a grueling day, starting from training rudo early in the morning to then having to go on quite the torturous mission that had his entire body aching. and as always, you had been the first to greet him with the biggest hug and asked him how the mission had went and filling him on what you'd been up to in the meantime. "get off me, will ya?! can't ya see i'm really tired?!" he had grumbled.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀and in his head, he thought he'd said it rather normally. he was unbelievably mistaken when he saw the way your eyes watered, trying your best to blink away the tears. before he could even try to explain himself, you'd left to go back to your room, wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"that is no way to talk to a girl, zanka." gris said from behind, patting his back gently. "you sounded very angry with her. you must be more careful when you speak."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀and ever since then, you'd noticed that change. how his voice was so much more softer and gentler whenever he spoke to you. never again did he raise his voice at you, no matter how angry he got. if he ever was, he'd simply take a few breaths before telling you he needed some space to himself. this change in him was so sweet to you and whenever he'd speak to you in that soft voice, your heart would flutter and you'd feel butterflies bloom in your lower stomach.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"can you tell him not to yell at me too?" rudo mumbled beside you after an excruciating session with zanka. "he's always so nice to you."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you giggled at that, lightly ruffling his hair as you helped him clean up some of the scratches he'd gotten. "well . . if he likes you as much as he likes me, maybe one day he will."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀rudo pondered on that for a few moments before tutting, "yeah . . that's never gonna happen."
