HELLO!!! My names Polka, I’m a new fanfic writer on Tumblr. I don’t know how to like change fonts and all that so some tips would help! But I’m here to tell you about myself and some of my rules for commissions! <3
some fun facts maybe?
I’m Puerto Rican (where the ladies at heh…please laugh)
I’m a MINOR (I know that got some of u freaks excited)
Fandoms I do: Haikyu, bleach, blue lock, Danganronpa (bleach and blue lock are ones I won’t do for a while bc I haven’t finished them yet)
Is it bad that I love Natsuki’s (Dadsuki) dad from DDLC and want fanfics of him…
He’s so hot and I want him to start beating on me like he can beat me like he does to Natsuki. I want him balls deep in me-oh um I mean…please write fanfics of him (smut if we’re feeling 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎）
Y’all about to hate me for this one (つω`｡) I blame @kikyan , she helped me with this idea lmao
(Here’s a Yandere Junpei x Bimbo Fem Reader :P I love Junpei, and tbh, I’d be too blind to see him being a weirdo lmao.
TW: Sex is consensual!!!, Junpei is possessive of you, vague mentions of violence (not towards reader!), you’re lowkey kinda a simp for him but it’s ok bc he’s constantly simping for u, voyeurism!!, he fucks you in front of somebody unknowingly!, creampie!, nipple play!, you have nipple piercings!, !talks ab breeding!, daddy kink!, he just loves u sm, talks ab marrying you!, doesn’t go w original story plot!, etc..
Please proceed with caution!! I’m sorry if this is OOC! )
Everyone in this is college-aged, they are working adults.
Word count: 4.8k words
Plot: Gonta meets the reader at an entomology conference/convention and they hit it off right away. They end up going back to her hotel to get to know each other more.
Warnings: VERY fluffy and cute but STILL NSFW/R18, also it has plot not just straight into the NSFW.
The hot summer sun was shining, and the annual International Interdisciplinary Entomology Conference was in full swing for it’s first day. The second day would boast just as many attendants, with new professionals flying in to add to the returning enthusiasts from the prior day. This conference was held every year, and pretty much exclusive to professionals in the field or hobbyists wealthy and classy enough to attend. Usually, higher-ups and administration simply paid for their staff, students, or interns to attend, so to see someone who just... liked bugs show their face might be a bit out of place.
The conference, held in a large event hall or convention center, was always very organized. There were lecture halls, where professionals would brush up on the newest discoveries or technologies in their field, listen to veterans of the craft give speeches, or open round tables to exchange experiences and knowledge. In the halls were tables lined with informational pamphlets, hiring opportunities, or advertisements for companies or future entomology events. The west wing held more recreational or lounge-like areas: a courtyard, a large food court and dining area, a smoking area, some areas with plush chairs and televisions set to the local news.
Among the numerous attendees - both newbies to the professional entomology life and long-time authorities on the subject - was Gonta Gokuhara, a recent graduate of the esteemed Hope’s Peak Academy, one of the most prestigious high-schools in the world. He was excited to be there, naturally, as he carried the title of Ultimate Entomologist at the private academy where Japan’s most gifted prodigies were allowed to focus on their talents and improve their specific skills. He was overjoyed, elated even, but to say he didn’t feel a little out of place would be a lie. Gonta was always different, even around his peers during his years at Hope’s Peak, but at least back then, he had friends that accepted him for who he was, and knew what to expect of him: his little quirks and personality points, his unique fashion choices. Here, he felt like a fish out of water. He knew absolutely no one, and already being a bit insecure and shy about sticking out, Gonta felt like all the progress he’d made during those three years of highschool would mean nothing to these fancily dressed entomologists who gave him nothing but weird looks.
He’d taken the hints, been peer-reviewed, had friends to guide him through the past few years. He now wore shoes unless he was in the comfort of his own home or someone else’s, and though his hair was still long, it was less wild and unruly. He took to tying it back in a bun or slicked back ponytail. He now had every suit hand-tailored to avoid intimidatingly bulging muscles (though he would always have a bulky silhouette), and made sure every time he donned formal wear that it was ironed and crease-free, so why, in this huge room of people who loved the same things he loved, did he feel out of place? Were people still scared of him, still judging him before they even talked to him just like the traumatic interactions of his past? Sure he was buff and super tall, and he sometimes had a resting bitch face (that he had also been working on), but on the inside he was a big sweetheart, a teddy bear, and on the outside he was a kind soul who just loved to learn and talk about bugs.
