denji uses your thighs like a good boy
inspired by this twitter video and here’s a bonus
masterlist
denji let out a shudder as you undid his belt and pulled everything down. his dick twitched eagerly, already fully hard for you, “s-shit..” he whined with his hips bucking, trying to feel friction—his hand gripped the sheets, looking at you with his golden eyes, filled with lust.
“please .. touch me ..” the words came out almost breathless, like a pleading whisper, with his hips still slightly bucking. just to tease him just a little bit, you dragged your finger up and down his length in playful motions—his dick throbbing under your touch making him throw his head back at the little sensations, pre-cum already forming at his tip. “a-ah—cmon .. c-cmon don’t be like that!” he whimpered, his fingers clutching the sheets even tighter than before, “so needy, ji ji.”
he couldn’t help but whine at your words, shaking his head ‘yes’, making his collar jingle, the jingle only making him more squirmy and aroused. a yelp filled your ears as you tugged his leash, making him hover over you, and putting both of your legs on his broad shoulder. his breath hitched as you pressed his dick between your thighs. the heat made his body shudder. his arms wrapped around your legs to anchor himself, fingers digging into the back of your thighs, definitely making bruises.
“shitshitshit!” rambling out words, hips jerking in the perfect, tight squeeze around him—the side of his head dropped against your calf, breathing ragged and uneven. every movement between you two made him twitch and leak even more, voice cracking into little whimpers.
you tug on this leash, giving him the go-ahead to start—denji sucked on his teeth at your firm command, his hips jerked forward in a rough, desperate thrust, the tight slick of your thighs made his vision blur. a broken ripped from his throat as he rutted against you, his rhythm already shaky and erratic. “f-fuck—! i’m s-sorry! ah!”
scrambling to get his words out as he continued to fucked your thighs, every drag of his dick against your skin sent sparks up his spine, his muscles tensing at the pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
“p-please—hngh—gonna .. gonna cum—!” he choked out a warning, hips stuttering the closer he got. a strangled whine came out as his collar tightened around him, “did i say so?” his muscles locked as he struggled not to move, still throbbing painfully in your thighs, aching and neglected. “n-ngh! f-fuck no you didn’t! i’m sorry b-baby.” pleading, he looked at you with pure desperation, his breath coming in ragged pants.
relieving pressure on his neck, you permitted him to keep going—his hips snapped forward, his dick eagerly sliding through with a slick, filthy sound. denji’s arms tighten around your legs, his rhythm rough. “t-thank you! ah—fuck! .. i love you s-so much!” he babbled between, his voice cracked with every movement, he looked at you again with those puppy eyes—looking for permission to cum.
shaking your head ‘no.’ he started to cry as the pleasure slowly started to turn into pain, as his dick ached to spill. slowing down in his thrusts, more deliberate, each drag of his length made his stomach clench tighter. barely thinking straight, hot tears dripped from his face to your legs, his mind hazed with desperation.
his tip became more red and bruised as the seconds ticked on, begging to leak. “i-i can’t anymore .. p-please baby.” he whimpered like a wet dog, looking at you with glossy eyes from unshed tears. shoving your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, his tongue wasting no time to lap and suck them—twitching pathetically. whining around your fingers, coating them in his spit, pulling back just to speak, he muffled something incoherent with glistening lips, “mmf—hah—”
his eyes fluttered shut as a nasty noise escaped him—sucking your fingers deeper as he fucked with rough, uneven strokes. nuzzling into your calf, he bit down into your skin as he felt his release boiling up in his stomach again. “n-ngh.. n-no n-no!"
denji’s movements escalated into frantic thrusts, the wet sounds from your thigh becoming louder—with a choked cry, his voice filled the room as he nuts, spraying all over your boobs and stomach. “am i a good puppy?”
premise: denji sleeping with you initially for the money, but then becoming attached to the comfort that comes with it
featuring: 'sugaring' relationship (sex4money), oral, mentions of masturbation, anal play, penetration, explored sexuality, mentions of the importance of consent, overstimulation, subspace, use of safe word, praising, & mentions of negative sexual experiences
postscript: denji keeps on getting manipulated by women because his real soulmate is a man, and you can't fight me on that 🗣
like usual, smut is at the bottom. the first portion is just storyline and SFW content
angel devil is my next chainsaw man victim, TRUST 🙏🙏
────────────────────────────────────────────
SFW:
- denji, who was approached by you while strolling the hallways of the corporate building he worked in. he'd just gotten done speaking with makima about a new mission and possible date, so he was in a rather pleasant mood already. his mental planning for locations they could go to was halted, however, when he heard a voice call his name from the other side of the hall. "ah, you're denji, right?" you inquired, slightly jogging your way over to the other male. "uhm, yeah," he hesitantly answered, more focused on trying to scan you out than immediately responding to your questions.
