Denji likes getting his tongue taken in-between your pointer and thumb finger because he’s a freak. Ი𐑼
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ MDNI | fem black coded reader | word count; 500 |
You sat on Denji’s lap facing him. He noted your lips tasted like cupcakes somehow though it might’ve been the slightly sticky lipgloss coating your lips, and it reeled him in more. He was far too desperate, too needy, too demanding in wanting all of you. Usually you wouldn’t mind— hell— you’d encourage it, but you’d told him in advance not to try any funny shit tonight because you had a dinner to go to and you had to be on time.
As you’d assume, he tried it. But you weren’t having any of it.
”Ji, what’d I tell you.. hm? You ask for an inch— you take a mile baby..”
”When ya talk to me like that, what’dya expect me to do, huh— You’re way too damn fine bae”
You scoff, rolling your pretty eyes just the way he likes.
“You’re annoying, Ji, get off, I got places to be.”
“Nah, no way, not when you look that good, not a chance..”
The throbbing need between his thighs got harder and harder to ignore, you could feel the warmth of him through his shorts, though you had to stay strong; you felt his tongue invade your mouth letting him taste the inside of your mouth as his hands dug into the fat of your hip. It was getting harder by the second to leave.
“mhm— jus’ lemme have it—“ his moans weren’t helping the situation either. So you gave yourself two options, do as he says, and be an hour late to dinner— or, show him that you stand on nothing but business, and some options in life were just easy.
You disconnected the messy make out to meet flushed, tan skin. Acne scars prominent from his youth and dimples barely showing, he seems awfully proud of himself, but isn’t it your job to humble the Chainsaw Man?
Acrylic nails meet his mouth rather than your lips and his tongue is taken in between your pointer and thumb. “Didn’t I tell you not to try any funny shit tonight, Ji? Hm?” Every syllable he feels a tighter pressure around the wet muscle and you move his head in a nodding motion, because, well, he can’t talk. A groan follows from either pain or arousal, though, you’re not entirely sure. You hated reprimanding your pretty blond, but he looked so good with his tongue out, ready to take whatever you give him, secretly he wanted this. Wanted you to be a little rough with him, wanted his ass handed to him for being an attention seeking brat, because to him, any attention from his pretty girlfriend was good attention.
Drool pooled in his lap and he felt his sharp teeth digging into the muscle, sensing his discomfort you let go. He stared at you with—wide eyed, speechless and blushing, and why is his tongue still out..
”Sorry ma'am, won’t happen again. Uh—think I jus’— uhm.. came, sorry…”
”Denji, what the fuck.”
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