He was starting to wonder why in the world his boss had even sent him here. Naturally, like all Hope’s Peak graduates, Gonta had been scouted immediately after graduation by an employer in his particular career path, and Gonta was currently working for an independent entomology group, some scientists doing cutting edge research and cataloguing said research for future generations. They worked with many different branches of entomology, and usually would send one of their higher-ups to these types of conferences as a guest to teach others, but Gonta’s superiors, seeing him as a treasure, a rare find, and having adopted him as a son of sorts, thought he would get a lot out of attending this year’s conference. He loved bugs, like just fucking loved him, and this conference would be a lot of fun for him. Their ulterior motive was to get the poor kid out there, to socialize in any way possible. He constantly talked about his high-school friends back home, and not really anyone else… They saw how he lost confidence at times, talked too little, and wanted him to be able to come out of his shell and stop working endlessly in the labs all day. An added bonus was that he would be able to take notes and maybe bring some new info back to said labs.
So Gonta was trying, he really was, inserting himself into little open conversations, saying very little. That was another concern of his. Sure he could clean up pretty well, learn to take more social cues, take up common etiquette, and he really was extremely intelligent in the field of entomology, but at the end of the day he was still the little boy who grew up in the wilderness. His speech had improved, but he still lacked confidence in speaking, sometimes missing pronouns, particles, messing up basic grammar. It was just a habit at this point, and one he fell back into the more comfortable he was with his environment. He would code switch, or even just mix in proper grammar with improper at random times. It didn’t really matter to the people he worked with. They appreciated his mind, his intelligence. Who cares how he gets that information across as long as he’s understood? He sulked around, preferring to listen in from the sidelines, read to himself, take in this wealth of knowledge without adding to the conversation.
He was reading a pamphlet about an upcoming convention close to home, in Japan, and thinking about how he could invite his friends, when something caught his eye. It was a bug, of course, what else could steal his gaze like that, tear his attention away from something like that? A flash of pure, ebony black in the corner of the room, a small black shape against a lighter background. He squinted. Skin. He was about to leap forward, to tell this young lady that a large insect was crawling across the nape of her neck. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but took pause, remembering that gentlemen do not touch others without asking, especially a pretty lady! With this pause, and his superior eyesight focusing in behind his aesthetically pleasing spectacles, he realized upon second glance that the black little splotch was in fact flat, inky. A tattoo? She has a tattoo of an ant on her neck? Gonta shuffled about in his shoes a bit. This was exciting, and so cool! He’d seen many tattoos in his life, but never of bugs! The thought had never even occurred to him, getting bugs drawn all over his skin like beautiful art, so he could look at bugs all the time! In Japan, tattoos weren’t recommended to him, if he wanted to be a gentleman, and he found it a bit saddening. He liked all of the pretty colors and how meaningful the ink could become.
This line of thought came to a halt when the woman shifted in her seat, catching his attention once again. It was then he noticed that she too was alone, just on her phone, a few booklets and papers scattered on a small coffee table in front of her. She sighed, stretching out her arms a bit, and he took in her arms, shoulders, the curve of her chest, how she breathed easily. Wow, she was pretty, and in such a simple, effortless way. Gonta’s intrusive thoughts stirred, and he began to sweat a little bit. Why was such a pretty girl sitting alone? She was here for bugs too, right? Did she feel the same way he did? Was she avoiding the crowd?
Gonta tried and failed several times to walk up to her, being on the other side of the room from her, behind her and to her right. He was just far too nervous. He could talk about bugs for hours, and he wasn’t the worst at making new friends as long as they weren’t judgmental jerks, but… pretty girls were different. Gonta, though Hope’s Peak had him focused on studies and not romance, had been on dates, had crushes, been through the motions, but it never got any easier. What if the pretty girl didn’t want to hear about bugs? But then why would she have an ant tattoo? What if he scared her away with his size and intimidating gaze? But Kaito and Shuichi said that girls like tall men…
He sighed, seeing his opportunity as wasted when she stood, gathering her things into a bag and walking away. His hand reached out once more, but he brought it back into himself, biting on his knuckle anxiously. As she walked, he took in every detail he could about her desperately, as if no other feature, no booth, no bug here would be as interesting to him as she was. The large bag on her hip was covered in colorful pins, both enamel and round button types, little creepies and crawlies in cartoonish styles. A spider here, a moth there. Gonta found them extremely adorable, and wondered if he could get some of those and clip them onto his tie. Her outfit was far more casual than most of the people here, and certainly more casual than his own. She was looking more and more appealing by the second, and he found himself following her subconsciously, his feet simply moving toward her. She wasn’t stuffy, stuck up, prim and proper like all of these other people floating around acting like they were better than everyone else. She looked like she was there to have fun but just… wasn’t. Gonta wanted to find out why, and much more. What was her name? What was her favorite bug? Would she be back tomorrow?
