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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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betting & bargaining

𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you find out that using your body as a bargaining chip is the most effective way to persuade denji.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college students, virgin!denji, betting using sexual favours, some manipulation on both parts, boob squeezing, nipple play, exhibitionism(?), fingering, cunnilingus, instruction (reader to denji), virginity loss (denji),

minors + ageless dni! 4.8k words

Bargaining with Denji had become second nature to you. Positive reinforcement as Aki had called it, encouraging good behaviour. At first, it had felt as if you were manipulating him, though every stick of gum and condition met by the blonde had soon been a routine. Sometimes, Denji would ask you himself if you'd reward him for staying quiet, or remind you when he'd done a good deed, such as taking out the trash or washing his clothes.

"Denji, quit complaining." You spoke, sighing heavily while placing a finger against your temple, a desperate attempt at relief from the headache caused by none other than the male sat beside you. The bus home wouldn't take long, yet he couldn't stop himself from fussing over what he'd considered a wasted Saturday. While he'd wanted to be fooling around with friends, you'd requested his presence grocery shopping, with Aki moved out you'd required a buddy to haul the food back with. Denji couldn't help but drag his feet the entire time, sighing and whining when you'd tell him he couldn't add another bag of snacks to the trolley.

"This journey is just so boring-" Denji had begun yet another protest, crossing one arm over the other as you'd started questioning his sanity. "Please, shut the fuck up!" Interrupting his moans with an outburst, the chatter on the bus had quietened down along with Denji, eyes drifting to you through narrowed expressions. Tilting your head downward, you slumped back against the seatglancing through the window to judge how much further your shared home had been. An assortment of buildings passed the glass, an indicator that you'd still had another five minutes, and then what would be a very brisk walk, before you'd walk through the door and beg Power to be on shopping duty next week instead of the childish blonde beside you.

"Power won't like the veg you bought-" At this point, you'd wondered if he'd been purposely trying to piss you off - to grind you down to the last nerve available within your body, until you'd finally snapped. "Denji." A hushed tone, in contrast to the loud pleas you'd screamed prior, had gotten through to him. For the first time all day, his mouth had closed, even if for a few seconds before he'd opened it once more, teeth on display as he'd mustered up another complaint. "I'll do anything if you'd just," You exhaled, closing your eyes before emphasising the final word. "stop." "Anything?" Denji questioned, to which you'd profusely nodded, irked beyond belief by the man's behaviour. Babysitting a twenty-three year old had been the last thing on you itinerary for the day, and you'd be willing to spend a large amount of money on whatever snack or thing he'd request just to have a moment's peace. "Sex?" Denji asked, to which your eyelids had raced open to shoot the deepest glare you were sure you'd given the male, even after co-habiting for over a year. "Not anything." You reiterated, to which Denji sighed, slumping back against his seat with his arms remaining crossed over his chest. You watched as his brown eyes traced the ceiling of the bus, frown across his face.

"Man." He breathed, head hitting the fabric rest behind him, hair flattening against the fabric. "You know, you remind me of-" Beginning again, you'd become desperate, reconsidering your original denial of sexual favours in exchange for silence, finally settling on: "I'll show you my tits if you stop talking."

It had been as if a muzzle was placed over his lips from that moment forward. Not a single sound had erupted from the usually talkative mouth, a demonstration that Denji really would do anything for the promise of boobs. You'd heard Power had offered it once before in exchange for his help with something, though you'd been unsure if the tale had bee true. Now, you'd been left with solid evidence, and a racing heart as you'd placed your key in the door, twisting it with trembling hand as you'd realised the weight of your bargain.

With Denji perched upright on your bed, creases of the fresh sheets around his jeans, hands flat against the mattress to support himself, you brought your hands to the hem of your shirt, fingers wrapping idly around the cotton while you'd glanced over his fixed expression. His eyes had remained upon your chest, awaiting your movements. "You have five seconds." You spoke, lifting the shirt to expose the skin of your stomach, sucking inward when the cool air had mingled with your warmth. There was some hesitance, cotton lingering over nipples before you'd found the confidence to lift it to your shoulders. When Denji had finally laid eyes on your bare breasts, he'd looked faint.

"One." You'd began counting, rolling your head to face to the side, too embarrassed to watch as he molested you through his gaze. "Two." Another second had passed, the outward notation of each tick of the clock being your only way of controlling the stray thoughts clouding your vision, hoping that if you'd stay focused on the moments passing by, you could get through this exposure.

