[kurosqki]

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[deepsummitfate]

an: eijiro filming you bouncing on his dick to send to katsuki while he's on a mission overseas..

[recording started]

"f-fuck, yea, just like t-that.." eijiro moans, one hand digging into your hips while the other holds his phone in his hands. the camera a little shaky, but you two both don't care.

you're bouncing up and down eijiros chubby length. his thick tip plunges deep into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl.

"e-eiji! so biiiig!" you whimper, both hands placed on his chiselled chest, he lets out a breath. the lewd sounds of your skin slapping and your wetness fill the microphone. your eyes squeeze shut, letting the feeling of eijiros cock take full control of you.

"say hi to– fuck! shit, just like that–! katsuki baby." eijiro groans, his hips snapping up softly to meet your bounces. a creamy ring around his cock and sticky, gooey lines of your arousal mixed with eijiros pre are shown clinging to yours and his thighs with every bounce you make. "o-oh suukkkii.. miss yooouu." you whine out, grinding yourself down on eijiros cock – you let out a high pitched moan and he lets out a deep groan.

eijiro repositions the phone as you begin your movements again, his free hand moves it's way to your sensitive little clit; his thumb pressing down hard on the numb, making you gasp. "mffgh– fuck!!" you curse out, head lulling backwards.

"see how m-much a dirty girl she is? f-fuckin' makin' a mess– o-oooh, fuck, gonna cum." eijiro groans from deep in his chest. his thumb quickens it's circles and you moan out. "ei– ei– mmffg fuck! y-yes, yes ,yes. 'm cumming! 'm cumming!!" you sob out, your hips still and eijiros begins to thrust up into you to finish the job. you let out a silent scream, your thighs shaking as your pussy tightens to cream around the chubby, thick length of eijiros cock.

"s-she's so messy for us k-kats. we miss– oh fuck, cumming!" eijiro stills his hips upward, spurting ropes and ropes deep in your creamy pussy. you whine at the feeling of his hot cum inside before you fall down on his chest. eijiro moves the phone downward to show where the two of you are connected still; taking in a good shot of your pussy now leaking out all of eijiros cum. eijiro's hand lands a soft slap! on your ass, making you whine into him. he moves his phone camera back up so katsuki can see you fucked dumb and drooling on eijiros chest. the red head smiles towards the camera.

"we miss you kats, can't wait for you to be home!"

[video ended]

an: and katsuki jerked himself off so hard that night in his hotel room also thank u all for 500+ followers :'') big smooches for all!

[lipstainedgemini]

nerd geek otaku nervous wildly inexperienced!megumi x nerd geek otaku nervous wildly inexperienced!reader and he’s jerking it over you while you finger yourself and lowkey neither of you know wtf you’re doing but it’s really hot

[shakinghamster]

my favorite thing is when i'm reading a fanfic and the author writes something that lmk that they're black and then i check their page to see that i'm right. it feels like we're interlinkedddd

[kurosqki]

zanka has a (not so) secret praise kink ?!

content: fem!reader ⸝⸝ modern au ⸝⸝ contains smut

zanka had never been the type to discuss what got him turned on.

he kept those things to himself, partly because admitting it felt embarrassing and partly because he was convinced he’d come off as some weirdo if he actually said it out loud.

so, naturally, he never told you how much he liked receiving your praise.

a compliment here and there, little things you probably forgot about hours after saying them. all of that would always stick with him.

it had been a long day of running errands, your boyfriend zanka is carrying groceries up the stairs. he’s balancing the heavier bags without complaint, arms flexing under the weight.

“woah, you’re so strong,” you say, glancing back at him with a small smile. “impressive.” the words slip out without much thought.

he pauses for a split second, cheeks flushing pink. he shifts the bags higher up his arms before he muttering, “it’s nothing, baby” and follows you inside your shared apartment.

in his head though, fuck.

he could’ve came right then and there.

he sets the bags down in the kitchen. you notice he’s shifting awkwardly, but you brush it aside anyways. maybe he’s tired.

later that night, zanka slid in beside you in bed, skin warm and freshly clean from his shower. the bedsheets ruffle as you lie down facing each other.

he pulled you in for a cuddle, one arm draping over your waist while your head rested on his chest. your hands were on his stomach, fingers tracing idle lines that made his breath quietly hitch.

zanka’s hand slid down your back, slipping under the hem of your shirt to trace the bare skin.