“Okay, Gonta… Gonta has to be brave.” He was hyping himself up, now with the perfect opportunity to make her acquaintance as she mosied over to the food court. Great, she wasn’t busy, and she was alone. What could go wrong? The worst she could do was ask him to go away!
Entering the large and spacious food court, scents of numerous types of ethnic food invaded his senses as he looked for her, having lost her as he fell back a bit to work up the courage. When he found her sitting at a table looking through her wallet, she was looking… a bit irritated. A sour look had taken over her expression. She rolled her eyes, and he looked behind her to see a couple of suits snickering maliciously.
“They just let anyone in these days, huh?” One of the men, in what was no doubt an expensive getup, eyed the woman up and down as he spat his venom, and she could clearly hear their mocking chatter, but refused to give them the satisfaction of a response.
“Fucking inked up like some punk… I thought this event was for real professionals. Look, bag’s covered in kids shit. Embarrassing...” his comrade replied with a smirk.
“We might have to take our associates somewhere more… exclusive next year,” the older man scoffed, and they walked off, bland black cup of coffee in hand.
As they walked away, she paid them no mind, shaking her head with a sigh and pulling a card from her wallet before reaching up to the tie in her hair and releasing it, letting the hair fall down around her shoulders to cover up the ant tattoo. Gonta’s brows furrowed, suddenly very angry with the men who talked behind her back. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even know this woman, but… he’d always been one to stand up for what was right. He rushed over, hands in his suit pockets, and pulled out the chair across from her at the table. She looked up, eyes widening in surprise for a fraction of a second before narrowing again. Was he here to make fun of her, too?
“H-hello!” Gonta stuttered, hands now clasped in front of him on the table nervously. She followed the movement, noticing the calluses on his large hands, the veins that traveled up his wrist and into the suit. He could probably do a lot with hands like that.
“Hello?” She clutched her bag instinctively closer to her chest, as most women would when approached by a man while alone.
“Um… you shouldn’t put your hair down. Those men weren’t being gentlemen, talking like that. Ladies can have tattoos and cute little pins on their bag if they want to. Gentlemen don’t judge the way a lady is dressed.” He smiled awkwardly.
“Is that so?” She cracked a grin, her posture relaxing a bit.
“Y-yeah! See, Gonta has his hair up, too!” He gestures to the neat bun that his thick green locks had been thrown into.
“I see that… Gonta, is that your name?” She asked with genuine interest.
“Yes! Gonta Gokuhara! Could I maybe know your name, if the lady wants me to know it…” He couldn’t stop the blush that crept across his face. She snorted a bit at that. It was endearing.
“(Y/N)...” She spoke cautiously, searching for ulterior motives in his voice, his actions, but finding none.
“(Y/N) is a pretty name, just like you are very pretty! And, you like bugs, right?”
“Yes, I like bugs a lot.”
“Gonta loves bugs, too. Glad to see someone else here likes bugs and likes talking to Gonta… err… not to assume…” He looked a bit shy now, like he feared overstepping.
“No, no, I don’t mind talking! You seem chill… say Gonta, do you want to have lunch with me? I’ll pay,” She waved her card a bit, moving to stand.
“Yes!” He stood a little too loudly, with a little too much force and exhilaration, and calmed himself before continuing, not wanting to scare away his new… friend? “But! Gonta will pay. A gentleman should never make a lady pay!”
“That’s on dates, Gonta…” She scoffed a bit, “and sometimes people split the bill even then, it’s the 21st century.” She shook her head, but then smirked wickedly, seeing an opportunity to tease the seemingly wholesome and naive man before her. “Is this a date, Gonta?” She feigned shock.
“Uh, n-no! Well, if the lady wants a date, Gonta can take her on one some other day! But Gonta just wanted to pay this time to be polite! Not to assume this is a date! Sorry if-”
“Gonta,” she cut him off, seeing his blush spread to his ears, “I was just kidding.”
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“Mmmmh,” she swallowed a large bite of Japanese food from one of the many restaurants lining the walls. “This is good.”