- denji, who unintentionally checked you while looking for any signs of familiarity. he quickly discovered, though, after looking at you, that you absolutely were not a part of the public safety devil hunters organization. the suit you were wearing was distinctively far more expensive than his, you had top-tier dress shoes on, and the way your hair was styled presented that of class and wealth. though he had grown up in poverty, denji could clearly tell that there was an economic class difference between the two of you. if he knew any better, there wouldn't even be a reason for you to be stepping foot, much less working, for the organization. you didn't seem to be lacking money or support from what he could tell.
- denji, who was too caught up sizing you up to realize when you had finished talking and were now awaiting a response from him. "oh, uh, sorry. I got distracted," he muttered out, weakly looking to the side as a dust of pink covered his cheeks. he convinced himself it was embarrassment that had him turning red and timid, but in the back of his mind he knew that wasn't completely true. it was enough to be caught not paying attention to someone’s word, yet it was a completely different one when it came to someone that was attractive too. you probably got so many chicks to take on dates with a mug like that. not that he cared. you were a dude anyways, and he was totally not into them!
- denji, who actually listened this time when you reintroduced yourself, verifying his earlier assumption that you weren't one of the employees of the corporation, but an investor instead. "I sometimes like to pass by to make sure that the place I'm putting my funds into is thriving," you quipped, a small smile taking place on your features. shit, you even had a nice smile. way more charming than his. how many girls did you swoop in on with that grin? fuck, why did he keep thinking about that? he shouldn't care in the slightest since he didn't like guys. "are you free right now?" you prodded further, tilting your head to the side as you awaited a reply. "hm? oh, no. I was actually just about to go to lunch," he retorted, scratching the back of his head as he broke the eye contact between the two of you again. jesus, he was never this anxious around anyone else, much less complete strangers. why was he having such a hard time being relaxed around you? "could I take you to lunch? it'll all be on me!" you chirped.
- denji, who was taken out to lunch by you that same day. he hadn't known you less than 2 hours ago, but hey, a free meal was a free meal. he'll be damned if he passes that up. while munching down on the burger you'd ordered him, you instead stuck with a cup of tea. in the midst of the rather silent luncheon, you decided to finally break it. "denji, I must admit, I didn't come to you solely to buy you lunch," you started, swirling a small spoon in your cup. "I do have something I came here for." this piqued denji’s attention, making him rip his eyes away from his meal to look up at you. he knew that you didn't approach him just for nothing, but he also wasn't expecting you to be so direct about what business you had with him. "well?" he urged forward, cleaning the leftover food around his mouth with the back of his hand. "what is it?" as you put your drink down, you finally look back up at him to meet his gaze. "I have a kind of arrangement that I would like to do with you."
- denji, who started this 'arrangement' with you a week after you approached him at his job. you told him he didn't have to do it every single time you called, but with the amount you were paying him, he honestly would've shown up even if he was at death’s door. the deal had been that you would pay him a hefty wage, as well as buy him whatever meal he wanted that day—and in exchange you would use his body for a few hours. he wasn't overly hyped for the idea of you touching him and possibly losing his virginity to a dude. however, you verified that nothing you two would be doing would result in him losing it—at least not the one he cared about anyways.
- denji, who met up with you on one of his days off, going into the session with a mindset of just needing to get it done fast and then forget about it. with how many bad instances he's had in the romantic and intimate part of his life, he wasn't going to let there be any possibility for you to give him any more trauma in that department. he'd already thought up all the worst-case scenarios and how he'd react in them so that nothing occurred that he wasn't prepared for.
- denji, who for the first time actually felt comfortable and at ease in an intimate experience. he didn't feel like him feeling good or being treated like a human was conditional or something that only mattered if someone could get something out of him. even if he couldn't go to the extremes you wanted on his first time, you didn't show any anger or disappointment. though it might've seemed like the normal thing to do for you, it was something that deeply stuck with him.
- denji, who still went on dates with miss makima because he thought that what you two had was a no-strings-attached type of deal. however, he eventually started to mentally log out of the dates and started busying his mind thinking about something—or better, someone—else. he’d start wondering about what you were doing and if you had any plans to call him later on that day. he secretly hoped you did; he hadn’t said it out loud yet, but he definitely felt himself falling for your charm and appeal, harboring a small crush for you.
