denji uses your thighs like a good boy
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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?”
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.
Everybody's after the Chainsaw heart, but only you are after Denji's! — adult denji hcs ;mdni
wc; 900
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Denji, who gives up his seat on the train for you because that's what guys with hearts do for pretty girls like yourself.
Denji, whose impulsive behavior can get the better of him. Who still needs guidance on how to socialize and desires to finally belong to something—someone.
Denji, who grew up on his own without much of a compass, still relies on you to do the simpler things, in which you don't mind, because why would you?
Denji, who would get his ass kicked for you over and over again if that meant seeing a smile on your face.
Denji, who is totally a dog person. He wanted one that reminded him of Pochita or himself. He settled on a shiba inu, but you had told him that he reminded you more of a chihuahua. He purposely burnt your breakfast for weeks.
Denji, who has Aki's voice in his head, still giving him some sort of advice because he was the only guy he could talk to about his girl troubles.
Denji, who still gets nightmares from his past. Who holds you closer when they get too real, when he could really feel the warm blood on his skin or the lump in his throat. You rest your head on his heart and listen to it beat; to show that it's real, to show he's real.
Denji, who enjoys dancing with you. Despite his ineptitude, he saw it in a rom-com once and wanted to try it with his one and only. Now, it's become a tradition every few weeks to take his hand and sway with him, with the biggest, goofiest smile plastered on his face.
"I uh- saw this inna movie once, and I wanted to— is this okay?" He'd ask, taking your hand in his and leading you to the living room. His hands met your waist in a slow and passionate dance, as golden blond hair tickled your neck. Denji felt safe in your arms, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a very long time.
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Denji, who showers you in affection and loves unconditionally. He rests his head between your thighs and worships your very being, and then some. Who's asked for the bare minimum and goes beyond that. Who treats you how you deserve and uses his tongue and fingers the way he knows you like it, because to him, sex isn't a necessity but a gift. A sacred inauguration between the two of you.
This man is such a giver, always putting your pleasure first. Denji's sweaty palms met yours, tangled in shared sheets as he kissed the parts of your neck he knew were sensitive, knew that made you squirm and writhe underneath him; he'll give you everything you want before even thinking about himself.
Denji, who eats pussy like a 5-course meal. He's so careful with you because he knows his teeth are sharp; the last thing he'd want to do is cause you pain! He holds your legs on his shoulders and rubs your ankles all the way up to your thighs, and he realizes he's never been able to treat a girl like this. So he doesn't care if you squeeze his head too tight or if you tug his hair on impulse because he's right where he wants to be.
He works you open with his fingers, curling them in just the right places, then he adds his tongue, lapping and sucking in your throbbing wetness, and looks up at you with those eyes, like he's on cloud 9 and he's never coming back down. He'd never overstimulate you, but it's hard for him to call it quits when he's going down on you.
Denji, who grew up to be more of a hands guy. And I know, I know, but stay with me. He still loves your tits just as much as younger Denji would, but he's noticed that he loves the feel of them in his hands more. He loves it when the fat of them mush together and drip out on the sides. Don't even get him started on your hands. They're so soft and small compared to his, and he likes watching you use them. To cook, brush his hair, clean around the house, just about everything and anything. But for intimacy... well; he loves it when you rub his pecks and work your way down to his stomach, then his hips— and even further down, and he just can't keep quiet for the life of him— and his eyes can't move away from where your connected as he watches you skillfully pump his dick the way he used to only ever see in pornos and— and—
Denji, who is so, so loud. The only pleasure he's ever received was from himself, so having someone who genuinely cares about him, making him feel so much better than his own hand does, was far greater than a dream come true. And, God, he's always so whiny, always begging to be touched, for you to be the tiniest bit softer, or the usual incoherent babble when he's close. When your warm walls clench him too tightly, and he just can't shut up.
"heh- Lighten up a bit! Y-you could be softer with your own boyfrien' right?"
"Is uh— is sex supposed to feel this good cus' hmph fuck babe.." he'd say this every time like it's his first time with you??
"Holy shit, pussys so warm I might die... babe 'm close- please- ya' gotta give it to me... cmon'"
"Gonna cum in ya'— fill you up so good and then- mgh— we'll watch a movie n'— fall asleep in each— ughh —other's arms, n'—"
safe to say you shut him up, and did exactly that <3
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.
Denji knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself, here you were knelt between his legs looking up at him with those doe eyes, oh how innocent you were he thought to himself. Earlier he had told you that he was, “feeling unwell” and the only way he could get better is if you could suck him off, warning you not to tell anyone because this something kept between best friends only!
He unbuckled his belt, then led your hands to his zipper encouraging you to take it off, sitting up slightly as you led his pants to his ankles. There was a wet patch on his boxers, mesmerised unable to look away from his bulge. His eyes hazy with lust “you’re gonna help me feel better, right?” you look up at him and nod slowly. He lifts his hips up once again to pull his boxers down.
