#gkt x reader

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for your birthday — zanka nijiku, gkt

fluff, 124 words

zanka finds out it's your birthday soon and spends the following days crashing out over if his gift is good enough and whether he should give you anything at all (what if you think he's creepy for paying such close attention to you??)

in the end, he hands over your gift with words that fit clumsy in his mouth, but he really means it — just wanted ta get ya somethin' nice, 'cause you're always lookin' out for me.

he gets you a gift, but the smile on your face and the kiss you press to his hot pink cheek have him feeling like he's the one receiving birthday presents. he already knows, though — for his birthday, the only thing he's wishing for is you.

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jealousy — zanka nijiku, gkt

possessiveness, established relationship, suggestive, 437 words

"are ya done here?" zanka's voice is gruff, colder than usual — but his eyes soften when he catches your startled gaze. "we're gonna be late."

you rise and dust off your clothes, offering rudo a grin that makes zanka's jaw clench. "see you later, kiddo," you say, ruffling rudo's hair. the boy is only a few years younger, and hasn't been a kid for a while now, but he blushes just the same.

zanka waits for you to fall into step beside him. your matching footsteps echo as you enter headquarters. "didja have fun?"

"fun…" you repeat the word, casting him a glance before purposely stepping close to bump your shoulder against his arm. "the fun part was watching you slowly lose your shit. are you jealous, zanka? even though i was in your bed last night, moaning your name?"

zanka's face goes bright, hot pink, and he moves to put his hand over your mouth before you can say anything else. "wouldja quit that? it's like ya wanna tell the whole world."

your fingers wrap around his hand and he lets you move him, docile to your touch as always. "i do," you say seriously, but your smile goes lopsided and zanka starts to question his life choices. "it's cute that you think this is a secret, but considering how loud you make me get —"

zanka moves his hand back over your mouth, but he steps closer to do it, nearly pinning you to the wall. it's a lucky thing that the hall is empty, because zanka knows this looks… suggestive. it's not that he wants to keep you a secret — hell, he wants to shout it out to the world, declarin' it for everyone to hear — but he's just not good enough for you yet, and you deserve the greatest.

"i like it when you're loud," he admits quietly, knowing you're listening to his every word. his cheeks feel hot. he tries not to think of last night, of all the nights he's had you in his arms. "ya sound… real nice."

you move his hand again, using your grip to tug him a step closer. he can feel your breaths along his skin, the heat of your body and the scent of you this close sparking something deep in his gut.

"i know we're supposed to head out today," you say, and zanka blinks. you slip two of his fingers between your lips and suck gently.

zanka goes lightheaded. "wha—?"

you release his fingers. "do you wanna test how loud i can get if i've got something in my mouth?"

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spoiling him — zanka nijiku, gkt

smut, riding, 307 words

you think zanka might be having a heart attack.

not that you'd really know — your medical knowledge is scant at best — but he's breathing hard, his grip white-knuckled where he's twisting the sheets, his face so red hot you can practically feel the heat from where you're situated, snug on his lap.

"ya don't hafta — ya really don't gotta —"

"zanka," you say, your voice hushed. "i want to do this."

you roll your hips for emphasis, the hard length of his cock sparking pleasure inside you. zanka chokes on a whimper, his grip on the sheets threatening to tear the fabric apart. "oh, fuck," he groans. the line of his throat shifts as he swallows hard. "ain't fair."

"i think it's very fair," you pout, rolling your hips again. "you're always taking care of me, making me cum at least twice before you even take your dick out," you bounce on his lap as you speak, chasing the pleasure boiling white hot beneath your skin. "now it's my turn to take care of you."

zanka grabs at your hips with a groan, but his touch is still careful, still gentle. desperation makes itself known in his furrowed brow instead, in the way he bites at his lip to keep from losing his mind. "you're always takin' — ngh — takin' care of me."

"yeah, but not like this," your hips meet his with a particularly hard thrust and you gasp. "i want — i want you to feel good."

"feels good," zanka says roughly. you watch his face scrunch. "feels way too good. i'm gonna cum."

"go ahead," you say. sweetly, even as you ride him hard. your thighs are beginning to burn, but you want this, you want him to fall apart, you want him to feel every ounce of pleasure you can give him. "we've got all night."

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fingers only — zanka nijiku, gkt

established relationship, vaginal fingering, cumming untouched, 281 words

you're soaking the ring around his middle finger, staining his sleeve with your arousal, but zanka doesn't stop.

he pushes and prods at your inner walls, inhaling sharply at the way you squeeze and tighten around his fingers, your hips jerking in search of more.

more — of this, of zanka fingering you languidly, his index and middle fingers crooked up to push against that spot that makes you gasp. your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands tangled in his hair, your voice cracking over the syllables of his name — "zanka, please, i'm so close."