- denji, who convinced himself that he was going to your guys' arrangements strictly for the money, even though in reality he actually liked the comfort and safety he felt with you.
────────────────────────────────────────────
NSFW:
- denji, who was actually shocked when you asked for direct consent from him before touching him. with how many times he’s just taken any sort of kinship that was handed to him—willingly or unwillingly—he was at a loss of words when you actually gave him a choice of whether or not to receive it. he brushed it off by giving back a snarky remark, something along the lines of “well, we’re not gonna get anywhere if I say no, are we?” to that, you’d lean down to his level and gently grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “nothing is going to be done if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to think you’re being forced into this,” you plainly stated, dropping your hand from his face before rising back to your full stature. “now, are you okay with this or not?” giving a small nod and a verbal ‘yes,’ you finally started touching him.
- denji, who looked absolutely pathetic the first time you stimulated his cock. you were aware that he was inexperienced, so you began by doing something simple, such as blowing him. you alternated between your hands and mouth, feeling both out to see how he’d react. it didn’t matter either way, since just the fact that you were touching his dick at all was enough to have him squirming. he wasn’t able to hold out for long, eventually finishing all over your closed palm, giving a weak “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” while still riding his high. what a considerate boy he is.
- denji, who let you finger him and play with his cock on your first meeting. he was on your bed, lying on his back with his legs slightly spread as you massaged two of your fingers into his hole, using your other hand to stimulate his dick. he was getting used to you touching his genitalia, though he didn't fully understand the need for you to go into his back door since he didn't feel anything there—"aghhh, ahh-ahh~" the boy let out a strangled moan as you suddenly touched a part in his anus that made him see stars. "found it," you huffed out, repeatedly moving your fingers to graze the area that had gotten you a reaction.
- denji, who was brought to tears and was drooling like crazy from you giving him double the stimulation from both ends. at one point, he subconsciously grabbed on to you due to not knowing how to deal with the feeling. "it's okay," you purred into his ear, leaving a gentle array of kisses on his cheeks and temple. "it feels good, right? just relax into the feeling; nothing bad is going to happen." he tried breathing as best as he could to try and calm down his now shaking frame. unfortunately, it worked to no avail, especially since you wouldn't let up on fingering his ass and jerking him off. it was hard to even think with how good everything felt, much less remember how to properly breathe.
- denji, who called out his safe word due to an overload of sensations. although it wasn't a bad experience, it was just genuinely too much for him, especially for his first ever session. can you blame him, though? he came into this thinking he would come out with some sort of new trauma or cringe memory, but instead he found out that there were new emotions and physical sensations he could feel during sex that were insanely good. "r-red, red," he choked out, hoping that his voice was loud enough to be heard. his eyes were blurred by tears at this point, so the poor baby couldn't even see you. "m/n, I'm sorry I can't do this anymore." you, of course, immediately pulled back, reaching for a towel to clean him up and a water bottle so that he could hydrate himself. though the action of you retreating and getting objects to help him recover were common courtesy to you, that was a moment that entirely stuck with him. you were kind, you were gentle, and you were understanding and okay with taking no for an answer.
- denji, who called you again 2 days after your first session, insisting it was just that he needed the money to pay for something, when in reality he wanted to be held by you again. he'd tried stimulating himself the same way you did during the time away from you, but he just couldn't replicate it the same way you did. also, it didn't help he lived with two other people, so any privacy to do any of the sorts was practically impossible to attain.
- denji, who decided to take charge in the next session. instead of waiting for you to lay him down and start touching him, he took his own pants and boxers off, lying face down with his hips in the air this time. "just hurry it up already," he'd murmur, acting as if it was a hassle to do this in the first place, when in reality he was just desperate to have your hands on him again. putting his whole face into a pillow, the boy would close his eyes and actually force himself to steadily breathe this time, because he didn't want to halt the pleasure like last time.
- denji, who would have his mental state broken due to the overload of pleasure you'd provide him with. you'd decide to finally get serious with him and do full penetration. he'd have such a hard time handling it. not the act of taking you in, because you would've stretched him out enough to properly take you, but more about handling everything that comes afterwards. you'd start with a slow pace but eventually build your way up to a steady rhythm.
- denji, who wouldn't be saying much but would be feeling everything. you would've gotten a bit concerned with how silent he is and checked on him to make sure he was doing well. "you holding up okay? you haven't made a sound since I started moving." the words came out casual, but you started to get even more worried when he wasn't responding. halting your movement, you'd lean over to pick his head up from the pillow, only to see the most lewd expression ever presented.