"Three." Deciding to turn your head to him, curiosity giving you strength, you assessed the situation before you. Denji had remained seated, though torso had been slanted back, eyes remaining over your chest. You'd noticed a tent growing within his slacks, your heart beating faster as you'd observed his reaction to the situation. "F-four." You hadn't meant to stutter, but while you'd been fixated on his erection, the size had been clear. He'd mentioned before he'd still been a virgin, adamantly saving himself for someone special, reciting the words of a woman he'd crushed on through teenage-hood; "sex stuff feels better when it's with someone you like". You'd wondered whether you'd fallen into that category of people.

"Five." The seconds were up, resulting in your hands eagerly pulling the shirt to cover your chest once more. Even if you'd considered making a move, the time had passed now, Denji standing to leave the room - most likely going to fix the hardened problem in his trousers. Something that for some reason, had brought a tightness to your stomach, and had your thighs clenching against one another.

The second time you'd bargained yourself had been a little over two months later, in the midst of a soured night-out. Denji had finally gotten himself a driver's license, after failing a multitude of times, and you'd needed a ride home. "What do I get?" His tiresome voice questioned through the receiver, to which you'd rolled your eyes, leaning up against the outer-wall of the club. "A pat on the back?" A joke you'd hope would shut him down, but knowing Denji, it hadn't been enough. Now you'd let him get his foot in the door, you'd known whatever you'd offer him wouldn't compare to the situation before, and he'd push his way to get what he'd wanted from you. Somehow, the 'positive reinforcement' had turned into his way to manipulate you.

"I can flash you again." Your voice was quieter, phone tilted closer to your mouth as you'd offered yourself up, desperate to get home and put the night behind you. Either that, or you'd have to walk home at midnight on a Saturday - something you didn't want to endure while sober. Perhaps you should've stuck the evening out, had a couple drinks and loosened up, though now the thought of your bed had entered your mind, it would be impossible to shake the desire to be under your duvet.

"Nah." You'd raised your brow when he'd declined the offer, heart sinking at his denial. Had the deal before not satisfied him? "What if I let you touch them?" There had been attempts to hide the tremble in your tone as you'd feared rejection, now more fixated on Denji's opinion of your tits than you had getting home in the first place. When he'd accepted the offer, you couldn't help but feel relief - not for the latter. For some reason, Denji's thoughts had mattered deeply to you.

When you'd arrived home, you'd been adamant to meet your end of the bargain, haphazardly reaching behind you to undo your dress and slip the garment from your body to reveal the skin beneath. This time, he'd laid his eyes upon much more of you, brown orbs focusing on your chest but falling to trace your thighs and stomach after realising the only piece of clothing on your body had been a small thong. He'd noticed the small crease in the fabric, the outline of your lips. Denji had wondered what it would feel like if he'd run his fingers over the fold, but decided to focus only on what you'd agreed to give him.

You threw yourself onto the bed, wide smile as you'd beckoned the eager male forward. The mattress sank as his weight had pressed in, laying beside you. "You have one minute." You commented, though unsure how you'd be able to time the encounter while your mind had wanted nothing more than all of him. He'd nodded, reaching forward to place a hand over your chest, kneading your breast immediately. Sighing, you closed your eyes as you'd focused on how he'd handled you, his lack of experience shining through his movements. "Go softer, it hurts when you grab so hard." Brow furrowed, you instructed him, placing a hand over his own to demonstrate the pressure to add. You brought his thumb over your nipple, gently brushing over the bump as you'd fluttered open your eyes, glancing up at him.

He'd been watching intently as you'd guided him through the experience. "Suck them." Command gentle, you'd almost laughed when his eyes had widened, flickering up to your expression for confirmation. He dropped his head, hesitantly placing his lips against your nipple, sucking. Involuntarily, you'd found your back arch toward his touch, hand moving to lace within his hair. You tugged lightly, a groan from his mouth both from arousal and frustration. "Lick." The instruction had been barely audible, but he'd obeyed. A whine left your parted lips when he'd executed the action, pressing your head into the mattress below. There had been a wet patch on the cotton of your thong, arousal slick on your folds with each roll of your hips against your own clenched thighs.

Within that moment, you'd made the decision to end the encounter, before anything had gotten out of hand. Denji was your housemate, betting your chest had already been taboo, taking his virginity hadn't been how you'd wanted to further your relationship.