“you’re so warm..” you told him, voice soft. he hummed in answer, but then you added, “you always know exactly how to hold me,” his fingers flexed against your back.

“yeah?” he answered, voice slightly rougher now, almost surprised at how quick it hit. your hand slid lower on his stomach. “yeah.”

zanka rolled you onto your back, kissing down the line of your jaw. “you tell me that all the time, you know?” he says between his kisses.

“mhm.. thats because i mean it every time.” you slip your hand down to palm the growing erection that’s been tucked away in his boxers, his hips rocking forward into your hand.

you shove the boxers off of him, tossing them aside onto the floor. cock already hard and aching, settling right between your thighs.

he leaned in, kissing you before pulling back to look at you with his pretty blue eyes. “so handsome, zanka. i want you inside me already—take them off” you whisper.

he groaned low and needy, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties. he tugged them down your legs and tossed them near his boxers

zanka lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, “tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he murmured and sank in slowly. one long, deliberate thrust until he was buried to the hilt.

you both moan at the feeling, his forehead resting against yours for a moment as he caught his breath. you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back as he begins thrusting more steady, deep strokes that had the bed creaking softly beneath you.

you reached up, fingers threading through his hair. “you feel so good, zanka. so good inside me...”

his rhythm faltered for second. a flush spread across his cheeks and he let out a shaky breath. “fuck… keep talking,” he rasped. “i—i like it when you say those things.” he kept the pace steady and deep, grinding against your sweet spot on every stroke. sweat slicked his back under your hands. “please.” his voice cracks, “tell me how good i’m doing.”

“you’re doing so well,” you whispered against his ear, kissing the heated skin on his neck. “all mine, d-don’t stop.”

zanka moaned out loud, hips snapping forward with more urgency. “o-okay i won’t stop. you know i want to make you feel good…” his voice was shaky, raw, every thrust made another soft noise from him.

“good boy, zanka. so perfect. cum for me when you’re ready, okay?”

he shuddered above you, rhythm turning into short, desperate thrusts. “fuck—yes, i’m cumming—” he buries himself deep and came with a broken whimper, feeling it spill hot inside you, his face pressed to your neck.

even through the aftershocks he kept moving in short, desperate rolls, whispering, “yours… all yours. thank you… fuck.”

when he finally stilled, he stayed right on top of you. breathing hard, cock twitching occasionally. “did i do do good?” he asked, voice sounding so hopeful.

you stroked his hair, smiling. “mhm. you did so well, my baby.”

zanka loved your praise so much. more than he’s ever willing to admit it.

he’d still roll his eyes and tell you to shut up, putting on that corny nonchalant act whenever you brought it up. but you knew your boyfriend well enough to see right through it.

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a/n: i feel like zanka is such a wannabe nonchalant dude but unfortunately for him he’s extremely chalant because he’s so downbad for you lmfaoo

the art in the beginning is by @/moll4321 on twt

[kurosqki]

oh ichigf we miss you so bad 💔💔

[sexyluxxy]

modern au zanka is the type to be giddy as fuuuuuck when you text him, the whole kicking his feet and rolling around on his bed and waiting to open the message just because of how excited he is

[otterwifey]

Being Zankas girlfriend but Jabber noticed you

———

When Jabber saw you in that trash beast he was pumped. You looked like you could rock his shit and he was READY to be thrown around by a hot lady.

So imagine his disappointment when he ends up with Mr. Bad attitude instead of fucking ruby roundhouse. He didn’t know your vital instrument or anything about you, just that you took care of lil Rudo.

“Hey shortstack blondie, who’s the buff chick?”

Zanka doesn’t answer and just activates his assistaff and start swinging at him as Jabber jumps away.

“Come on man! Hook a brother’ up! She strong?”

“Would beat your ass for sure, freak..”

“OH HO OH REALLY???”

They start swiping at each other, but Zanka was way more focused than before as he was swinging.

“What’s the jinki, huh?! love me a girl that can beat the shit outta me!”Jabber jumps around as Zanka swings at him.

“Too bad she isn’t into psychos!” The giver yells before blocking mankira to connect with his head.

“Uh huh and how would you know that?” Jabber says with a voice dripping of sarcasm.

Zanka swings down at jabber extra hard. But he dodges and the blond man leaves a sizeble dent in the ground. He has to look up at jabber hanging from the wall.