- denji, who was flushed with tear streaks going down his face and a runny nose. a complete mess, really. your heart nearly skipped a beat from just how erotic his face looked. "give me your arms, denji," you quietly demanded, not waiting for a response before reaching down to grab him by his forearms, forcing him to be upright while you plowed him from behind. using his arms as leverage, you thrust your shaft into him with all your force, making sure to snap your hips at an angle that hits his g-spot.
- denji, who couldn't use the pillows to hide his face or moans anymore, letting them out into the air as you relentlessly pounded into him. he could feel his senses giving out; everything was becoming too much again. yet, this time he didn't want to stop. he wanted you to keep going and to never stop. he loved this—loved the feeling of you filling him and owning his body. he liked having sex with you so much that he didn't mind if this arrangement the pair of you had continued to happen forever.
- denji, who is so sensitive to orgasming that after he climaxes one or two times, he's immediately pulled into subspace. when he falls into that state of mind, you stop all prior actions and focus on making sure he’s okay, not wanting to shift the moment into a bad one. you'd hold him close, drawing circles into his skin with your thumb and whispering reassuring words into his ear. it's not exactly easy to get him clean when he's in subspace, though, since he becomes ten times more clingy and dependent. if you get up to do anything—even if it's with the intention to help him—he'll immediately start shaking, making gestures to convey that he doesn't want you to leave his side.
- denji, who eventually will start to forget that he's supposed to sleep with you for money and more so do it because of the connection and pure intimacy he feels being with you. he'd start changing up his schedule just to be able to meet with you more often throughout a week, asking you to pay for his work lunches nearly every day just so that he could 'pay you back' more frequently. he'd start offering to take care of you in one of the restaurant stalls or to go back to his place while power and aki are out on their own missions. if anything, it'd seem like he's more excited to give you his part of the deal than you are. not that there's any complaints coming from your end.
“Is it cramps?” Denji murmurs, getting into your bedroll, gently nuzzling his face against yours. “Yeah…” You mumble back, feeling the usual symptoms that come with having a period.
Denji’s hand slides down your body, making you peer at him from the corner of your eye, ready to shy away, not wanting to make a mess of his fingers, or worse, the bedroll. To your surprise his hand stops under your navel, pushing down and rubbing your lower stomach.
“What’re you doing…” You blink a few times from confusion. “Hm? I’m massaging you, that helps with cramps doesn’t it?” Denji’s face expresses his inner want to do good, to make you feel better, but he doesn’t have a uterus. He knows that when he gets a cramp in his calf from working out, nothing feels better than when you massage it away.
“It’s not really the same Denji.” You smile, endeared by his sweetness. You place your hand over his, stilling his firm motions. “Just lay your hand flat, the warmth helps more.”
“Oh.” Denji hums, laying his hand flat, resting his head on your pillow, curling himself around you. You lazily wrap an arm around him, he nibbles your skin with his pointy teeth. “I can smell it…” He breathes in deeply, making you furl your nose, trying to push him away. “Ew! Stop! Denji!” He fights against your hands, pinning you down to snuggle.
“It’s not bad, don’t be shy—i’ve smelled worse.”
You don’t doubt him, knowing all the nitty gritty of his shitty childhood. “Still…thats so gross, i don’t want to know that you know.”
“Fine. Jeez.” Denji giggles, nosing your neck, giving you little kisses all over. “Hey…what did you think I was gonna do earlier?” He leans up, squinting at your now sheepish face.
“Nothing!”
dividers by @cursed-carmine
a/n: filler before i begin working on requests ^_^
boyfriend!Denji who has ZERO romantic experience with women, and so when he starts dating you, he believes all there is to a relationship is kissing, sex, kissing and more sex...
boyfriend!Denji who can't keep his hand or eyes off of you. whether that be holding your hand as he skips past civilians on the road, as you try to keep up with him, holding you so tight at night you think he's forgotten you need oxygen. and the way he's constantly stating at you as if you hung the moon itself.
boyfriend!Denji who gets so flustered when you kiss him out of nowhere, he forgets how to breathe. his eyes genuinely go wide, his brain buffering like a lagging video. but only seconds he’s chasing your lips again like a starved puppy who finally found food.
boyfriend!Denji who acts tough around everyone else- power, hayakawa, even makima, but the second he catches you looking at him from across the room, he practically melts. and when you cup his face when you kiss him, his head tilts into your palm like he’s never been touched gently before (because honestly, he hasn't. not like this).
