Boobs.
Denji x AFAB Reader NSFW — p1
In which Denji plays with your tits for hours.
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.
“I really am.”
p2 :3