“I’m her boyfriend, fucker”

Then jabbers face falls for a second before getting a wicked grin as he jumps down and starts swiping at Zanka. His attacks miss or get blocked by that damn stick but the moment he does connect to the blond man’s ribs.

“You don’t know how to handle all’ that”

[xokiis]

the lack of aphrodisiac centered janka fics is shocking to me like jabber has already canonically drugged himself and zanka many times so why not add a little sex pollen to it

[getoville]

`𓏲𝄢 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹TILL I SEE STARS !

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── content warnings: fem reader, suggestive, dirty talk, teasing, zanka gets hard, secret relationship . . . ᯓ★ based on this req !

zanka who is sooo sensitive! way more than the typical person with erogenous zones. even his earrings that hang elegantly from his lobes can sometimes get him squirming when the dark blue feathery strands graze against the crook of his neck

and he tries to hide this embarrassing fact from everyone, especially you. but his methods are blatantly obvious with the way he fully tenses up his muscles with caution when you engulf him in a warm embrace as your delicate hands wrap around his nape, all while your fingers paw at the soft hairs.

“good job today, i’m proud of you.” you purr shamelessly in the shell of his ear after a timely mission.

your intentions are sinfully motivated yet your actions could be perceived by the other cleaners as mundane, in the sense that it’s muscle memory for you two to indulge in skinship.

zanka stifles in your hold but quickly reciprocates. his hands instinctively move towards your waist to grab ahold of, but hesitates and decides on wrapping his arms around your back instead.

“same to you, but ya' have'ta be more careful next time,” he lightly lectures you as his ears burn a shade of crimson red from your praise.

“hm? why though?” your voice dips into a rich vibrato, airy and light with dubious intent, “wouldn’t hot nurse roleplay be fun?” you tease absentmindedly.

warmth quickly runs rampant through zanka’s veins leading for him to abruptly pull away from the embrace then grabbing ahold of your shoulder to keep you at a reasonable distance, “are ya' crazy! ya' can’t be talkin' like that… ” his tone doesn’t match the firmness he wishes to convey as the last of his words lightly squeaks out.

you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal your excitement; zanka was always so easy to toy with. a composed facade he’ll put up for everyone but with enough prodding, he’ll twitch and spasm diligently under your touch and melt like butter from your sweet-toned words.

“don’t be like that..” you swiftly remove his callused hands from your shoulder to intertwine your hands with his. you lean back into his personal space, your soft lips graze his lobe before speaking just below a hushed whisper which sends a static sensation creeping down his spine.

“…if i was injured wouldn’t you just fuck me till i see stars to make me feel better?”

as your words confidently leave your mouth, the reddish hue that dusts his ears inches its way down his neck to blossom over his skin. you can practically see the gears turning inside his head as he processes your words.

zanka opens his mouth agape then closes it and repeats for a few seconds as he stares at you shell shocked. all while your doe eyes beam innocently at him.

“whaddya mean by that—!”

you quickly remove yourself from his vincitity and drop your hold of his hands as follo is soon seen in your line of sight, waving for you guys to catch up with the others on the walk back to headquarters.

“c'mon zanka, we gotta go!” you jog up ahead with a smug smirk, giggling to yourself watching him trip over his feet to catch up to you.

when he finally does, the flustered look on his face doesn’t falter but his eyes contain hunger, a particular insatiable greed that turns him into a different man. he matches his steps with yours, walking in sync with you.

there’s a loud silence that follows, the kind that buzzes with anticipation of the next move to be placed on the chess board.

he opts to breaks the silence first. “…ya' really can’t be talkin' like that in front of tha' others. follo almost caught us.” his voice doesn’t waver; he’s serious this time with furrowed eyebrows.

“it’s not my fault you look so sexy while fighting, mhm gets me all wet, y’know.” you hum contently, linking arms with him while fiddling with the sleeve of his uniform. his heart beats erratically inside his chest and his hips just barely twitch.

zanka is known for having quite a sharp tongue in any given situation but the lewd words that spew out your pretty mouth has clouded his mind for possible rebuttals. instead, he folds his bottom lip tight between his teeth, biting down hard to somehow control the growing bulge in his pants.

it’s not until you both reach the jeep that complies with the rest of your colleagues where you sit in the backseat pressed up against the window and zanka himself, is when your palm just casually grazes the tent in his pants before you turn your head over to whisper in his ear.