“It’s okay, but not real Japanese food…” Gonta shrugged, taking another bite. “Oh, by the way, the ant on your neck is really nice. Gonta mentioned it but didn’t tell you how much he likes it! I’ve always liked tattoos, but can not get one.”
“Well, if you want, I have bugs in other places that I can show you later…” She smiled deviously, seductively, toying with the extremely attractive man across from her once again.
“Oh, really?! Gonta would love to! Sure, later I will look at all of them! Please show me!” He continued eating nonchalantly, unbothered, while she felt her face warm up in slight embarrassment. Did he really mean that? He seemed so chill about it.
“O-okay, well, tell me about your work!” She changed the subject promptly.
They spent the next few hours talking about the paths entomology had led them down individually. Gonta studied new species of bugs, travelled in search of them, studied migration, breeding, the life of bugs. (Y/N) was a forensic entomologist, studying bugs in death, how they showed the time of death in corpses, where someone died, and so on. Gonta was a bit shaken by her explanation of her particular studies, but he was fascinated nonetheless. And yes, eventually they did get to what her favorite bug was. It felt like the whole conference around them meant nothing. They had no want to attend the lectures, so lost in they were in each other.
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“Well, Gonta, it’s been amazing hanging out with you, but I gotta head out. I’ve been here since seven this morning and to be honest, I fuckin’ hate it here. Other conferences I’ve been to weren’t as… full of pretentious assholes.” She noticed the sad look in his eyes, the previous contentment melting away as she announced her departure. Taking a deep breath and hoping she wasn’t being too bold, hoping desperately that he wouldn’t get angry with her, she steeled her nerves and asked: “Do… do you wanna come back to my hotel room with me…?” She stared him down, unable to look away, heart pounding. His frown turned upwards at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled warmly.
“Of course! I want to!” Gonta replied enthusiastically, offering her his elbow (as a gentleman does) to escort her out of the convention center and to her hotel.
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The walk back to her hotel - which was strategically a short few blocks from the convention center - was friendly and enjoyable. Gonta asked her a million questions, like how she was enjoying the city, if she’d seen much of it outside of the conference area, if she’d been to Japan, if she’d inspected the insect life in this area, if her hotel had a courtyard or garden to look for bugs.
Now inside her room, he looked around with wonder, snatching up the entomology books she had and marveling at the little bug themed t-shirts and merch she had laying around. Her room was in all honesty a mess, but he couldn’t care less, making himself at home. He took particular interest in her Playstation, where she’d brought a game where bugs were cute little food monsters, like snack mutations. She explained that she didn’t want to be alone on this business trip without some type of console to ease her boredom, and he made her promise that he could come over again to play some more… once he got his work done at his own hotel, of course.
Hours passed with him sitting crossed-legged on the bed next to her, her laptop between them, while she showed him the endless world of possibilities when it came to creatively expressing his love for bugs. She showed him her favorite bug type Pokemon and some of her favorite artists online that made digital art of bugs. He scooted closer when he brought up the Etsy shop that sold the colorful bug pins on her bag, and he gasped when they searched Google Images for insect tattoo variations and ideas. He never knew there were so many different art styles to choose from, and it reignited his curiosity from earlier.
“Hey, (Y/N), you said you would show me your other bug art on your body! Can you show Gonta now?” He turned to her, oblivious to the way their noses nearly touched, unbothered by their proximity. She’d learned throughout the day that personal space wasn’t really an issue to him. A spark of anxiety and slight embarrassment ran up her spine at his mention of her hidden tattoos. It was partially a joke when she’d first mentioned it, and she didn’t think he’d remember, especially considering how easily distracted and impressed he was with all of the other things he was learning about her today.
“Um…” Well, she did say she’d show him… no reason to take it back now, especially with how well they were getting on, and how awfully close he was, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, how eager he looked… “Well, are you sure…?”
“Yeah!” He scooted to the end of the bed, giving her space to move, his eyes never leaving her. “Loving bugs so much to put them permanently on your body?! Gonta could never hold a bug forever, they need to be free. So, this is good alternative, I think.” He smiled, rubbing his hands together, so very ready to see what she had to show him.
She stood, a bit nervously, and started to finger at the buttons on her flannel, starting from the bottom until they were unclasped all the way up, and she split her shirt open to reveal smooth skin and a nude-colored bra underneath.
