𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ; denji x fem!reader
⟣ word count: 1.6k ⸺ genre: smut.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! established relationship, needy bf, fem!dom, dry humping, thigh fucking, hand job, pet names, very light degradation, praise, aged up character.
⟣ author’s note: my baby baby denji 🥹
it was a normal day with your boyfriend, cuddling in bed after school; your parents weren’t home so you two ordered a lot of food and enjoyed it watching a movie that was now over.
you were giving your back at denji, his arms locked around your torso.
“love, you still mad at me?” he mumbled, his face buried into his neck.
“yeah.” you spoke softly.
you weren’t actually mad. he said some actress on the movie was hot and you’ve been acting like you were mad for the last twenty minutes, even though you really didn’t care. it was just kinda fun seeing him sulking and whining against your neck as he tried to get you to stroke his hair.
“i said i was sorry,” he said, raising his head from your neck “please?”
“nope.” you popped the ‘p’ exaggeratedly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.
he groaned as he let his forehead fall onto your shoulder once again, huffing.
that got him quiet for a few minutes.
before you felt him shift against you, hips pressed onto your ass cheeks. he just pressed there without moving an inch, and soon enough you felt him hardening in his shorts.
he thought that you obviously couldn’t ignore him if he was hard against you; but he thought wrong, because you were more than willing to make him beg for a bit of attention. it’s not like you were evil or something, you just needed to spice things up in the relationship from time to time.
“love,” he called again; his hips giving a soft grind into yours “you still mad?”
he whined “don’t call me denji.”
“that’s your name.” your head looked over your shoulder to take a look at his blonde hair; his face buried into you like your body had a magnet that pulled his head.
“you know that’s not what i mean,” he huffed, his arm sliding down to wrap tightly around your waist “you’re so mean t’me.”
“am i?” you said, amused as his hips ground onto your ass a little harder.
“yeah,” he choked on his own words “so mean.”
you chuckled low on your throat, rolling your eyes as you turned your head back to your phone screen, scrolling through tiktok without giving him more attention.
it didn’t take long before he started letting out soft grunts and desperate whimpers against the skin of your neck. he didn’t know how to keep quiet. he couldn’t keep quiet.
denji started grinding his hips into the plump of your ass, so desperately trying to get friction into his throbbing cock. he didn’t knew why, but having having you being mean to him, ignoring him or not giving him any attention, made him more needy that he wanted to admit. for some reason his brain immediately thought that if he could get into your pants, you would give him attention once again.
“hnghh…love, are you even listenin’ me?” he got no answer, his hands tightened on your waist before traveling lower and squeezing the flesh of your thighs under the shorts you were wearing.
he didn’t push it though. he knew better than that.
you continued scrolling through your phone, the sound coming from it barely doing anything to hide denji’s moans—he thought he was being quiet—you felt heat pooling low in your stomach, but you refused to cave in. that wouldn’t be fun, after all.
“darling, i need ya.” he whimpered, hips rutting frenetically into your ass, a wet spot forming on his shorts.
“jesus,” you finally turned around, giving him a bored look “what is it?”
“baby!” his eyes almost sparked when you turned around, already taking off his shorts, his cock slapping his stomach “please?”
“hm, i’m still mad at you, you know?” your eyes went from his red tip to his eyes, now wide open in betrayal.
“but—but— i said i was sorry...” he said, quietly.
“so? would you like if if i called another boy hot?” you tried to keep your expression neutral, but your hand met his hair nonetheless.
he groaned, leaning into any touch you gave him “no,” he whispered “but i’m sorry.”
“i know you are, honey. still, you’re not getting pussy.”
he audibly gasped, eyes wide and lip trembling at the thought of not getting to feel your sweet pussy around him. he had already been imagining it, how wet you’d feel around him when you finally allowed him to slip inside of you.
that fantasy was completely gone now.
he clenched your hips, cock hitting your thighs and he moaned at the feeling “baby, please. don’t do this to me, i’ll die!”
