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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT | ZANKA NIJIKU

ⓘ zanka’s routine has been pretty concrete since he first joined the cleaners, but he’s not against adding in a new step whenever the opportunity calls for it and you’re an abnormality he could never deny.

pairing. zanka nijiku x fem!reader | wc. 3.4k. | genres. smut. minors do not interact. characters aged up to 20+ | warnings. fem oral receiving. somnophilia ( consensual ). zanka takes great care of you. written from zanka’s pov. | return to masterlist.

notes. i am so sorry this is just almost 3.5k of pure pussy eating lol! i hope you will atleast enjoy it - still getting back into the swing of writing after a short break! ✨

Zanka has a routine.

He wakes up, spends most of his spare time training, eats breakfast to fuel and repair his muscles, cleans himself up and then returns to his room at night.

That’s what it used to be like anyway. But now there’s you. You’re an anomaly in his routine but one that he was more than willing to incorporate, almost a little too eagerly actually. Because one thing about Zanka is he’s not one for doing stuff half-assed, he can’t afford to.

He’s not got some innate hidden talent or natural knack for picking up things after only seeing them once, so he works, hard. He puts as much effort into his relationship with you as he does everything else, he studies you, from top to toe.

There’s still work to be done here and Zanka knows that too, he’s nowhere near done yet. He’s just always been that type of person, he’s a hard worker, takes things seriously until he knows everything there is to know about whatever he’s focused on. Every smell, every reaction, every movement.

Which is why when Zanka’s finished with his morning sparring, brandishing the aches of his muscles like a job well done, he’s quick to return to his room to continue a different type of training.

You’re only barely noticeable as he steps into the dimly lit quiet of his bedroom, still lying all wrapped up in his bedsheets like he left you while he quietly makes an attempt to slip off his shoes and prop up his assistaff in the doorway. Zanka doesn’t think he’s quite used to this yet, even just seeing you sleeping in his bed still makes his brain feel like it’s about to short circuit at times, but he tries his best to remain composed as he crosses the room with big steps.

It’s a careful but important part of the routine, the way he brings himself to the edge of the bed and allows himself to admire you for a moment before he proceeds.

Even in the dimly lit room, Zanka can still make out every dip of your figure; the way the shirt you’re wearing falls along your curves, your lips pouty as your cheek smooshes against his pillow, your brows pulled into a cute frown like you’re lost in a dream.

He maps it all out, memorises every part of it and locks it away into his memory. This must be the expression you make when you’re at peace, when you trust someone enough to fall asleep in a bed that’s not yours. Surrounded by a scent that’s not yours, but his. All his.

The idea of referring to you as that makes a shudder rake through Zanka and he finds himself flushing at his own thoughts whenever he looks at you now. Staking a claim on you like he’s any right to, not yet anyway, not when he’s still got so much work to do.

But that’s exactly what motivates him.

So Zanka begins with a gentle grace, a trait that was no doubt picked up from his time at home as he shifts back the comforter that rests over your bare legs. He feels his mouth run dry when he realises you’re still in just your panties, like he’s not seen much more by now but the reality of it still flusters him more than he’d like to admit. Especially when you’re in his bed of all places.

“Pull yerself together.” He mutters to himself, sighing before the next shift of his body is followed by a creak in the mattress as he eases his weight down on top of it. He moves slowly, until he’s able to lie on his stomach at the bottom of your body and he gives you another look again, making sure he’s not woke you with the gentle shift.

Zanka fits between your thighs much easier than he used to as he guides them over his shoulders. First time he got into this position he was really clumsy about it, had the idea haunting him for days after whenever he thought about it too much, but he’s much more natural about it now. He’s able to move you so gently that you barely rouse, still sleeping softly with your head on his pillow.

But he gets you right where he wants you with ease because he’s learning.

Zanka’s hands wrap softly around your hips as he finds himself a comfortable position on his front, now face-to-face with your clothed cunt as he gives your underwear a once over. His hands offer you a squeeze and then a smooth, like he’s soothing you as his eyes narrow in on the cute fabric and then he leans in close. Just enough for his lips to barely be touching you.