Six months after that encounter, you'd sworn to yourself to never do it again. Since then, you'd seen him differently, what had once been a distant acquaintance-ship had now been a valued friendship, integrating the aspect of an awkward crush. His presence had caused your body to heat up, and fight-or-flight kick in, an urge to flee whenever you'd felt his skin brush yours, an unforgettable reminder to the intimacy you'd shared. Denji had been blind to your obvious change in interacting with him, instead chalking it down to your 'time of the month', even if it would've meant your period lasting months on end. His awareness of the world had been vastly different to most people's.

"It's gonna rain." You commented, looking through the window while crossing an arm across your chest, TV quietly playing in the background. The clouds were grey, blue sky hanging heavy over the run-down apartments of Tokyo. "Nah, it won't." Denji threw his bag over his shoulder, pacing to the doorway of the lounge and passing through, making his way to exit the home. The argument had caused you to roll your eyes, shaking your head at his dismissiveness, urging him to take a jacket to his classes. "I'll bet you money you'll get caught in the rain." You'd followed him through the hall, watching as his hand had reached over the door-handle, lingering before falling back to his side. Denji turned, looking to you.

"Bet you I won't." His eyes narrowed as he'd disagreed with you. "Fine, two-thousand yen says you get caught in the rain." Smirk etched across your lips, you stretched your arm forward, palm opening and awaiting his to shake on the deal. When he'd stared at you blankly in return, your smile had faltered. "If I win, I wanna touch you again." That shit-eating grin had appeared over his cheeks, teeth shining through and eyes half closed. He'd known he was pushing it, but did so anyway. "Denji, what the fuck-" "What, scared of losing?" The blonde knew how to tick you off, competitiveness being your downfall. Thinking back to the window, you sighed, allowing him to manipulate you. "Fine. You're going to lose anyways."

He didn't lose.

After adamantly watching through the glass, waiting for the grey clouds to finally release the pent up water, you'd realised the rain wasn't coming. You'd ignored the piling uni work to instead await your win, stomach churning when you'd heard the front door opening over the mild muffle from the television, a disregarded show used only to drown out the images of Denji's hands scaling your skin. Denji had entered the home, heavy footsteps heading straight toward the lounge as he wore a proud expression, eyes landing upon your horrified face as he'd announced the result. "I win."

Even if reluctant, you couldn't deny the part of yourself that had wanted to lose the bet. Following the last encounter, Denji leaving before you'd allowed things to escalate, you'd been left touch starved. The memory of his lips on your skin, delicate fingers playing with your nipples as he'd been determined to please you. A virgin, completely malleable, he'd listened adamantly to instruction, and delivered to no ends. There was something about his enthusiasm that had been attractive, a trait not many males had displayed to you.

Denji made his way to the couch, throwing himself down beside you. Neither of you had specified what 'touch' had meant, though you'd been aware his proposition had implied going further than last time. "Where?" Your voice weak with anxiety, you questioned. Leaning on the cushions behind on his left side, Denji grazed over you with his right hand. The contact had made you shiver, skin prickling. "Y' know where." His reply had been hushed, whispering through husk. Nodding, you attempted to relax into the couch behind you, spreading your legs a little wider while yearning for his hand to fall lower. His palm rode up your inner thigh, chafing over the cotton of your pyjama bottoms - in the midst of studying, you had remained in lougewear, opting for comfort.

There was some hesitation, stilling his hand opposed to finally giving you some form of relief following the teasing you'd just endured. A few moments passed, and you'd finally looked up to his gaze, meeting brown eyes. Denji looked to be judging your reaction, opening his mouth to speak in a comforting tone. "We don't have to, y'know." Much like his touch, his voice was gentle, words flowing like honey. You'd wondered if his lips would taste like it, too. "You won the bet." Quietly inputting your opinion, Denji listened closely, eyes moving to watch your mouth formulate each syllable. "Sure?" He questioned, a light squeeze over the thick of your thigh. "I want you to." The admission was as hushed as the rest of your conversation, though had felt loud, as it had been undeniable proof that you'd thought of him more than a friend.

