#gatchiakuta

exactly. and another thing is that he would purposely sit next to you. you weren't ugly, you were considered to be the perfect shape of an alpha. tall, built, deep voice and everything. but it didn't mean omegas wanted to sit next to you unless you made them. but he would sit his pretty as down, plop right there whilst your professor would go on and on about something you didn't care about.

weird. weird. weird. weird.

you honestly thought that would be the last you'd see of the guy, you really wouldn't have to worry about him besides him sitting next to you or you seeing him in the hallways. but you swore, whatever god was up there hated the shit out of you and wanted your life to end.

"im not sure what to do with you anymore," your professor stated, gently waving around your graded test papers. this was the exact class you refused to try in, all because of that omega. "i know— i know you're not an idiot so don't try that route with me." you tensed up, looking to the side. your grade in here was utterly abysmal. almost a fifteen percent and the only thing you turned in was the syllabus when you first got here, and that fifteen percent was generous of your professor to give you. "every other class your scores are through the roof i mean- in your algebra you got the highest on your exams." he shook his head. "this is creative writing. you can write whatever you please and i give you a good grade for it." but you retaliated, couldn't give him the actual reason that you were intimidated by some omega.

"but this stuff is hard! you know.." bursting out didn't really make it any better, you could see the annoyance chipping away at him. "i can't ever think of anything, im only good in my other classes because.." because you're awesome, the absolute prodigy of the entire campus. "because i just don't have a large..mind?" your professor gave you that look, then he sighed and rolled his eyes. "well, lucky for you," he started. "one of your classmates i've spoken with are absolutely happy to help you."

huh? what classmate? your brows furrowed, a small instinctive snarl on your face as your tail bristled and twitched. you turned around and oh my god. oh my god- was that guy there the whole time? just behind you? and was he staring at your ass– "no way!" he flinched, and your ears pinned down to your head. "excuse me?" your professor's voice was like a disappointed mother's. but you still pushed, your own ego and pride not stopping you. "you can't have an omega tutor me that's.." gosh.

you huffed, your nose twitching. "whatever man."

"just think of something. anything." he'd tell you, the blinking line on your computer screen that showed you hadn't typed absolutely anything. you knew how to write creatively you weren't the type of alpha to think with his muscles(though they were amazing). you just couldn't focus with him here. and it was his dorm instead of yours god, you wished you had class time to do this but you don't and that's the worst thing.

"i am thinking," you shot back, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth with the roll of your eyes. your nose twitched as you leaned onto your palm, staring at the screen. he smelled.

now he didn't smell bad, and that was the problem. he was releasing that scent on purpose. "stop that," you snipped. he looked at you, one ear perking up as his head tilted. "stop what?" your tail swatted at the ground. "you know!" "i don't know." you snarled at him, though it made you cringe almost instantly when he gave you that look. it was just a look. he didn't really look like that before.

"aw..look at you," he didn't sound like that before either. your ears twitched as your back arched gently off of his mattress that was stupidly comfortable. your tail was wagging, wagging like you had absolutely no shame. your shirt was pulled up to your chin, and your pants were completely off. your legs were spread like you were a bitch- like you were being bitched. your face felt all hot, eyes already watering from him just jerking you off. "ahh–!" your mouth fell open in a gasp, another splurt of cum shooting from your tip.

"look at that, again?" he was straddling you, hands moving up and down so slowly yet he was somehow making you cum so quickly. "you real cute y'know that?" his cotton tail twitched, his arousal clear through his own pants, the wetness starting to spread and cause more friction. "you got a nice dick too." then he sighed like he hadn't meant it. "too bad," his fingers squeezed, really hard. "fuck, ohmy!" he hummed like he was testing you. "this thing won't be put to any use. size really doesn't matter does it?" and he laughed at you, laughed, how could he!?

you wanted to fight back so badly you did, say something to retaliate but god damn it..

he started to move a bit, leaning over as his hands started to dig through a nearby drawer which made his clothed cunt drag along your shaft. "i pictured you naked almost all the time," the pathetic noise that came out made you want to die. "don't feel so bad about it, that's a good thing!" he smiled, then it dropped as he pulled out lube and something else. you couldn't really see it much but it clanked and jingled a bit. "and i pictured you with a bit more..hair..at least down there but it's nowhere to be seen on your body." was this a joke to him?

only then had you really sat up, but that voice of his– "down." and like a puppy you laid right back down like his voice was instant command to be used to. what had been in his hand was something like a string with an oval like item attached to it. it was pink. how cute. the straps had small pieces of sticky tape stuck to it, as if they were put there on purpose. his hands worked back around your cock, sticking the tape like item to your length and pressing the oval bud right to your tip.

and then you noticed the remote. fuck it was a vibrator. "stay still." he had slid himself off your lap, practically hopping to another drawer. you caught yourself whining, hips shifting upwards at that pressure loss. you hated that you liked it, hated how you wanted him on you. your ears twitched from time to time, listening to the sound of a buckle? what was he doing? when you felt that pressure on you again, but it was different. he was moving your body to the desired position he wanted, his hands moving under your thighs and you had felt something press against the midst of it.

you held your breath, heartbeat getting quicker as you saw it. it was big, bigger than your dick and you have a big dick. it was connected to an 'o' ring, the color purple with a realistic tip and realistic veins. it was terrifying. "that..it- it's not going in me is it..?" the bunnies ears wiggled, and he cooed with a small laugh. "oh..poor thing," he couldn't be for real.. "deep breath!"