“Oh, w-wow!” When she said other places, Gonta hadn’t anticipated that it would be so close to her private, special lady parts. He didn’t want to be ungentlemanly and stare, but felt like it would also be rude to not look after he asked to see it! With a nervous hand scratching his rapidly warming neck, he took in the gorgeous orchid mantis sitting across the top of her ribs, just under her breasts in the center of her abdomen. It’s delicate pink body and wings were spread out on display. “It’s beautiful! Really…”
“You’re barely looking…” she giggled nervously, tilting her head to look at the sheepish man before her.
“I-is Gonta allowed? He didn’t know it would be in such… personal place. Should ask a lady’s permission first…”
“Well of course you have my permission!’ She shook her head at his silly notion. “I chose to show you.” Despite her words, he still looked off slightly to the right, avoiding her body in his peripherals. “Hey…” She leaned forward, grasping his chin between her finger and thumb and turning him to face her. He got an eyeful of her cleavage before quickly shooting his gaze up to meet hers. “It’s okay…” she smiled in approval, giving him her consent. Leaning back, she allowed him to view the mantis in its full glory again. “Wanna see the other one?” He nodded silently.
She shook the flannel fully off, and reached down for the button of her pants, undoing it and then the zipper below before shimmying out of the garment. The trousers fell to the ground and, now in her mismatched panty and bra set, she turned around, arms crossed demurely around her middle to allow him a view of her backside.
Gonta swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very restricted and hot in his suit. He reached up, loosening his tie and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He followed the round curve of her ass down her plump thighs and past her knees. Resting under the back of one knee on her shin was a bright blue butterfly, wings outstretched.
“I hope you don’t mind…” she mused, her stomach in knots and heat pooling below her mantis, in the depths of her core. “They were both in kinda… I don't know… awkward-to-show places. I-”
“NO! N-no... “ Gonta shook himself out of his trance, not aware of how hard he was staring. “It’s fine. Gonta not offended. More worried about (Y/N). But… they are amazing… beautiful tattoos…” She turned back around to face him, relieved, and sat on the bed again. On his hands and knees, he crawled toward her, a question playing on his lips, but unsure if it was proper to ask. “Can… can I touch it? Never seen a tattoo this close before…” He spoke, nearly a whisper.
“Sure…” She felt her body begin to heat up further, that familiar feeling creeping up her spine. He was now hovering over her as she reclined on the pillows at the head of her bed (there’s that lack of awareness of personal space again) and he reached out, trailing large digits down the mantis. She began to breathe heavier, immediately affected by her magnetic attraction to him. His fingers glided over it: the wings, legs, head.
“It’s smooth, soft…” He spoke, much lower than his normal tone of voice.
“Yeah?” She asked, just wanting to be validated even further by his confirmation. He indulged her of course, nodding. “I have other hidden bugs… do you wanna see?” She exhaled, holding in a breath she didn’t know she’d been keeping in. His nod went from slow and soft to vigorous, thrilled by the prospect of other bugs, extra bugs, bonus bugs.
Sitting up slightly, she reached back behind her and unclasped her bra. Gonta immediately became jittery again, apprehensive, but she looked him in the eyes, nodding her consent once again, and it helped to ease his nerves, albeit just a little. Throwing the bra to the side, she revealed perky nipples, two buds hardened by not only arousal but being exposed to the cool hotel room air. On either side of each were two silver wings that mirror each other, forming a silver butterfly around each nipple. Gonta felt something deep inside of him come alive, and something throbbing and bothersome strain against his nice new dress pants.
Piercings! He’d never even considered piercings! They were another thing, just like tattoos that he was told would make him less of a gentleman growing up. His friends Rantarou and Korekiyo back in his Hope’s Peak days had them, and they debunked his previous assumption that they weren’t proper for men to wear, but he’d always been too hesitant still, too scared to get them, even somewhere as mundane and common as his ears. But she… she had them on her-
“May I?” He found himself primally, instinctively reaching out to touch them, but stopping just before making contact, forcing an inhale of frustration and desire to leave her throat. She nodded, bringing her hand up to guide his to them, and once he got the hang of it, she released him to explore on his own. He twiddled with the butterfly wings, curious about how they got the little bars through and if they hurt. When his thumb glossed over the skin poking at him from between the wings, he jumped, startled when she moaned a bit, on accident, but he didn’t mind. Experimentally, he took the bud in between his finger and thumb and squeezed it. She hissed, her back arching up toward him. The throbbing in his pants only grew stronger. Now, Gonta was a bit naive at times, a bit young at heart, but at the end of the day he was an adult, and he’d had sexual encounters before, and he knew what her reactions meant, and what he was feeling down below.