“you won’t die,” you scoffed, hand traveling down from his hair to the side of his jaw “no one has ever died by not getting some.”
“well, i’ll be the first one!” he whined “baby, i’m sorry.”
“i said, no pussy for you.” you flicked gently his forehead, making him huff.
he reluctantly slumped back, pushing his shorts up again. he was quiet and still for a few minutes, but then a thought rushed through his head.
“no pussy?” he repeated “that means i can get something else, right?”
you rolled your eyes with an amused smile “i guess, if you can get creative.”
his eyes sparkled with a hint of hope as he discarded his shorts once again, moaning as he wrapped his hand around himself. you turned around, raising an eyebrow “what are you gonna do?”
“stay there,” he moaned as he grabbed your thighs; moving until his chest was pressed into your back and his cock slipped into your thighs, using his hands to press them together around him “ah, just this..”
you gasped when you felt how denji started moving his hips desperately into your thighs. he was hard and leaking against you, moaning desperately into your skin, mumbling words you couldn’t make up.
“you’re really this needy?” you mumbled, your voice a little more hoarse that before “fucking my thighs like this? geez, den.”
“‘m sorry— i just needed this,” he panted “holy shit, feels so good!”
you chuckled lowly “i can’t believe it, you’re really gonna cum just like this? that’s a little pathetic, don’t you think?”
“yeah! can i? please baby, can i?”
“let me think about it…” you smirked “i don’t think so.”
“what!?” his voice broke mid word, a ragged breath escaping his chest “why? why? what did i do?”
you slowly separated from him, his cock slipping away from your thighs where he now left a sticky mess. you turned around until you were facing him, he was laying on his back, whining pitifully.
“i mean, you would make a mess, right?” you hugged him against you, and he leaned into you like he was starving for your touch “we don’t want that.”
denji understood completely the second you said that. god, he was smart for this type of things.
“baby, can you use your hand on me?” he pleaded “please?”
you chuckled lightly, but your hand wrapped around him nonetheless. he bristled under your touch, his hips twitching into your hand as he swore under his breath. you ran your thumb over the swollen tip, red and crying for release.
“i can’t believe you’re this worked up over nothing,” you whispered, your hand collecting all the slickness around the head before pumping all his length once, then twice “you’re so needy denji, aren’t you ashamed of being so whiny? of begging for some pussy but settling for whatever i give you?”
“don’t say my name— don’t.” he whined against you, face buried into your neck.
“you are such a baby,” you smiled, moving your hand up and down in a slow rhythm “but i love you just like this, honey. you know that?”
one hand stayed around his heavy cock, while the other played with his hair, your nails scratching into his scalp just the way he liked it. he was starting to get louder and louder every time your finger swiped over his slit, or when your nails grazed his balls when your hand was at the base.
“need to cum,” he whimpered “i need you to go faster so i can cum, please.”
“yeah?” your pace slowed down instead “only good boys cum, you know?”
“please!” he said, desperate as his eyes snapped open, looking into yours with blown out pupils “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry for everything i’ve ever done i just need this so bad and—and— i’ll be such a good boy for you! do anything you ask me to i swear.”
you giggled under your breath, leaning in and taking his lips into yours, which he responded eagerly to by kissing you back, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours.
you kissed him deeper, angling his head by a grip around his hair, making him squirm under your touch. your hand moved rapidly around him, tightening just enough so he would be seeing stars even behind his eyelids. just the way he liked it.
soon enough, he came in your hand. thick sperm staining your skin and a small part of your shorts.
“hm look at this, denji.” you said.
“i’ll clean it!” he said, immediately sitting up “i’m a good boy i’ll—”
he fell back into the bed, he had just came and trying to stand up so fast had only made him dizzy. you chuckled, running your clean hand through his hair.
“it’s okay,” you smiled “you’re my good boy already anyway.”
© luvingtsumu 2O26 ⸺ materialist