boyfriend!Denji who brags about being your boyfriend to anyone who’ll listen—then gets shy when you overhear him. “I wasn’t bragging or anything... i just want people should know I got someone cool, y’know?”
boyfriend!Denji who doesn’t understand the difference between romantic and domestic, so now he’s walking around your apartment shirtless, taking hour long baths in your bathtub, eating sttange concoctions he's made he swears taste great on your couch like he lives there. You’d tell him to leave, but he grins stupidly and offers you a bite. (you agree, and try to hide the slight shock on your face when you realise its not the WORST thing you've ever tasted...)
boyfriend!Denji who doesn’t say “I love you” often, because the words feel too big, but when you catch him watching his side of the bed when he thinks you're asleep, with that goofy smile, you know he means it anyway.
boyfriend!Denji who never knew what real love was like, but when he met you he knew instantly you were the one, his person, his everything
taglist: @geumtsuri
guys the pictures kept moving order when I would save the post so I couldn't put them sorry 😓😓
content: busty!reader, pervy!denji, lazy intimacy, breast fixation, oral fixation(receiving), dirty talk, dry humping, pure smut.
It starts with your phone in your hand and Denji between your tits. Again.
You didn’t even call him over—he just gravitated toward you like a heat-seeking puppy. One second you were scrolling through your feed, and the next his head was on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, face buried right between the soft weight of your breasts.
Not touching you to start anything.
Just… there.
Melting into you.
Groaning low like he was sinking into the best sleep of his life.
“Fuck, you’re warm… ‘m never movin’ again.”
He says that every time. And yet, somehow, every time, he gets a little bolder.
At first, he just nuzzles—lazy, puppy-like, breathing slow. Then he licks. Small, absentminded flicks of his tongue along your skin, your cleavage, the curve of your breast where it spills out of your tank top. You ignore him, barely reacting.
You’ve learned not to engage too fast.
Denji’s like a wild animal when it comes to your chest: if you act like it’s normal, he stays soft. If you respond? He turns rabid.
“You okay down there?” you murmur, thumb scrolling TikTok.
“Mmmh,” he mumbles, lips dragging across your cleavage.
“Better than okay. You smell so good… fuck…”
It escalates slowly. His hand slips under your top, warm fingers sliding up to cup one of your tits like he’s done it a thousand times—and he has. You sigh, arching just slightly when his thumb brushes your nipple.
He doesn’t stop scrolling your skin with his mouth.
Denji kisses lazily at the swell of your breasts, open-mouthed, messy. His tongue drags between them, then over the soft underside. He moans like he’s tasting something, not just skin.
“Tastes like heaven,” he mutters against you.
“Feels like I’m suckin’ on god’s tits or somethin’.”
You snort, but don’t push him off. He’s hard—you can feel it against your thigh—but he hasn’t even tried to take off your shirt. He’s just content to lay there and worship you.
His mouth finds your nipple and wraps around it with a slow, languid suck.
“Mmmnn…”
He doesn’t stop. Not for minutes. Maybe hours.
Every now and then you feel him hump gently against the bed or your leg, desperate and subtle, like he’s trying to get himself off just from sucking your tits.
…
“You wanna fuck?” you ask eventually, voice low, teasing.
He shakes his head against your chest.
“Not yet. Wanna stay here a little longer. ‘Til my jaw gives out.”
“You’ve been at it forever, babe.”
“Still not done.”
His voice is whiny, almost sleepy. His tongue swirls your nipple again, slower now, worshipful.
“Could die like this. Between these huge fuckin’ tits. You’d bury me with a boner.”
You laugh, carding your fingers through his messy hair. He hums at the touch, rutting harder now, but still refuses to move.
“You’re obsessed,” you murmur.
“Yeah,” he groans, mouth open on your skin, spit slick and hot.
A cute little make out session in the messy sheets of Denji's bed is quickly escalating when your inexperienced boyfriend doesn't know how to handle himself when you finally wanna take the next step...
If you'd ask most people, they would describe Denji as repulsive, dense and maybe a little too desperate. With how he grew up, he's so unaware and naive around every topic life has to offer that it's almost endearing. That statement becomes especially true whenever it comes to the opposite sex.
Girls never interacted much with him and after receiving a bunch of panicked screams for help and a handful of police calls whenever he tried to approach one, Denji has learned to solely rely on his absolute filthy imagination when it comes to women.