Denji nodded, taking a moment before allowing himself free reign. He trailed his hand upward with ease, goosebumps spreading over your skin as he'd slid over it. His touch halted before reaching your cunt, a small amount of hesitance before he'd been sure of his own actions, finally cupping you through the thin material. The fact you hadn't immediately bucked forward to press yourself into his palm had been a demonstration of self control, instead opting to keep hold on a small piece of pride.

He traced his index finger along your slit through the thin fabric, feeling the length of your folds. You'd inhaled deeply at the action, pursing your lips inward when he'd dragged the digit over your clit, a spark ignited within the pit of your stomach at the contact. Somehow, when it had come to acts of intimacy, Denji had been more perceptive than usual, noticing the way your breath had hitched when he'd rolled his finger over a certain spot. "There?" His question had been quiet, borderline inaudible, yet with your heightened senses in the moment, you'd heard him. Nodding sheepishly, you felt as he'd cupped you once more, squeezing and then rubbing back over your clit. Wetness had dampened the fabric, and you'd guessed Denji could feel moisture on his finger as he circled over you again.

Grabbing his hand, you guided him beneath the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, allowing him to touch bare skin. He grasped your sex again, kneading his fingers over the folds, only this time, he'd had no barrier. Denji sighed in appreciation, a hum in his throat as he'd explored your slick, the first pussy he'd been able to get his hands on. At this point, you'd been soaked, fingers gliding within the arousal, though maintained his attention over your clit. A stray moan had escaped your lips, head falling to rest on the cushions behind you.

Sloppy movements over your clit had increased in intensity, earning shaking breaths as you'd spread your legs wider, shamelessly grinding over the digits. With each swipe you'd felt your abdomen tighten, the familiar build up forming within the pit of your stomach. "Y-you're gonna make me cum." Stuttered words had warned Denji of the impending climax between hums of pleasure, but he hadn't halted the movements against you - instead maintaining the pace. Wide brown eyes hadn't been settled on the movements of his hand, or the curve of your body, instead latched onto your expression.

Denji had watched porn, a lot of it, obsessing over women's chests or pussies, and yet, with you he'd been unable to peel his gaze from your face, slackened expression a demonstration of your alleviation. "Fuck, Denji I-" A moan had interrupted the slurry of nonsense you'd wanted to speak, hips helplessly rolling upward as you felt yourself come undone. Stuttered whines while you'd helplessly humped against his fingers; the orgasm had hit you like a ton of bricks, radiating euphoria over your body with each roll, face heated and eyes squeezed shut.

The aftermath had been slightly awkward, Denji pulling his hand from your trousers as you'd slouched breathlessly against your couch, suddenly aware of the situation, and of the tightness of his pants. But, this had just been a bet between you - he wouldn't ask you to aid in his climax. Instead, he silently stood, glancing over your disheveled form before rushing to his room to finish himself off, sucking over the fingers he'd used against you as he fisted over his cock, painting ropes over the floorboards beneath his feet with bated breaths.

Things hadn't been the same for a few weeks, uncomfortable silences between you, embarrassment overcoming your ability to communicate with your housemate. Power had been confused, questioning Denji, though he didn't enlighten her on your few sexual encounters, leaving them between the pair of you.

As time had passed, the discomfort had faded, instead suppressing the memories within your mind. Instead, a friendship had formed between you, the usual arguments progressing to be just light bickering, eventually enjoying the company of the blonde, and vice-versa. You hadn't made a bet with him in half a year, and he hadn't made any complaints, instead learning to behave (though, at times he'd accepted gum as a bargaining chip).

Gaming nights had become a regular occurrence between the pair of you when Power had been working, though somehow tonight had been a new experience. Strip poker. A video Denji had found online, his interest sparking when he'd decided to request the lewd game for your Tuesday night. At first, you'd declined, but Denji had been persistent, and the repeated reminders that he'd "seen it before" had been enough to bargain that"if you stop bringing that up, I'll play."

The issue at hand had been that Denji had won the game. With each meticulous removal of clothing, beginning with socks, each of you ending in only a pair of underwear, you'd found yourself the one having to remove a final item. Sucking in, you stood, placing hands over hips and staring at the male seated opposite you. His eyes had remained fixated to the panties you'd been wearing, watching intently as your fingers had hooked around them, pulling the fabric downward with ease. The cotton slipped over your thighs, once over your knees, dropping to hit the floor beneath.

His appreciation to the action had been written across his face in detail, mouth ajar. There had been no prompt to take things further than they already had, yet the desire within you is what had driven you forward, fighting the inner monologue before finally whispering a pathetic two words to initiate further action. "Wanna touch?"

