denji loves your boobs. tits. whatever you wanna call it really. he cherishes them like they are his own balls.
he likes the weight of it, and the fluffy soft feeling. it's nice to feel and squish, fondle and hold, sleep on and bite. yeah he's into those yummy fluffy pillows.
"denji, baby, i really have to get ready for work." you whine when he sucks a sixth hickey into your skin, in between the valley of your boobs. he sure is taking his damn time.
"i jush.. luf.. your tifths.." he murmurs, mouth still suctioned on your skin and his eyes shimmers when he glances at you from under his lashes. oh he's so cute. he's so cute..!
you bring a hand to his head and pet his golden locks, his tongue licking the bruise he's made and smiles sweetly at you, eyes crinkling with satisfaction.
"denji-kun." you tease, grabbing the tufts of messy hair and gently tugged, "please let go baby, you can suck on my tits later okay?"
he whines and latches onto your waist like a clingy sloth to a tree, his face rubs into your tummy as he childishly whines, "don't wanna!! why'd ya have to go when i'm not done yet!" his large amber eyes are staring straight into you 'have some compassion!' it says.
"okay, hey, i swear that the moment i get home you can do whatever you want." your brows furrow when he makes a small noise of denial and you take his face between your palms,
"denji you are the sweetest boy ever, you know i can't skip work." you sigh when he nosed your clothed stomach in attempt to make you change your mind, it honestly kind of works.
"ya always leave me hangin’ " he releases you from his hold hesitantly but you take his cheek and gently kissed his forehead.
you held one of his hands and placed it over the swell of your chest, "last squeeze before i leave?" his greedy hands are on your boobs again and groped the tender flesh between his fingers.
"mmm.. niicee." his dazed smile are all teeth when he leans forward and plants his face in between your cleavage.
you pinch his ear with a roll of your eyes, "alright that's enough big guy." when you stood up to leave he made grabby hands at you.
..whatever, he'll just make due with your shirt over a pillow.