That is until you stepped into his life. He really wanted to touch and grope at Power’s big tits and he couldn't help the twitch of his cock and the whimper spilling past his lips every time Makima gave him that stern look, but you…with you it was different. The first thing he noticed about you were the soft features of your face and how hard it was to not stare into your beautiful eyes. He found himself wanting to tug the strands of hair behind your ears, hold your hand in his and whenever he thought of you, it was your bright laughter ringing in his head instead of the curves of your body.
He doesn't know how he did it or what a girl like you sees in someone like him, but Denji can proudly say that you're his first ever girlfriend. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you, always trying his best to figure out how things are supposed to work in normal relationships and going onto Aki’s very last nerve with the barrage of questions he has every day, only to still fuck something up in the end.
Despite, Denji really tries hard to be affectionate with you, to stop being such a pervert and give you all the attention you need—which means he obeys and listens blindly to everything you have to say. But it's not like you don't find it cute.
An inexperienced boy like him sweats buckets just by kissing your lips and he's sure he wouldn't survive anything more than that. Just the mental image of seeing you like the pin-up models from those magazines he hides underneath his bed or the thought of touching what lies beneath your clothes is enough to make his cheeks comically crimson and his heart feel like it's going to explode.
But here he is; in his dirty ass room, on his messy sheets and panting like a dog. What started out with an innocent movie marathon while the apartment emptied out—something about Power being a nuisance downtown and Aki having to go over to pick up the pieces—quickly escalated into some sweet little kisses and ended up with you on top of him, straddling his waist as you press him into the mattress with your weight.
A full blown make out session, Denji's first, and he has no idea how he ended up here or what to do next. His lips hang agape as he stares up at you with wide eyes, flushed and sweaty as your hands start to explore his body over the thin shirt he's wearing and his hands grip and flex into the sheets when he doesn't know where else to put them.
It's kinda disgusting, really. Sloppy kisses with too much tongue and saliva—teeth constantly clashing, both your chins glistening in a mix of spit and faces red from the lack of oxygen. Denji came into his pants twice already. He wanted you badly, but he was afraid of doing something wrong, panicking about you laughing at him before running away as soon as you see what a pathetic loser he really is and why girls usually keep their distance.
"Wait..." Denji whispers against your eager lips, his voice trembling as he reluctantly pulls back. But your lips only leave Denji's in favor of sucking marks and bruises along his neckline and he shivers when your hands move under his shirt, feeling completely flustered now as a whimper escapes his trembling, kiss bitten lips.
Your hands are still making their way up over his lean abs, resting against his skin just underneath his ribcage when you make contact with the chainsaw cord. “Want you…today…no more waiting, okay?” You breathe between kisses along his jawline, placing a last little peck against his spit slicked lips before pulling back completely to look down at him.
He looks so cute that you can't help but smile as Denji keeps shaking underneath you with sheer want and desperation, a flush to his cheeks and glossy eyes. He sounds so beautiful as well, all breathless and high pitched whines. You will never make him understand how much you actually love him. His clumsy attempts to handle daily life, the charming smiles over the smallest things, how strong he is during fights and how he looks out for others without even realizing… He will never get the deeply rooted feelings you hold towards him and how you adore him exactly like he is—boyish charm mixed with a peanut sized brain that only belongs to you.
You remove your hands from underneath his shirt to slowly pry his fingers out of the sheets, guiding them to your hips. The reaction is instant; a sharp inhale from Denji before his hips buck up into the air and his fingers dig into your flesh with more pressure than he wanted to.
“Want you to touch me, Denji.” Your eyes meet his with vulnerability, one hand steadying yourself on his waist and with the other you carefully trace over the scars on his torso—old, ugly marks from fights he picked when he was desperate for money.
He swallows hard as your hand keeps sliding up, up, up until your fingers brush the soft underside of his pecs and Denji nearly chokes. His knuckles whitening as he fights not to squirm under your touch and a whimper slips out before he can stop it. A high, broken little sound and he squeezes his eyes shut like that’ll hide how wrecked he already is.
Again his hips jerk up instinctively at the feeling of your small hands finding his nipples, and oh god… there's no hiding the wet stain spreading in his sweatpants anymore. Denji's brain short-circuits. He wants to cry and he wants to beg you not to change your mind once you see how bad he’ll be at this.