"guh—! a-haah!" the headboard banged against the wall, wet sounds of slapping due to leaking arousal, cum, and lubricant. half of the bottle was used up to get that damn thing to fit. it was hitting every little spongy spot inside of you, pressing hard against that bundle of nerves that had your feet curling and cramping up. the vibrator seemed to make the swollen mushroom tip of your head leak uncontrollably, the twitch of your cock almost constant with each buzz.

and the omega above you was eating it up, drooling almost more than you with a sense of obsession in his eyes, his glasses fogging up and almost starting to fall off. now you understood what 'fuck like rabbits' meant. "mmm..does this feel good? huh?" a harsh thrust, purposely angled right there. you gasped, eyes wide and mouth open. you couldn't answer, it wasn't possible. "oh answer me won't you? i know it hurts i do." he frowned, a fake sympathetic one.

"please— uh!" he tilted his head, a giggle coming through. "sorry what? did you say stop?" he stopped, though still buried real good and deep inside. the harness of the strap rubbed against his clit, a wetness dripping along his folds beneath the crotch part. he was enjoying this just as much, head just as loopy. "no, no!" you frantically shook your head when he stopped, shimmying your hips in a pathetic attempt to go up and down on the toy. one of his hands moved away from your thigh, moving up and down your torso and giving one good and harsh squeeze to your left pec.

"god..your tits are so pretty," a slow movement of his hips, starting his thrusts again but slower. "wish you could see the way they bounce as i fuck you. so cute." your tail wagged behind you, out of shame and happy arousal. his fingers bent, only two of them up and starting to pinch at perky peaks.

"these are such a pretty color too. wonder if milk would ever come out." another slow slide of the toy, making you give a strained moan. "hm. well we can test that next time! i have loads of new toys to try on you." he beamed, lifting your hips up a bit more again.

Zanka Nijiku was not a lover boy. That much was certain. He was tough, a growing man who wanted to be the best of the best inside of the cleaners. He wanted to be strong, to earn praise, and to most of all, make Enjin proud. 

Some would say that Zanka has done most  of that, but to Zanka, he hasn’t done any of what he strived to do with his life. 

He was always hard  on himself, lacked the confidence that he needed to up his strengths–and, most of all, he never believed in himself. 

Maybe that is why Zanka undermined his feelings for Y/n. The cleaner whom he had always felt weird in the chest around. 

In Zanka’s eyes, Y/n was everything that he could not be. They were strong, confident, and almost always had Enjin beaming at them with a smile of a proud father-figure. Zanka was utterly infatuated with Y/n.

“Ya know you’re starin’ don’t ya, Zanka?” A voice shattered every thought out of Zanka’s mind–, he felt his heart drop as he turned his head, coming face-to-face with none other than Enjin himself. 

A cheeky smile grew on Enjin’s face at the flustered sight of the teen, slowly, he turned his gaze, looking over towards whatever–or, whoever it was that had Zanka’s attention the way that they did. 

When his eyes met none other than Y/n, his grin only grew wider. 

“Y/n, huh…?” Realization crept up in Enjin’s head as he turned to gaze once more at Zanka. 

And boy, was Zanka flustered. 

“It is not what it looks like, Enjin, I swea-” Zanka was cut off by Enjin holding one finger up in response, ultimately silencing Zanka. 

“I have been waitin’ for this day forever– Honestly Zanka, I really thought you weren’t interested in anyone! Now, for it to be Y/n of all people? Makes me happier.” Zanka’s heart sped up at Enjin’s implications.

“Now wait just one second-,” Zanka pursed his lips, crossing his arms over lovey Assistaff as he scooted away slightly from Enjin. “I am not interested in anyone, certainly aint Y/n either.” God, he wished his heart would stop racing anytime he heard their name.

Enjin raised a blonde eyebrow at Zanka in response. “You really gonna deny it?”

“Yes.” 

Rolling his eyes, Enjin turned in his seat so that he faced Zanka directly. He crossed his own arms over his chest, puffing it out to seem more mature–and more intimidating to Zanka. 

“Ya gotta let people into your heart Zanka. Then, you can make yourself feel better, ya know? Less lonely, less distant from everyone else. Hell, maybe you’ll be even nicer to Rudo if you got yourself a partner, especially one as sweet as Y/n.” 

