about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.
“denji…”
“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”
“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”
you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”
you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.
it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.
you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.
he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.
a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.
“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”
the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.
“well?”
“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“
even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.
denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.
you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.
Denji, a loverboy at heart fumbling his way through flirting with you in the few ways he knows how, lacking experience but knowing his interest in you runs thick and sturdily motivates him each time you knock him down a peg. Everyone says you're just walking over him, using him for your own pleasure and giving him nothing in return like the known heartbreaker you are, but he tells them they don't know you as well as he does. He's the only one you call up when you're in need of relieving stress, he's the only one you openly hug without a care in the world, the only one you smile at, the one you hide like some kind of secret not ready to be unveiled.
And then there's you, broken and used up from the past happenings of your previous relationships, willing to use Denji as a puppet and walk around without a proper label, so long as you don't needlessly put yourself through heartbreak and betrayal again. It's become too easy at this stage of your life, getting dicked down without really putting your heart into it, avoiding a level of intimacy that crosses the boundaries you'd set for yourself long ago. A small part of you feels remorseful, guilty even, for your mistreatment of this guy who genuinely wants to love, but a larger part of you says to hell with the guilt. Denji knew what he was getting into, you know he heard the rumors, and he knows they're true. Maybe he hopes that you'll someday let him stay in your bed rather than kick him out the moment you're done with him, or maybe he believes he'll change your ways and get you to find a permanent spot in his bed. You don't know what his motives are, and you don't care about his attachment to you, he's nothing but a warm body at the end of the day.
He's easy to string along, you don't find men quite like him everyday, so of course you'll keep him on a leash.
You, a fighter scarred by the fights you've continuously lost, happily taking advantage of Denji's gullible nature without a care for the consequences, so long as he remains at your beck and call no matter the mile high wall you keep between the both of you.
Denji, a lovesick fool who's enamoured by you through thick and thin, willingly letting you do as you please with him, so long as you don't tell him to leave your side for good.