“I-I…” He has to swallow hard, throat bobbing nervously. “Y-You want me? Y-you really mean it? N-not just messin’ around?” His voice cracks on the last word. He can’t believe this is happening—can’t believe you’re still here with him, someone who stammers like an idiot, sweats too much and cums in his pants like a middle schooler. “B-But I don’t know how! W-What if I hurt you?! Or, or worse, I just pass out or somethin’! What if my stupid dick doesn't even work right?!” Denji chokes out, voice breaking like a kid about to cry. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes—not from sadness, but from sheer overwhelm: love so deep it scares him, a desire so hot it burns and the fear that one wrong move will ruin everything between you forever.
Your thumb brushes over his nipples again and a raw, embarrassingly high-pitched moan rips through his chest once again and his head falls back against the pillows. You can feel his dick twitching for release underneath you where it is pressed right into your core and you have to chuckle at his stupid insecurities showing again.
"Your dick works just fine, Denji. Maybe a little too well, don't you think?" You ask with that smile still playing around your lips, teasingly lifting an eyebrow as you stare at the wet patch of cum oozing from his sweatpants. "And you won't hurt me... We'll take this slow. I don't expect or want you to do perfect with this... I want you. Just you. Denji, the idiot who talks about motorboating my boobs every chance he gets but never follows through and who whimpers so prettily when I place kisses all over his sensitive spots..."
Just to tease him even further, you lean down to breathe the hint of a kiss against his neck just beneath his earlobe. “P-please don’t laugh… I’ll try my best! I swear I will!” Denji whisper shouts desperately, eyes still squeezed shut as the first tears slip down over his cheeks. He nods his head frantically. “I-I wanna be good for ya… please tell me what t’do…”
He feels pathetic for not knowing what to do—after everything he’s seen in porn, he thought he would at least be able to satisfy you without making a complete fool of himself. But this isn't just sex anymore, it never would have been just sex with you, this feels more real than he ever could have imagined. It feels like giving himself completely to someone who actually loves him back after years of loneliness, being ridiculed and taken advantage of.
To finally take things further, your fingers are retreating from under his shirt to take off your own and Denji's breath comes in ragged, wet gasps as his eyes lock onto your chest. It wasn't sexy lingerie or anything fancy. It wasn't lace or silk with straps meant for seduction. It was simple cotton with little pearl buttons down the front. Innocent-looking, yet somehow more intimate than anything else ever worn by any girl in these magazines or movies he secretly peeked at online when you weren't around.
Denji feels dizzy. His mouth goes dry and he doesn’t even think—just acts—palms sliding up your bare sides with desperate reverence before clumsily groping at the soft cotton of your bra as he stares without blinking, completely mesmerized. His fingers twitch where they hover over the fabric, trembling like he’s touching something sacred. And maybe it is. To him at least, this is holy ground. You’re holy. Especially your fucking perfect tits that fit perfectly in his palms like they were made for him.
He squeezes gently at first, then bolder when no scolding comes from you. Thumbs brushing over the sensitive mounts through fabric until one accidentally grazes a stiff nipple and another whimper escapes him when you arch into his touch.
“F-Fuck…” He croaks into his throat, voice cracking when another wave of arousal hits hard enough that precum leaks more visibly now. "Y-You're...so pretty..." He chokes out on a broken whisper, pupils blown wide as saucers despite how red-faced and teary-eyed he still is.
His fingers fumble over the clasp. What is this thing?! Why won’t it open?! Panic flares in his eyes when he realizes how dumb he must look trying to unhook something so simple. “C-Can I…” His throat locks tight around words stuck somewhere between fear and hope as he stares up at you still seated over his middle. “C-can I take it off?”
"Hmm..." You murmur absent-mindedly, too busy looking down at him lying beneath you.
His hands are shaking when he finally undoes your bra and all he can think about is how badly he wants to touch you. How he wants to bury his face between your tits, lick and suck until you’re gasping like the girls do in porn, he wants to feel your skin under his palms—every inch—and wants to learn how to make you feel good. So good. Because that's what you deserve. But Denji is terrified of disappointing you. He feels unworthy of the sight in front of him.
You help him slide the cotton down your body when you notice him lock up and just stare, not even breathing at the first peek of skin he's never got to witness before, and when the second strap falls down your arm, you carefully leave the fabric to fall down somewhere on the ground beside the bed. You are completely exposed, but with Denji you don't feel vulnerable in this position at all.
Denji meanwhile feels like he just got knocked right in the head—no, right down to his very soul. This is like seeing a god for the first time, like walking right into the gates of heaven when you’ve spent your entire life in hell. Is this what absolution feels like? He can't believe all of this perfection is real. You're... you're…
"Oh God, you're beautiful." He manages in a shaky whisper and his tongue instinctively darts out to wet his dry lips, gaze fixed on how much softer your skin looks there and how the fat jiggles slightly when you chuckle at his compliment. "Can I… can I touch you?”