Denji had bolted upward, almost tripping over the coffee table as he'd made his way to you, hands outstretched. He cupped over your chest first, squeezing over the fat, kneading into your skin. Measures you'd embarrassingly learned through experience that he'd taken each time, an intense memory of the bargains you'd made with him rising to the forefront of your mind, the feeling of his fingers rubbing over you while you'd came, the eagerness he had to please you.

One thing you'd been informed of prior to the odd relationship you'd shared with him had been his first kiss. A catastrophe of a first, one he'd been unable to forget - though this had invoked a new desire within you. Perhaps if you could press your lips to his, you'd be the kiss he'd remember from now on. Or, maybe you'd simply hold the title of a first within another category, you'd been the first pussy he'd touched, how about tasted? Better yet, first time?

Denji had been caressing over you while yo'd been lost in thought, imagining the ways in which you'd have him, ultimately deciding to make a move. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him forward. With his face inches from yours, breath fluttering into your parted lips, you closed the gap, finally feeling him against you. His movements were messy, teeth clashing against yours with his impatient nature, a desire to feel all of you against his tongue. His hands continued to grope over your bare body while your hand remained firm against the nape of his neck.

Denji tasted sweet, like candy. His mouth had been a little sticky, remnants of the cola he'd been drinking now coating your chin, the flavor abundant across your taste buds. Instead of verbally instructing him, you'd walked forward, pushing him through the doorway to make your way upstairs, his hand loosely within your own as you'd guided him toward your bedroom.

Soft sheets had enveloped your bare back, legs spread as you'd achingly pulled Denji between them, his body landing atop yours before your mouths had reconnected. Supporting himself on his forearms, he'd continued to kiss you in heated fashion. Your hands ran the length of his back, resting over the waistline of his boxers; the only thing seperating your growing wetness from his cock. A roll of your hips upward had you feeling his hardened state, a hum on your lips.

With hesitance, you broke the kiss, opening your eyes to meet his blown-out brown ones. "Are you still a virgin?" The inquiry had caused a pink hue to spread across his cheeks, a small nod in answer. "Do you want to stop?" The second question, one that had confirmed where things had been heading toward, your heart fluttering as he'd shaken his head, a small no falling from his lips. "Are you sure? Because it's fine if you don't wanna-"

Denji hadn't allowed you to finish the sentence, instead bringing a hand to cup your bare cunt, middle finger pressing to your opening. Innately, your hips had bucked upward to his touch, humming when he'd pushed a fingertip into the hole before retracting it partially to add a second. Your whine of approval had encouraged him to push farther, curving the digits as he'd pulled back to thrust them back inside once more.

His movements were slow as he'd gotten used to the sensation over his fingers, warm walls beckoning him in with each withdrawal. "Feels squishy." His comment had caught you off-guard, an exhale of amusement falling from your lips. "The fact you're in your twenties is astounding to me." You'd whispered, half scolding his childish nature, even if it had been enlightening. The giggles had been cut short as he'd quickened his pace, moving from his position above you to instead place his face at your inner thigh, watching as his fingers had disappeared inside you. Denji edged closer to your folds, before placing his tongue over you, swirling it over your clit.

Your hands had immediately met with his hair, lacing within the roots as he'd worked his tongue against you in sloppy motions, fingers amateurishly sliding in and out as he'd attempted to multitask. You'd been his test-subject, a body for him to explore, to experiment with, allowing him free reign to use. He'd enjoyed the taste of your cunt, the fluids eagerly lapped up between the thrust of his fingers, humming when you'd tugged his hair, or rolled against his tongue. His inexperience had created mess, saliva coating you from your clit to the insides of your thighs, collecting on Denji's cheeks, or on a few of the ends of his hair. Though, he hadn't minded, simply basking in the mix of substances.

A harsh tug had caused his head to pull back, eyes lazily focusing on your breathless chest as you'd coaxed him upward, repositioning himself between your thighs, this time his boxers discarded and cock free to press against the soaking cunt awaiting him. There had been no denying Denji had felt nervous, worried over messing up, or the likely conclusion that he'd cum within seconds of feeling the tight walls embrace his cock. Since the first evening you'd allowed him to touch you, he'd pictured the moment he'd finally stuff himself into the cunt he'd felt kiss his fingers.