Keeping eye contact with her the entire time, looking for signs of protest, he removed his glasses, setting them aside before lowering his head slowly to her chest. His tongue poked out, flicking across her right nipple quickly once. She sighed, her heart rate picking up, simultaneously a bit embarrassed but so turned on by the intense eye contact. His blood red irises kept her pinned there while he went to work, now licking a bit harder, longer, suckling at the wings and tugging with his teeth.
“Ahh!” A particularly rough tug had her thrusting her hips up a bit, and he retreated, moving his mouth down to press gentle kisses across the mantis on her stomach.
“Sorry… was Gonta too rough that time?” With a cherry-red blush misting his entire cheeks, he trailed lower and lower with his kisses, skipping over her womanhood in favor of her thighs. He would never invade such a private place without express, specific consent, even if he was getting hot and steamy with a woman. That area could be special, or uncomfortable for some women if not handled with absolute care.
“Yeah, it was a bit hard but… I liked it. Don’t worry.” He lifted her leg up and over his shoulder and kissed down from the ankle, to the shin and turned it gently to place a kiss on the blue butterfly. Not being able to take this slow teasing any longer, she reached forward, grabbing him by the front of his suit jacket to lay up between her legs. Now face to face, she brought her left hand gently to the back of his head, pulling the tie away and letting his neat bun fall from its place. His hair, like untamable waves, fell over his shoulders, into her face and his. “I like it better like this…” she mused, placing both hands on the sides of his face. She pulled him in, capturing his lips with hers, and he melted into her, their lips molding together as if they were a perfect fit, two puzzle pieces. One of his hands tangled itself in her hair, deepening the kiss as much as he could without crushing her. The other slid down her body to right between her thighs, resting on the meaty, plump skin that lay just outside her panties.
“Gonta… not want to take things too far, too fast…” He admitted, a bit embarrassed that he let himself give into his desires this much already. “Gentlemen take ladies to dinner first, at least…” he smiled sheepishly. She couldn’t help but laugh at his words, how sweet he was and how determined he was to show her the proper respect.
“Don’t worry about that now, Gonta. We will both be here for the next few days, yes? We’ll have time for that, if that’s what you want. We can go as slow as you want. For tonight, we have all the time in the world.”
can you write some general fluff-ish smut headcanons for gonta and nekomaru? like, it's smut but it's also very wholesome and intimate and all that. please and thank you <3
Soft NSFW headcanons for Gonta Gokuhara and Nekomaru Nidai
I'm doing these past my bedtime yawwnn here you go my love
-Mod Souda
Gonta Gokuhara
❤ He loves to nuzzle his face against your neck.
❤ The idea of being flustered, blushing or otherwise, embarrasses him so he would much rather press his forehead against your skin and stay there for eternity.
❤ He begs in a very cute voice.
❤ He says things about how he'll be good for you and he'll ask you to do things to him.
❤ Loves to press kisses over your body. He's a giver when it comes to body worshipping.
❤ He loves to please you - it makes him feel important, it makes him feel loved.
❤ Like when he goes in between your thighs, he'll press kisses to the inside of them, which tickle, and that only encourages him more.
❤ Tangle your fingers in his hair when the two of you kiss, he likes it! It flusters him.
❤ It also flusters him when you trail your fingers up and down his chest.
❤ He has muscles - huge ones - so admire them, no matter how many goosebumps it puts on his body.
❤ He wants to be close to you when the two of you do the nasty, and he'll hold you with his big arms, making it hard to move yourself, which is fine because he likes doing all the work.
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Nekomaru Nidai
❤ He also likes doing all the work but in a more dominant way.
❤ Instead of begging, he's whispering things about how you're so perfect for him and how you fit him so nicely.
❤ He would kill to hear all your cute noises - and he can make you release a lot of them.
❤ Whenever you moan, he smiles wide, saying there you go.
❤ And he gives the best head pats. After care is important for him, too, he's brilliant at taking care of you.
❤ He'll massage you, too, especially if he's pushed you into some crooked position. He also knows the best acupuncture points to press on to help you relax.
❤ He gets more team manager-y afterward, especially if it was something like a scene rather than casual sexy time. There's a lot of yes - good work! and you killed it this time around.
❤ Those things are both flattering and hilarious. It matters what mood you're in.
❤ If you have stuffed animals, I can imagine him being the one that turns them around so they don't have to 'witness' anything.