“you gonna put me through the mattress when we get back or what?”

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[barelyalivesstuff]

Warmth—⁠☆

In which Zanka is pretty dirty minded.

Fluff, suggestive, f!reader and crack || Thank you for the request dear<33

Riyo hadn’t even meant to start it.

They were just sitting around, killing time, when she leaned over with that annoying little grin and asked, “So…why do you like Zanka that much?”

You froze.

Then you laughed.

Then—unfortunately—you answered.

“I mean—have you seen him?” you started, hands already moving as you talked. “He’s loud and stupid and acts like he’s all bite, but he’s actually really sharp when it counts. And he’s loyal. Like, ride-or-die loyal. He doesn’t hesitate when someone needs him, and that’s— that’s really cool, okay?”

Riyo blinked once. Twice. “…Wow...You’ve thought about this.”

“And another thing,” you barreled on, heat creeping into your cheeks, “he’s kind without being fake about it. He knows who he is. And his fighting style is insane, and the way he carries himself—ugh. It’s just—Zanka is cool.”

Neither of you noticed the shadow that had appeared by the doorway.

You kept going. “Oh! And his hands—they’re really good for—”

Suddenly, a warm hand clamped over your mouth.

“STOP,” Zanka hissed, face bright red, eyes wide like he’d just walked into danger. “You are NOT finishing that sentence.”

Riyo lost it immediately. “OH? ZANKA? DIRTY MIND, MUCH?”

You pried his hand off, mortified. “What is wrong with you?! I was gonna say they’re good for warmth during winter!”

There was a beat of silence.

“…Oh,” Zanka muttered, looking away. “...That’s not what I thought.”

“You’re disgusting,” you deadpanned.

“Tch. Says the one rambling about me for five straight minutes,” he shot back—but his ears were still red.

Riyo cackled. “So you heard everything?”

Zanka shrugged, trying (and failing) to look cool. “Enough.”

You crossed your arms. “And?”

“…You’re not wrong,” he said quietly.

Later that night, it was colder than usual.

You were sitting near the fire, half-focused, when Zanka dropped down beside you without warning. No words, no warning, jst—plop.

“…What,” you said.

He didn’t look at you. Instead, he casually reached over and took your hand, threading your fingers together like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Winter,” he said simply.

You stared at him. “…You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“...You said my hands were good for warmth,” he replied, smugness dripping from his voice, despite burning red himself. “I’m just being useful.”

You tried to pull away, to tease him, he tightened his grip—gentle, steady, undeniably warm.

“…They are warm,” you admitted.

Zanka smirked, glancing at you sideways. “Yeah. I know.”

And for the rest of the night, he didn’t let go once.

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[kurosqki]

❤︎ dad megumi who…

• dad!gumi who acts like he doesn’t care but will have hundreds of photos of his daughter on his phone

• dad!gumi who has one of his divine dogs walk beside her everywhere like a personal bodyguard

• dad!gumi who learns all of his daughter’s favorite cartoons so he can understand what she’s talking about

• dad!gumi who fixes problems before anybody can realize. school project due tomorrow? already helping and printing out papers. forgot lunch? he’s on the way with it

• dad!gumi who doesn’t even realize how much he talks about his daughter until someone pointed it out

• dad!gumi who let’s his daughter paint his nails and style his hair because to him, her happiness is worth the temporary embarrassment

• dad!gumi who finds out that uncle yuuji is teaching her cuss words and scolds him for it

• dad!gumi who gets excited when she wants to spend time with him because he knows that won’t last forever

• dad!gumi who texts using the “👍” emoji

• dad!gumi who will remind her about everything. “did you bring your jacket?” “where’s your watterbottle?”

• dad!gumi who secretly loves carrying her to bed when she falls asleep even after she’s gotten way too big for it.

• dad!gumi who gets a tiny bit offended when she starts preferring to hang out with her friends instead of him

• dad!gumi who hears his daughter say “i wanna be like you when i grow up” and he doesn’t know what to say because he spent most of his life thinking he wasn’t someone worth looking up to.

ugh my baby is such a girl dad idc.