“Mornin’, ain’t awake yet, are ya? So ya can’t even hear what I’m sayin’ right now.” Zanka asks, talking directly to the mound in your underwear with a hushed tone of voice.

“That’s fine, I ain’t against lettin’ ya sleep. Think ya can still react though?” He closes that distance with the next ask, pressing his nose against the fabric of your underwear and then he takes a loud, lewd inhale through his nose that’s followed by a full body shiver as he basks in the scent of your cunt. “Yeah. Can smell it.” Zanka grunts, answering himself.

There’s a certain confidence to him when he finally begins, slowly at first as he tests you out. Zanka noses through the fabric of your underwear before exhaling, deliberate this time as he feels the goosebumps flare along your cool flesh. He knows you like when he does that, picked up on it the second or third time he was down here and he’s stuck to it. You’ve never once complained.

So he keeps going. Zanka’s tongue peeks out from between his lips and he presses it against your underwear, dragging it in light, slow swipes across your cunt and making sure to focus more pressure over the bump of your clit. You’re sleeping still, but you’re reactive, sensitive.

Every roll of his tongue is making you twitch, your legs spreading a bit wider, the muscles in your thighs contracting with his movements. You make a little breathy, light sound in your sleep that makes Zanka’s cock throb from where it’s pressed against the mattress, and he takes that as a sign to move onto the next step.

“Yer bein’ real good about it today.” He huffs before taking a mouthful of your clothed pussy into his mouth this time, suckling lightly at the quickly dampening fabric before he’s moving his lips all over the surface and he feels you twitch. “Seems yer warmin’ up to me. No problem, can bet I’ll take care of ya.”

Zanka keeps going like that. He takes you into his mouth and sucks, feels the heat of your cunt even through the spit soaked fabric and he can tell you’re enjoying it. He’s used to these reactions, can tell by the way you’re breathing, the way your legs are beginning to shake. But he could give you more, he needs to.

Zanka shimmy’s himself a little closer before he’s hooking one hand beneath the fabric of your underwear and peeling them out of his way. The sight he’s first met with renders him breathless, leaking, flushed. You’re glistening with slick, wet and well-prepped and he feels like he’s about to bust a nut right there.

He has to take a few breathes to compose himself and then he locks back in, giving you another glance to make sure you’re still out cold before continuing where he left off. You won’t be asleep much longer judging off how you’re looking; the parted lips, the pinch in your brows.

Not long left but that makes no difference to him. You’re probably used to this by now anyway, not like you don’t let him do it.

Zanka’s calloused hands reach to spreads your folds this time, giving him a better angle to see the spots you took the time to point out when you first got together. He recognises them quickly now, locking onto your clit before leaning in and he takes it into his mouth with ease. He bathes you in long licks of his tongue, focusing on the bud as he spoils it with wet rolls of the muscle and he can feel the way your slick only seems to intensify.

Good signs. Definitely good signs. He’s getting better now, you’re responding faster. Getting wetter, it makes him twitch as he feels you begin to wiggle and rouse at the sensation of his wet mouth.

“I ain’t really into slackin’ off and I still think I could do more for ya, I ain’t nothin’ special yet.” Zanka grunts with his mouth in your pussy, half-like an apology as he feels you shift again. “Gonna put in the work though.”

It’s like how he’d kiss you, Zanka reminds himself, thinks back to the articles in those womens magazines that Semiu had left lying around. It would be way too awkward to mention it or give thanks so he’ll think up some other way to say it to her. But for now he gives your pussy another eager, messy lap with his tongue as he makes out with your cunt. The lower half of his face now slick with a combination of spit and slick as he buries himself deep between your legs.

“Ah—“ You eventually say after a stretch of silence, the room filled with only loud squelches from your cunt and Zanka’s own groans. He can already tell you’re awake by the way your thighs are suddenly clamping at his cheeks but he doesn’t rush you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya so early,” He says, like he’s not eating you out right now and instead just made a sound too loud. The low tone of his voice must send blissful vibrations straight through your clit before he’s curling his tongue around your pussy and groaning when he feels the first greedy squeeze around the entrance to your walls.

You only respond with a sound that’s whiny and sleepy, still waking up but Zanka knows what your body wants without you having to say it anyway.