He'd been sensitive, member harder than it had been before, red tip brushing over your clit one last time, a shiver spreading over his spine at the contact. He'd exhaled, eyes closing as he'd finally pushed into you, lewd moan leaving his lips when he'd felt the squeeze over himself. Just as he'd expected, you'd hugged him tightly, gripping over his length as he'd gone deeper. The sensation had been incomparable to any other, stomach clenching with each thrust, his mouth wide.

"You okay?" You'd asked, trying your best to focus on the male above you, though with the way he'd filled out your cunt, it'd been difficult to formulate words. Denji could only let out a pathetic nod, a groan cascading from his lips instead of a sentence. His features had been contorted, and every few thrusts he'd halted, a desperate clasp at your thighs as he'd fought the urge to cum immediately. "You can cum if you want, don't worry." You'd giggled, stomach sucking in with the pattern of laughter. After speaking the words of confirmation, Denji had sped up, hips clashing against your legs as he'd fucked into you with speed. Bringing a hand to your clit, you rubbed circles, eyes closing while your pussy had been fucked into, picking up from where Denji's tongue had left off.

When Denji had reached his climax, he'd let out a series of whines, his entire orgasm being commentated through loud moans of pleasure, face screwed up and body jittering. His cock had twitched inside you with each rope, a sloppy sound and squelching feeling as he'd offloaded his seed into your cunt, the feeling alone enough to push you over the edge.

Denji had rolled from you, chest rising and falling in a frenzy as he'd found himself pussy-drunk, and high within the euphoria of losing his virginity. As he'd found his mind once more, he'd glanced over to your nudity, then to your resting face. Denji found himself in awe of every inch of your body, unable to fathom the fact he'd managed to lose his virginity to you. Though, he wouldn't allow you to bask in his admiration, instead allowing the familiar shit-eating grin to spread across his sweat-sheaned face, rolling to lay on his side. Somehow, he'd found the energy to tease you once more, playful tone as he'd asked you; "Round two?"

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ereminsdiary · 2 years

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pairing: denji x fem!reader

warnings: oral (male receiving)

w/c: 931

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denji has been on my mind nonstop. i know i could treat him so well, i just need one chance. i am in love with him, ur honor

it started with power teasing him about being a virgin which he quickly denied because according to him he’s ‘actually been with a lot of women.’ you knew this was a lie, denji isn’t a good liar.

when aki and power decided to call it a night and headed to their separate rooms you were quick to make your way to denji’s side of the couch, placing yourself so your breasts were pressed against his arm before offering your services to denji. and who was he to refuse? a beautiful girl offering to give him head for the first time—he’s sure he’s died and went to heaven.

there was an excitement rumbling in his chest, he didn't know what he did to deserve to be put in this situation but he wasn't about to complain. the sight of you sitting prettily on your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes had an uncomfortable bulge growing in his pants. his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

it wasn't hard to figure out he was attracted to you—he didn't try very hard to hide it; clinging to your every word, following you around like a lost puppy, doing any and everything you asked of him no matter how ridiculous. it made aki roll his eyes and power teased him over it any chance she got but you found his efforts to woo you so cute.

your hands worked their way up to his belt slowly, rubbing his thighs and brushing against his bulge. you could feel him trembling beneath you, his hands gripping the cushions like a lifeline. you bit your lip at his size when you finally worked his jeans far enough down to pull him out. he was on the thicker side, veiny, there was a slight curve upward and a perfect mushroom tip. dribbles of pre already coated the head of his cock.

your thumb swiped across his slit, collecting the few droplets on your thumb and bringing it up to your mouth. you made eye contact with denji when you sucked off the juices, swirling your tongue around making sure to get it all. moaning in satisfaction and whispering to him how good he tastes. a groan left denji's mouth at the sight, he could have cum right then.

your hand is back on his cock, giving slow pumps until he's bucking his hips up impatiently begging you to go faster, to please put him in your mouth. and how could you say no when he asks so sweetly?

he's a whimpering mess when you bring your mouth down to his length. he doesn't know what to do with his hands, they're fumbling for a place to rest. he desperately wants to shove your head down on his dick and fuck your face until you're a gagging, drooling mess, cum overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin.