His tip is slick flushed an angry shade of red, drooling with pre-come, desperately begging to be sucked a prominent vein bulging out . You don’t what it is but you feel a weird wetness between your legs. “Don’t be scared, ‘m gonna guide you kay.” He takes his member in his hand slapping the tip on your cheek before telling you to “open wide”, placing his tip in your mouth “shit..” the warmth wetness tempting him to use your throat like a cocksleeve.
He placed a hand on the top of your head and slowly began to push down letting out a strained whimper, “mmh, I’m starting to feel better already” once you reached the base of his cock he kept you there for a few seconds, not being able to breathe your throat contracted around him, ripping a strangled groan out of him before he guided you off giving you a sec on to catch your breath.
“‘m gonna go a bit rougher this time, you wanna help me out right?” his voice sultry, he shifted your hair into a makeshift ponytail and placed his tip on you tongue once again, roughly shoving himself in and out of your mouth the room filled with sounds of you choking as you throat continued to contract around him “good girl—fuck—helping your best friend feel better”
Your lips were red and swollen, tears falling down on your face, but denji was too lost in pleasure to care, he’s your best friend so he can make it up to you later right? “haah-shit-i’m so close, don’t stop” he pushes you all the way down groaning “haah — you feel so warm ‘m coming, swallow kay” you taste something salty but not unpleasant spilling into your mouth, doing exactly as your told you don’t let a drop go to waste, feeling him soften in your mouth.
Denji takes his cock out your mouth, pulling up his boxers tucking himself away, he then takes both of his hands caressing each side of your face and wiping your tears before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before grinning at you.
Thinking about having sex with denji and it’s both of ur first times. How he’d accidentally overstimulate u and himself because he cant get enough of you,, he’d eat you out and fuck u but be on edge— gauging out ur reactions through all of it.
“Does that feel good?”
“You okay, babe?”
“Yeah, do you like that?”
Which he wouldn’t even be asking to intentionally tease u or turn u on, but because hes just such a sweet boy. He just really wants to know if he’s doing things right and wants to make sure u feel as good as he does bc ur so warm and wet inside.
He’d stare at you and go crazy at how much ur blushing, he’d think it’s so cute how you bite ur lip and huff out your cheeks because you’re suppressing your moans. When you cum but he’s still fucking into you and you get so overstimulated you start whining and getting way more vocal talking about how good he feels inside you, denji can’t help but blush and hide his face in the crook of your neck.
He moans shamelessly then says, “You’re so fucking cute” which you are— with the way your legs shake around him, the whimpers you can’t help but let out as he ruts into you like this, the flustered and fucked out look on your face as you give him that, somehow innocent but nasty, look in your eyes that are begging him to ruin you. He gives u those same eyes begging u to ruin him too, which flutter shut as he goes in to kiss you, you both make out messily as he’s still fucking into you as you’re both about to cum all over each other again for the umpteenth time.
Bouncing on denji’s fat cock. In his lap. You were sweaty and flushed as he sat. Hands on your ass as you held his shoulders whining.
He gave you a toothy grin slamming you down onto his cock making you gasp and move your hips a little looking to where your pussy sucked his cock in whole.
“Denji..” you huffed as he chuckled in your ear thrusting up into you once making your pussy squeeze him.
“Yeah pretty? Like bouncing on this dick?” He said spanking your fat ass making you claw his shoulders a bit.
“Bet you feel me in your guts dont’cha?” He said bouncing you faster making you slam your hips to meet his thrusts. He was so feral sometimes and you loved it.
Trailing a hand up his abs you squeezed him with a moan getting closer when he held you still suddenly. You only groaned his name.
“I know ma..” he said flipping you onto the bed so you were on all fours. Pretty as in the air as he got behind you cupping your fatty.
“Gonna be better this way” he said slidng back into you rolling his hips just right which made your head fall fowards. Fist becoming one with the sheets.
He rolled his hips a little before slamming into you so deeply with accuracy hitting that gummy spot instantly. Feeling you clench back around him made him feral. Your pussy fit his cock like a glove.
“Like that baby? Wanna fuck you nice and hard. Be thinking about this shit all the time. Know-fuck!! How i feel when you walk around with all this ass?”
He said but your breath was in your throat. All you could do was whine fisting the sheets to cope with the way he was ramming you with his dick.
Slapping your ass with his big hands you whined before he sat a little back on his knees encouraging you to fuck yourself on his dick a lil.
You did
Moving your hips back into him groaning as you fucked yourself. You arched a little more as pressed back into him making him grunt before pushing your hips back into his making you see stars.
“Feel you in my tummy denji..” you babbled letting him pound you into the mattress on hand on your waist and the other grabbing your hand as his back his your chest. You could feel his chain slapping against your chest as he growled fucking you with intent.
“Gonna fill your pretty pussy. Want that? Want me to fuck you all up?” He asked before going faster making you squirm
“Fuck baby! Not nnn! Gonna last like thissss!” You sobbed feeling him hold you in place as he fucked you faster. His dick throbbed inside you as he painted your womb white.
He rode out his own high before holding onto the beds headboard panting. You only sighed flopping onto the bed.
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.
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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.