He almost chokes on his own spit when you guide his palm over your skin, bare this time around with no fabric separating the sensation. His fingers flex instinctively, gentle at first before squeezing just a little tighter in awe. He’s fantasized about this exact moment a thousand times (okay, maybe ten thousand) but nothing, nothing, could have prepared him for how overwhelming it actually is. They’re so…soft. Like clouds, like warm dough fresh from the oven, and he can’t stop staring, can’t stop his thumb from rubbing slow circles around the peak just to watch it stiffen further under his touch.
Denji is pretty used to losing control. There are lots of things he loses control over. His temper. His hormones. His stupid mouth that just says whatever he thinks without any filter. Hell, he can’t even control his own heart when it comes to you, and his body? Is clearly not an exception. It’s too much. Way too much. The warmth of your skin, the way you arch just slightly into his touch, the faint scent of your perfume mixed with sweat and that barely audible gasp falling from your kiss swollen lips—it overwhelms him completely.
His mouth falls open in a silent scream before a pathetic, high-pitched and choked-off whimper finally escapes him. "Ngh—!!!" His vision whites out completely as heat surges through him, burning white and hot from his stomach down to his thighs, before—Oh. Oh no.
One hand stays to hold himself steady against your breast, the other falls down to grip your hips, fingers digging in desperately and nails biting skin while his back arches off the bed. “Oh, f-fuck—!” His hips stutter upward violently, pressing into you with helpless desperation as his cock throbs and spills right then and there—another hot, sticky load soaking through his sweatpants before he even got to do anything for you.
His sweatpants are absolutely ruined, soaked through with wet heat and his entire body trembles like a leaf in a storm when he's melting back onto the mattress with a weak, shuddering exhale. His chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, mouth hanging open in a silent gasp as his hips jerk through the aftershocks, his cock pulsing pathetically against his thigh. He looks destroyed. His lips are swollen, neck littered with marks, eyes glazed and wet—staring up at you wide and devastated.
Denji's cheeks burn hot and he buries his face with his elbow, desperate to hide his embarrassment. He hiccups wetly, tears welling up despite himself. His cock twitches weakly in his ruined pants, still half-hard from how painfully turned on he is, even after cumming like some fucking middle schooler who couldn’t last two seconds and he tries to keep his legs together instinctively as if that’ll hide the sticky mess.
“I-I didn’t—!” His voice cracks pathetically. "I-I'm... sorry… m’so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to! It—it just happened. I—” He whimpers softly, voice muffled by his own skin and gasping for air like he’s drowning.
It’s embarrassing. It’s pathetic. He actually came just from touching you. No thrusting, no grinding, just—just skin under his palms. He wants to curl up and die.
“P-Please don’t hate me…” He whispers, voice small and shaky. “I-I’ll do better next time… I promise! I-I'll clean it up and, and—” He sounds so hopeful it’s pitiful. It really is, with his throat tight as he sniffles pathetically, half-expecting laughter or rejection. But when he peeks at you from under his elbow, all he sees is the soft look you are giving him right now, your own cheeks dusted pink and that little glint in your eyes.
His hands fly up to wipe frantically at his teary face with trembling fingers. “C-Can we pretend that didn’t happen…?” He whimpers—cheeks puffed out in a pout—before burying his face against your chest with a miserable groan. “Y’feel so good… s’not fair…” His voice is muffled against your skin, breath hot and wet against your chest as his lips brush over the soft flesh and he nuzzles into you like a puppy seeking comfort.
"Y-You didn't even—! I-I didn't even got to do anything yet!" He wailed miserably. “…Y-You’re just too pretty.” His arms wrap around your waist anyway, clinging like you might vanish if he lets go and when you gently cradle his face—bring it out of the warm space between your tits to make him look up at you—Denji can feel his cock stir to live again, twitching against your thigh. That look that you're giving him…you really deserve the world.
“…C-Can I… t-touch them again?” He asks meekly. “J-Just gimme a sec and I—I’ll make sure this time…you feel good too, yeah? I'll last. I know I'll do…”
He won't. He absolutely will not do any better next time and he will certainly won't last longer. Denji is, and forever will be, a drooling, overeager mess when it comes to you. And honestly? You wouldn't have him any other way.
@missyonmission
This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.
