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ofc Np 🫂 (lowkey still tryna get better at writing, so I apologize if it’s not the best— just pulling stuff from pure imagination)

Zanka x reader: First Times

You and Zanka have been together for several months now. Most people would have likely taken the next step or at least spoken about it by now. You love Zanka, and there's no rush, but watching him sit there on the couch, so enticing—with your legs resting on his lap and his hands gently massaging your ankles—there's no way you can ignore the flutter of something more intimate stirring inside you.

You decided that maybe today would be the perfect day to at least speak about it with him.

“Hey Zanka.. Do you ever think about it?” You asked about testing the waters a bit. His gaze falls on you, his expression a bit hard to read. “About..”

“Y’know. It. sex. It’s just a bit surprising how we haven't done it yet.” you say. Zanka rubbed at the back of his neck, face pinching briefly with nerves before smoothing out again. “Surprising?” he repeated.

“A little.” You responded.

He his eyes looked down at your legs in his lap. “I figured we were just taking things slow.” he says adjusting his sitting position. “We are.” You say, a bit awkwardly, yourself.

“You sayin that like it's a bad thing?”

“No.” You smiled slightly. “I actually like that you haven't pushed anything.” His expressions softened a little at that as he returned your gaze once again. “Good.” He said simply. “Didn’t wanna pressure ya.”

You shifted a little closer against him. “Have you wanted to?”

He scoffed quietly. “What kinda question is that?” He looked away. “Of course I have..” After a moment he slightly bit his lip before looking at you. “Do you want to?”

There was a small pause before you quietly nodded.

”a-ah..”

Your hands rested on his back, his face was buried in the crook of your neck as he pumped in and out of you. It hurt a bit as this was your first time actually doing it together but it soon passed. Now the room filled with whimpers, moans, and incoherent whispers to one another.

Though he’d never admit it, Zanka did mentally prepare for this moment ahead of time. He was certain he would make you feel good, that you'd hit your peak first. As of now though his mind was a mess. Your walls clenching around his cock almost sends him over the edge. “D-doing good… am I?” He managed to murmur into her ear.

“Mm. Yes.. You're doing so good” You responded breathlessly. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back as he sped up just a bit.

It was the ultimate validation, a praise that bypassed his usual composer and went straight to his heart

Zanka’s breath came in jagged, hot hitches against the skin of your neck. His hands, usually so steady around you, trembled slightly as they braced against the bedding, or perhaps against you, seeking purchase in the storm.

When you finally came, that sound you made was more rewarding than anything. As you bucked and cried out, the sensation of your internal muscles tightening around him, pulsing in the throes of your orgasm, acted like a trigger. The dam finally broke. The desperate tension he's been building exploded within him and he could help but just moan your name. The feelings for both of you was so euphoric you both got lost in a daze.

Zanka collapsed against you, his chest heaving as he fought for air, his forehead pressed hard against your shoulder. Trembling from the aftershocks of his release. Even in his state of exhaustion, he clung to you.

Your hands, still splayed on his back, Relaxed their grip, your fingers tracing the hard, sweat slicked muscles of Zanka’s spine. “Oh Zanka.. How about a round 2…” A sly smile pulled at the corner of your lips as he relaxed against you.

Credits : uzzmachiato