Zanka could feel his brow twitch slightly in annoyance. Blue eyes looked away from Enjin’s golden orbs, instead moving to gaze over to where you sat between Rudo and Riyo. The three of you were eating true delicacy from the slums, laughing over your plates as you guys joked between one another. 

“Y/n, Y/n, look at this!” Zanka scowled just a bit in jealousy, watching as Rudo held up his pretend pizza he had made out of his table scraps. He scowled even more once he watched you laugh just a little bit. “That’s funny, Rudo.” 

“I can be funny…” Enjin laughed quite loudly at Zanka, who had not even realized that he had said his thoughts out loud. 

Pale cheeks turned red in response, god Zanka was a mess. 

He hung his head in shame. “Maybe you’re right, Enjin..” 

A large hand clamped over Zanka’s shoulder, Enjin smiled as he gently rubbed it. “I’m always right, Zanka. Maybe you should go talk to them about how ya feel, maybe they like ya too. Ya never know.” Enjin pulled his hand away, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. 

“How would I even go about speakin’ to them, I mean, I can hardly hold a conversation with them as it is, Enjin. And plus, I hardly even speak to them anyways…I’d probably get rejected.” Zanka knew deep down that if you had rejected him, he probably would never love again. And, he did not want to fail at getting the one thing that he wanted–as much as he did not want to admit it. You. 

Humming softly, Enjin lit a cigarette, balancing it between his lips as he placed a hand on his knee, manspreading as he leaned back. 

“Y/n talks about ya an awful lot.” Zanka felt his heart skip a beat. “But I don’t even talk to her really…What do they have to talk about regardin’ me?” He gazed down at the table, placing his palm flat down on it and scratching gently at the surface. 

“How cool they think you are, and how strong they think you are.” Enjin shrugged, taking a drag off of his cigarette, before offering it to Zanka. Zanka curled his lips in disgust, almost offended that Enjin even offered him a drag off of that thing. 

“They think I’m cool?” 

Enjin nodded, blowing out smoke as he took another drag. “In their opinion, you’re the coolest. Plus they love your hair, always askin’ me how you get it the way you do.” Zanka’s cheeks flushed as he reached a hand back, gently smoothing the back of his mullet down just a bit. “My hair…?” Enjin smiled and nodded. 

“So, in my opinion, I think maybe they have a little thing goin’ on for you too, Zanka. Go and get them.”

Hours seemed to have passed before Zanka could get Y/n alone inside of HQ. but once he did, boy, he was determined not to get interrupted. So, that is how Zanka found himself inside of Y/n’s own room, fiddling with his Lovely Assistaff as he stood practically centimeters from where Y/n sat on the edge of their.

“What did you want to talk about, Zanka?” God, your voice practically reduced Zanka to mush. 

Zanka could feel his heart rate pick up. Was he really going to do this? It was now or never.

“...Like you-” His voice came out barely above a whisper. Y/n furrowed their brows in concern, getting up to move closer to Zanka. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear what you said, Zan…” God, you were calling him Zan? Cute. 

Clearing his throat, Zanka gazed down, bashfully hiding his face behind Lovely Assistaff. A few minutes passed of Zanka gathering his thoughts, and in a second, he had moved his head to now gaze right at you. 

“I like you, Y/n. And if you don’t like me back, that’s fine. But I hope that you highly take into account the way that I feel abou-” He was cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping tightly around him. If Zanka were clumsy, he would have lost his balance, but swiftly, his arms wrapped around Y/n and his Assistaff, bringing them close to his chest in an instant. 

“You like me?!” Y/n’s face was flushed with absolute happiness. Zanka was surprised. 

“I didn’t realize ‘till today…Enjin was talkin’ to me bout it and i don’t know…It made me realize that I don’t want you with anyone else but me, Y/n, maybe that is selfish..but I don't give a damn.” 

Zanka swore he could see tears brimming your eyes. In an instant, he reached up, cupping your face and wiping at them, brows furrowed in worry. “Don’t cry…Hey, hey…If you don’t like me back Y/n, you don’t gotta force yourself too…Just don’t cry, okay?” His voice was soft, his little accented drawl coming out softly as he carefully pulled Y/n close to him.

“I love you too, Zanka! I didn’t think you liked me at all, and–” Y/n paused to hiccup, sobbing as they wiped at their tears themself. “I just…It made me sad, and I told Enjin about how I felt, and I guess maybe that’s why he talked to you today–, but god, I spent so long awake at night thinking about what to say to you, how to make conversation–but, I didn’t think that you could ever love someone as plain as me.” 

Zanka felt offended by their own words about themselves. In a second, he tilted Y/n’s chin up, and ever so gently, Zanka left the sweetest little kiss upon their lips. His eyes fluttered shut, as did Y/n’s as they melted into the kiss. 

Slowly pulling away, Zanka rested his forehead against Y/n’s own. “I could never love someone as much as I love you…” 

Y/n’s bottom lip trembled, and gently, they buried their face into Zanka’s chest, hugging him impossibly tight to them as they cried.