So Zanka complies, his tongue finally dips into your walls to explore what’s hidden beneath and he experiments by letting the muscle graze along the sensitive nerves he finds there. His nose grinds against your clit with every eager swipe as needy, breathless sounds fall from your lips and he takes note of that. Basks in the taste, the noises, the way your thighs are squeezing at his cheeks still as you wake up slowly.

“You’re earlier today.” Your voice shakes for the first time, hands rousing the sheets.

“Gotta train to get better or else I just won’t.”

Your body begins to shift restlessly, trembling beneath another eager suckle of Zanka’s mouth against your clit and he curls his tongue up through your folds once more. He drags it back and forth, presses it in and out of your hole again and then he draws back, swallowing loud as he slurps up the slick he finds hidden there.

“I—I figured you’d be tired after last night is all.” You laugh, deliberately broken off and pretty and Zanka feels his entire body flush at the memory of last night.

Much like he was right now, except you’d let him fuck you after it. He pressed you into the mattress, listened to you cry out about how good he was making you feel. How you were his, loved him, loved his cock and then he almost came too early and had to pull out to collect himself.

Proof he still ain’t good enough.

“D’ya really gotta bring that up?” Zanka buries himself deeper into your folds like he’s trying to hide.

You only laugh again, “Well I think it’s hard for me to forget. But I’m sure my reactions said enough of that themselves. I—I like when you seem to be having a good time too, it makes me happy.”

“Well when ya let me have ya like this I’m always happy, thought that was obvious.” Zanka’s words are probably too muffled this time for you to make them out, but he’s sure you feel every syllable vibrate from where he’s buried himself in you.

He’s learning, memorising, experimenting and driven by the way you’re beginning to twitch and shake for him. Your fingers reach forward to brush his hair back from his face and then you pull it, making him hiss while the searing pain only makes him feel dizzier, drunker on you.

“‘M gonna make ya feel better than ya even thought possible.” Zanka says again, mind cloudy from his arousal but still focused enough to lap at your folds between words. “Ya won’t even think about anyone else once I’ve memorised every part.”

“Zanka, that feels s-so good,” You gasp, hips twitching beneath his hands and words and he puts a little more strength into keeping you held down now. A telltale sign you’re getting close as you dig your head back into his pillows, whining. “You’re so good to me.”

Zanka doesn’t think he ever wants to stop training like this when he hears that praise fall from your lips, telling him how good he’s being to you like you’re not doing your best for him. He’s sure it gets tiring, letting him bury himself between your thighs every day until he gets better. Until you’re cumming so hard and good that you’ll never even remember anyone who came before him, and there certainly won’t be an after either.

Zanka thinks he’s addicted, so addicted to your pleasure that he’s dizzy with it. He’s so focused, so hellbent on becoming the best that he’ll do whatever it takes.

You pull at his hair, guiding him back and he knows what you want when he’s hooking his tongue around your clit once more. It feels firmer, more sensitive when he’s twisting and laving his mouth over the bud as you begin to meet his movements with eager, intoxicating humps.

Zanka remembers all the times he’s watched you touch yourself, remembers the things you’ve said that you like, so he pushes his tongue beneath the hood of your clit again and closes his lips around it. He suckles languidly as his eyes flutter closed in bliss and you rock yourself against his mouth, letting him bathe the bud in mindless licks and rolls with the wet muscle.

“Y’ taste good. Real good.” Zanka’s says and your body shivers so deliciously it’s like the praise rolls right through you.

“Yeah? You f-feel even better.” You bite on your lower lip, hands in his hair as your lips part, louder now you’re fully awake. “I’m gonna cum,”

Exactly what Zanka wants to hear as he notices your spine begin to curl with the first pinpricks of bliss, every eager roll of your hips chase that twist of pleasure in your abdomen that you crave from him as your slick coats all over his cheeks and chin.

It doesn’t take long for him to get you there, because he knows how to. A few more flicks of his tongue over your clit, accompanied by a big, rough squeeze of his hands on your thighs and you finally stiffen. You pull him deep into you when your orgasm suddenly rolls over you in waves and he only dives into you with even more eagerness, groaning shamelessly at the first taste of your cream on his tongue as his eyes roll back almost completely. There’s even a dangerous throb in his cock that almost knocks the breath out of him.