he's stuffing his fingers in his mouth to muffle his moans that'd be loud enough to wake the neighbors when you sink his length further into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

denji was fascinated with the way you swallow him entirely, feeling your throat constrict around him, tears pricking your eyes but you refuse to let up until you’re gagging and there’s nothing left for you to swallow. he couldn't look away despite the urge to throw his head back and close his eyes, basking in the feeling of your warm cavern.

a litany of curse words flowed out his mouth when your nose grazed his trimmed pubic hair, never once breaking the eye contact you held with him. he's mumbling nonsense, unable to grasp at a single coherent thought. the jumble of words leaving his mouth are a mix of pleas for you to let him cum and telling you how good your mouth feels on him, he doesn't think he'll be able to last much longer.

it makes your heart flutter knowing you're the one who's brought him to this state; whimpering and crying, thighs shaking under your hands as you stroke your nails up and down adding to the pleasure.

denji thinks he can get used to this. he wants to get used to this: the sight of you on your knees between his legs, sucking his cock, one hand kneading at his balls. he wants to bury his head between your thighs, tasting you. denji imagines you’d be as sweet as candy. he wants to stuff your cunt full of his cock, have his cum leaking from your slit. the mental image alone is enough to make him bust.

your tongue is slick against the underside of his length when you start to bring him back out, flicking at his slit before he's back in your throat again and by now tears are leaking out onto his cheeks and you can hardly make out the words slipping through his lips.

he's begging to cum, in your mouth or on your face, he doesn't care he just wants you to make him cum. denji's head is thrown back and he's moaning your name when spurts of his load are leaking down your throat, filling your mouth. you swallow it all eagerly, scooping up what leaked down your chin and bringing your fingers to his mouth ordering him to suck, to taste himself.

when you’re back on your feet, leaning over him to give him a sweet kiss on the lips you promise to let him fuck your cunt next time.

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actuallysaiyan · 5 months

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Congrats on reaching 6K!!! You totally deserve it!! I don't have long following you but I'm certain of your talent, you literally have me checking tumblr daily for any updates after YEARS of not using this app!

It took me some time to decide on the prompts but I'll settle for 5 (Denji x reader) and 12 (B: Aki x A: reader) ...I'll throw in the little detail of Denji's spiky teeth, it may get super awkward I dunno 👉👈

Again, congratulations Bacon!!!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex(Aki), loss of virginity(Aki), kissing, mentions of blood(Denji), AGEDUP!COLLEGE AGE! characters, canon divergent/AU, mentions of drinking(Aki) word count: 1.1k collectively pairings: Denji x Fem!Reader/Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader prompts: Person B and Person A as friends in school before they’re together. They awkwardly use each other to learn how to/practice kissing and end up making out passionately until their mouths are sore. Person B is a virgin and Person A practically worships their body the first time they have sex, giving every part of them attention in order to make it enjoyable for Person B.

Despite the odd and quite sad life Denji had, he still wanted so desperately to gain an education. While he still spent his time as a demon hunter, Denji found the time to go to community college. And from there, he met you. You were a breath of fresh air, a beam of warm light that filled his whole body with joy. Not to mention, you were absolutely so kind to him. You showed Denji kindness and patience. When he was confused by an aspect of life he’s never experienced, he comes to you for an explanation.

After some time, you and Denji have grown so close. He considers you his best friend and him, yours. He’s always by your side whenever he doesn’t have to work. Even some people think you’re a couple, but Denji is much too afraid and nervous to even think about asking you out. He just contends with being able to be your best friend and that you actually want to hang out with him.

It’s one night where you’ve invited him to your dorm for a movie night that things turn more flirty. He’s almost drunk on the affection you’ve been giving him all night, and if you were to even show him more, he might just melt completely. The way you always caress his cheek while brushing some hair out of his face, or the way you smile so sweetly and laugh at all his dumb jokes. Denji is pretty sure he doesn’t deserve to be in the presence of an angel such as yourself, but he considers himself to be the luckiest man alive to be your friend.

“Hey Denji,” you start before taking a sip of your soda. “Have you ever kissed someone before?”

He blushes and stammers and stutters his way through some excuses. You watch as his cheeks turn bright pink. It’s so adorable to you to see him turn into a bumbling mess. He’s such a sweetheart. You know that you’d never do anything to hurt him. Considering how much you’ve fallen for him, you know you’re ready to push this relationship a little further.