[irenethecoolest]

I judge men for having severe corn addictions knowing damn well I read smut every night

[dearchuya]

may we get some fluffy/suggestive chuuya hcss, i love him smm </3 ♡ also i was going through ur blog & why's there so many people not respecting writer's rules recently ugh.. i thought it was js me 💔

‎ꫂ᭪݁ everyone adores you

note. two slightly suggestive (? biting & marking ?) hcs (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 i lubbed writing this so freaking much 𑣲!

꒰੭ . 𓈒 chuuya’s an impulsive buyer when it comes to you. if he sees something he thinks you’ll like he’ll buy it without a second thought. he sees a cute keychain of your favorite character? he’s buying it. he sees a pretty dress in your favorite color? he’s buying it.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 date nights are always planned meticulously. he also makes sure to always take you on at least one date a week, he wants you to know he takes you and this relationship serious.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 whenever he’s super drunk he gets super clingy. he’ll refuse to let go of you for even a second and if you manage to pry him off you he’s whining and complaining until your back in his arms.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 chuuya loves hearing you talk so obviously over the years he’s grown interested in hearing you gossip about whatever dramas are happening in you and your friends lives. he’s so damn nosy.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 taking long relaxing baths with you is his favorite thing to do. the skin-to-skin contact, the wine, the atmosphere, everything about it is just heaven in his eyes.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 he brings you up in almost every conversation without realizing, it just happens. sometimes chuuya doesn’t even realize what he’d said until later.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 he loves when you bite him. the feeling of your teeth on his skin and the way your tongue gently soothes over the marks does things to him he can’t describe.

꒰੭ . 𓈒 you are so important to him and he loves you so, so much. of course he shows it in many ways but his favorite way to show you is by gently holding and praising you while he’s placing kisses and bite marks all over your neck and shoulders.

i can’t imagine how annoying it must be to get your rules broken oh my goodness especially with how many times you’ve specified your inbox is closed </3

i think what happened for me is that my rules were kinda rushed and i forgot to include some things! totes my fault tho im a forgetful girl and i rarely recheck my things before posting </3

i have no idea if this even counts as suggestive but i’ll just tag it as that forgive me if it isn’t !

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[misseyp]

𓏲𝄢 𓈒　embarrassing moments during sex !! ◞ ft. gachiakuta guys + fem! reader

꒰ ˚ ₊ gris ♡ིྀ ꒱

after a long night of gris fucking you into the mattress, his warm hands planted firmly on your hips from behind, the two of you were completely spent. so, it’s only natural that the two of you fell asleep like that; gris still holding you tight, and his cock still buried deep, even as you both snore away. when morning rolled around, you’d assume gris would just pull out and start his day, right? well, no. because he’s in a bit of a.. predicament. he’s stuck. through the night, you clenched around his cock and somehow trapped him inside of you. gris just decides to fall back asleep and deal with it when you’re back awake.

꒰ ˚ ₊ jabber ♡ིྀ ꒱

jabber insisted that you choke him tonight. despite his injuries from a fight earlier that day, you decided to do it for him anyways— he probably wouldn’t accept a ‘no’ for that, anyways. so, you complied; hands wrapped around his neck as your hips roll against his. a moan leaves your lips, hands twitching and tightening against him as your pace quickens. and just as your hands grip his neck a little tighter; jabber lets out a choked groan. his eyes roll back, and a low gurgle leaves his throat. you blink, pausing every movement as you stare back at him. he goes limp for a few seconds, mumbled leaving his lips before he jolts back to life.

“hey— why’d you stop—?!” he yelps, eyebrows furrowing. “that was so good— my life flashed before my eyes, for real!”

꒰ ˚ ₊ enjin ♡ིྀ ꒱

enjin doesn’t mind getting a bit frisky in public. honestly, he quite likes it; the thought of potentially getting caught has him rock hard. so you weren’t surprised when his hand started creeping up your thigh as the two of you sat in the car— with like, practically every other cleaner sitting near you both. maybe not that many… but it sure felt like it. enjin, though, doesnt care. his fingers just keep moving up, eventually finding themselves under your pants and rubbing against your panties. just as he was going to slip them under, finally touching you properly; rudo’s yells out.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ENJIN?!” rudo shouts in horror, before reaching over to shove at his arm. “LET GO OF HER!” he wails, mistaken. it seems he came to a different conclusion than others would.