But Zanka’s focus on you is so unbreakable, he continues to slurp and drink you up greedily as he flattens his tongue against your folds. He bathes you in long kitten licks until you’re finally slackening and pushing his head away with an over sensitive whine. But not before he’s placing one more soft, wet kiss against your clit.

He’s completely flushed to his chest by the time he stops, his cheeks to his chin glistening with your juices while his chest expands with every shaky breath he takes to catch his breath. He probably looks more spent now than he did after a morning of sparring with Enjin, but then his wet, blown gaze is meeting your own and his cheek is smooshing against your thigh as he blinks up at you.

You look pleased with him and that’s enough to make his body feel lighter than ever.

You shift and stretch for a few seconds before talking, no doubt taking the time to properly wake up now that you’ve just came the hardest you have yet for him. Your smile says you’re satisfied as your hands begin a much more gentle movement through his slightly damp hair.

“What if I told you you’re already the best I ever had?” You say, words whispery and sweet. It makes Zanka shudder,

“Ya aint gotta say that stuff to make me feel better.” He shrugs, but he appreciates the sentiment regardless, if he wasn’t already flushed he’d surely be red. “Besides, I just ain’t one for skipping steps, I approach ya the same way I do all other sorts of trainin’ ‘cause there’s way more to ya than you’d think.” Zanka casts you another look, as if trying to make his confession seem more casual but still just as honest as he shifts from his place between your thighs. “Nobody knows ya like I do ‘cause I’m seein’ to ya with the time and care ya deserve and I can say that with confidence.”

He doesn’t know if that was stupid or corny to say but before he can begin to overthink it and lock himself into his room for a few days, you seem to pick up on his embarrassment. You choose your next words carefully. “And what have you learned so far?” You ask, teasing.

Zanka shrugs again, but he smiles this time, settles a bit. “That’s for only me to know and I don’t plan on tellin’ anybody.”

“I never thought you’d be the type to keep secrets.”

“Guess I gotta do whatever I can to have the upper hand. Not like it matters, nobody else is gonna get to test it but me.” Zanka moves when he answers you this time, shifting himself up onto his knees and moving your trembling thighs back down onto the mattress. He kneels across from you as you give him a narrowed look.

“I like when you get like that.” You smile, blinking at him,

He tilts his head, his earrings shifting with it. “Like what?”

“You know, all possessive on me.”

Zanka immediately shudders with humiliation at the idea of actually staking a claim on someone like you. Hell, he can’t believe he even managed to bag you to begin with considering his track record of losses but he’ll be damned if he lets this opportunity go to waste.

Gotta play it off, gotta seize the moment. Show ‘er you’re not just any regular average joe.

“Y-yeah, well it’s true.” Zanka responds after a moment in his head but he can’t look at you, “I like havin’ ya all to myself, is that so bad? I ain’t one for sharin’”

You grin even wider now as you push yourself up from lying on your back, coming to your knees until you’re able to reach forward and wrap your arms around Zanka’s shoulders. It’s like you know he’ll steady you, bringing you close enough until his hands are on your waist and your lips are by his cheek.

You giggle, “Definitely not. I’m not letting you away so easily anyway.”

Zanka thinks his heart’s due exploding, but there’s a throb in his cock aswell. His jaw tight as he holds you against him, “Yeah well I ain’t anywhere near bein’ done, but I think I’m gettin’ pretty close.” His hands stroke at you as he kneads at your body, groping at your skin and mapping it all out for the nth time before he feels you press a little kiss to his cheek. As if igniting something in him, he puffs out his chest. “It just ain’t nowhere near enough yet. Think ya could go another round? Don’t wanna push ya too hard.”

You pull away to eye him, but it’s with a certain flutter to your lashes that Zanka recognises immediately, “And what if I can barely handle it this time?” You say, breaking away from him before lying yourself back and spreading your legs. His mouth almost waters but he plays it off with a long, slow blink.

“Then that just makes it even more satisfyin’ for me.”

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