"mm," he grunts, feeling his cock throb, ignoring it, too intent upon watching your every twitch and squirm. "you're — lovely."

that earns him a halfhearted kick, your foot prodding his back as he sinks his fingers in deep. "zanka," you whine, "please, please fuck me already."

"wanna make ya cum first," zanka breathes, pressing a kiss to your jaw. he leans back to watch the slick gliding down his fingers, the way you swallow him down to the knuckle, your chest heaving. your hands loosen from his hair and you grip his forearm instead, nails biting into his sleeve. "wanna — wanna see."

"you — ngh —"

you fall apart and he picks the pieces up, kisses you hard and groans into your mouth, fingering you through it as you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze.

zanka shares your breaths, collapses into the cradle of your legs as his cock kicks in his pants. "fuck," he gasps. he takes a moment, tries to gather himself, and then — "ya really know how ta make a guy feel special."

"zanka," you murmur, "i've never cum from just fingers before. you are special."

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his birthday — zanka nijiku, gkt

fluff, 293 words

greeting zanka first thing in the morning on his birthday, a gentle knock at the door. he opens wearing his lounge clothes, comfy and rumpled with sleep. his haori jacket draped over his shoulders, loosely knotted by his chest.

"wha— mornin'," comes out, raspy and low. zanka clears his throat, ducks his head, tries to sneakily tame his bedhead without your notice.

but of course you notice. fondness creeps into your grin, colors your voice as you lean a little closer. he smells like incense, woody and clean in a world full of trash. "good morning, zanka! i wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday."

zanka's ears tinge pink. "aw, thanks. i appreciate the well wishes. but it's just another day, y'know?"

"just let me spoil you anyway," you say firmly, bringing the hand you'd been hiding behind your back to the space between your bodies. in your palm rests a small package, neatly wrapped with a slip of ribbon. "i got this for you. i figured you could still use more, even if you haven't run out yet."

zanka accepts the gift, offers you a polite smile. his ears are bright red. "thanks. it'll be put ta good use."

"you don't even know what it is," you tease. "but i believe you. can i give you my other gift, now?"

"what's that?" zanka asks, eyeing your empty hands. "ya really didn't hafta…"

"close your eyes."

zanka obliges, heart hammering in his chest. he nearly misses it — the brush of your lips against his cheek, the sweet warmth of you coming up close, your hands a gentle pressure on his shoulders as you lean into him.

your lips ghost along his jawline and zanka freezes. "happy birthday, zanka."

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choker to choker — zanka nijiku, gkt

mutual masturbation, 162 words

zanka who wears his communication choker on his wrist, so when he's got his hand covering his face — red, hot with embarrassment — he can still hear your voice.

low, murmuring encouragements, gasping and moaning near his ear. "ngh, zanka — feels good but — wish it was you —"

zanka, whose other hand is wrapped around his cock, hips jerking with sensitivity as he groans, "hah, fuck," squeezing the tip, restless, blood pounding, "i'm gonna cum."

chest heaving, face burning, straining to hear your every pretty little sound as he finally spills all over his hand. zanka can hardly bear to push his sweaty bangs out of his face, desperate to keep his communication choker near his ear. "gonna let me hear ya?"

it really feels like a dream, getting to hear you come undone. zanka commits it to memory, so he'll be able to draw out those sounds from you the next time you're together.

that is, if you don't wring him dry, first.

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sensitivity — zanka nijiku, gkt

established relationship, suggestive, 229 words

i think you find out on accident — you're probably just reaching to mess with his tassel earrings, sliding the strands through your fingers as you idly tell him about your day. zanka still isn't used to how close you get, so his ears burn hot.

this close, you can feel the heat of it, and curiosity gets the better of you. fingertips tracing the shell of his ear, eliciting a full body shiver that makes you smile. you lean a little closer — a little too close for public decency — but luckily nobody's around.

this close, you can smell the lingering incense clinging to his clothes, feel the warmth and steadiness of his body against yours. nobody's around, so you press a quick kiss to the spot just below his ear, lips trailing a small path down to the edge of his high shirt collar. tiny kisses scattered like stars.

this close, you can see how he melts, how he sinks into the bench with a flustered grunt, his hips shifting awkwardly. you pull away just enough to look at him, at his flushed cheeks and furrowed brows.

"wouldja quit tryin' to rile me up?" zanka asks.

you bite back a smile. "is it working?"

zanka gives you a sideways glance, shifts in his seat. "ain't like ya gotta try all that hard. after all… it's you."

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sleeves — zanka nijiku, gkt

mentions of fingering, 93 words

do you ever think about how your slick drips down zanka's fingers while he sinks them into your pussy. the way he stops just short of going down to the knuckle, down to where the ring keeping his sleeve up the back of his hand rests, the warm metal so shiny as he works you open.

do you think about how he licks his fingers clean, how you soak the fabric on his hand, how he flushes bright hot pink when he realizes how much of a mess you've made because of him.