꒰ ˚ ₊ zanka ♡ིྀ ꒱

zanka, despite his protests, is not the best at taking off his clothes in these intimate moments. he likes to pretend he’s good at it; but you both know the truth. this is why he likes it more when you do it for him. but tonight, he’s decided he wants to try one more time.

“no,” he shakes his head, lightly shoving you to lay down on the bed: “i’ve got this.” zanka reassures with a grin, lifting a hand to shimmy his pants down. he moves to kick them off— but his foot gets caught. and in just a few seconds, he’s already flipped and landing face-first onto the bed, lightly bouncing on the mattress beside you. he just sighs in embarrassment.

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[starglitterz]

zanka x fem!reader; nsfw ; i can't get zanka's hands out of my mind </3

“oh, fuck, zanka, right there-!” 

zanka looks up at you from between your thighs, blue eyes laser focused on every expression flitting across your face. “here? is this where you want me?” he crooks his fingers once more and you keen loudly, “yes, oh, please, zanka, please-!”

“hmm.” seemingly ignoring your pleas, zanka makes a mental note of the exact spot that made you moan like that, as well as the angle and depth at which his fingers were curved. he'll have to remember this for next time.

you've always known your boyfriend had a bit of an inferiority complex. he constantly puts himself down, always calling himself ‘mediocre’ or ‘an average joe’. since the two of you started dating, this tendency of his has lessened, but instead it lit a fire under his ass to find the best ways to please you, to train until he learns to make you fall apart in seconds. 

zanka treats your body with as much care and affection as he does his lovely assistaff – he's starting to think if he had met you earlier, you'd have become his jinki from how much he cherishes you. he plays you like a well-tuned instrument, always knowing exactly where to rub and stroke and caress to get you squirming under him. he's got the art of pleasing you down to a science after months spent studying every inch of your body. 

zanka's fingers splay across your skin, spreading your thighs enough for him to lick a thin stripe up your slit that has you seeing stars. he knows you like it when he starts slow, teasing outside before properly diving in. you're too shy to ever explain it aloud, but no matter – he's memorised all your reactions, catalogued them in his mind to decipher what feels best for you.

for instance, he knows you love it when he wears his rings while his fingers are inside you. something about the contrast of the cool metal against the heat buzzing under your flesh makes you buck your hips into his touch, chasing more and more of that delicious friction to send you hurtling off the edge.

“c'mon, princess… you can be louder.” he murmurs, breath warm against your skin and the vibrations of his baritone voice going straight to your core. you're so wet the noises your pussy is making are obscene as zanka coaxes more moans out of you with his fingers alone like strumming chords on a guitar. he loves hearing you when you're in his bed, it reassures him that he's doing well and also turns him on enough to the point he thinks he could cum in his pants just from listening to the way his name falls from your lips.  

his gaze is hyper-focused on the mess between your legs, watching the way your thighs tremble and your cunt clenches around his fingers like you're trying to suck him in. you're close, he can tell. he's made you orgasm enough times that he can recognise the telltale signs as soon as you start reaching that precipice.

“zanka, almost there, oh fuck-!”

“yeah?” zanka's eyes darken as he looks at you, wanton and needy underneath him, tears beading at your lash line and those pretty lips all swollen from kisses. he hooks his fingers at the perfect angle while toying with your clit, whispering filth into your ear that makes you melt into his touch, “give it to me, princess. wanna see you cum for me.”

“ngh, zanka-!”

then you're cumming, falling to pieces on his fingers, squeezing him so tightly he thinks he'll never be able to pull out and honestly he'd be happy to be stuck here forever with you – naked and intertwined in his bed, closer than either of you could ever explain with words. 

when you come down from the high of your orgasm, you sigh with delight and snuggle closer into zanka's warmth, cupping his face to pull him into a heated kiss. “love you, zanka. you're the best.”

his cheeks flush bright red and he looks away, unable to meet your sparkling eyes once he pulls apart. “i… i love you too.”

“aw, zanka, don't tell me you're getting shy over a kiss! you've literally been inside me!”

“i'm not- hey, don't say that so loudly!”

“hmm? but i thought you were telling me to be loud a second ago~”

“that was totally different!”

and as you collapse into a fit of giggles in his bed, zanka can't stop the smile spreading across his expression too. maybe he doesn't need to be perfect or a natural born genius. if he can make you laugh despite being just an average joe, he must be doing something right.

zanka my specialest prince i love him sm UGH

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