“I haven’t either.” You tell him, a slight blush on your cheeks. “I have an idea…”

You explain to him that you two could kiss so that you can get an idea of what it’s like. It could be good practice for the both of you, to get you ready for when the real thing happens. Denji eagerly agrees, leaning in to kiss you. Your lips meet in a clumsy kiss, teeth clashing and the sharpness of his teeth manages to cut you and you begin bleeding a little.

“Oh…I’m so sorry!” He’s panicking now, but all you do is lick the blood away and pull him in closer.

With your eyes closed, you lean in and softly kiss Denji. His heart skips a beat at the softness of the actions. It’s so sweet, but it doesn’t take long for it to turn into something more passionate. As the two of you begin getting more comfortable kissing and making out, the more Denji takes the lead. It’s a few minutes later that you pull away, gasping for air.

“Damn…” you breathe. “That was amazing. But damn, my lip hurts.”

Denji frowns. He knows he messed up his first kiss. Then again, he was quick to turn it around with your help. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cut lip. This makes your heart race.

“I’ll do better next time, yeah?”

Aki didn’t really care that he was still a virgin at nineteen years old. There were more important things to think about in this world. Mostly revenge for what had happened to him and his family so many years ago. Yet again, when he met you, things turned into something so different for him.

You were the new recruit at work, and like Aki, you were seeking revenge and to better yourself. You wanted to show this world that you were a force to be reckoned with, and this really impressed Aki. He knew he wanted to get closer to you. You were someone who was like him, and it made him happy to know he had a teammate that was similar to him.

It takes very little time before the two of you end up at his place, drunk on cheap beer and kissing one another. It’s sloppy and sexy, and you feel a need growing deep within you. You end up in his room, clothes half off and lips swollen from fiery kisses. Aki throws you onto the bed, climbing on top of you. That’s when the confident smirk on his face falters and he begins to realize what he’s getting himself into.

“Hey uhm…” he starts, looking away from you. “I’ve never really done this before.”

You’re shocked by the words that come from him. Someone as gorgeous and strong as him couldn’t be a virgin, could he? Your touch becomes much more soft and tender. His stomach flips from the change of pace. You maneuver him onto his back, your eyes filled with desire.

“Let me show you how this is supposed to go…”

You take your time, kissing him all over. You start with his lips, leaving him breathless. Then you kiss a trail down his chin and jawline to his neck. Aki is almost embarrassed to say that your tenderness has him so hard and throbbing in his pants. The more clothing you take off of him, the more he wants you to touch him all over. Slowly, you kiss down his toned chest. He shudders as your lips and tongue glide over his perked nipples. You smirk when you realize just how sensitive he is. Your hands busy themselves with unbuckling his belt and getting his cock out as you continue to kiss and lick his soft skin. You expected him to be a bit more battle-hardened, but he is quite soft.

Once he’s completely bared to you, that’s when you straddle his lap and begin taking off all of your clothes as well. With his cock settled between your wet folds, Aki lets out the cutest little whimper. You knew you had to take it slow considering he’s a virgin and if you went fast, he’d probably cum fast. You also know that you won’t be mad at him if he blows his load prematurely.

With one swift movement, you’ve got him balls deep inside your snug cunt. Aki’s eyes widen and he’s trying to cling to you as the pulsing of your gummy walls are driving him crazy. Slowly, you begin to rock your hips and you lean in to kiss him. Your hands reach for his, intertwining your fingers. It’s a slow pace, but it’s enough to have you both breathless and dizzy with lust.

“I’m yours, Aki…” you murmur against his skin. “‘M not going anywhere…”

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yellowflowerbub · 1 year

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♡ Feb. 11th ♡

♡ Day 2 of 5 ♡

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. you’re not so sure how they ended up in your locker but you take the box of candy and split them with Denji during a free period

wordcount. 1.6k+

pairing(s). denji x reader

tag(s). sharing candy, fluff, denji is very nervous

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‘BE MINE’

You tore apart a box about the size of your palm. It was made of a thin cardboard material that tore like paper when it opened. The box itself was poorly painted white, a few splotches of the terrible paint coverage made view for the original color underneath; a light purple, near lavender, along with a multitude of other shades around it.

In big bold letters on a small heart shaped candy that was the lucky piece of the many inside the box you plucked from it, read,

‘BE MINE’

The box was found in your locker. It sprang out of the door and fell to the floor face down and upon picking it up the bell overhead, somewhere down the hall, resounded in the air. You stuff it in your pocket quickly without giving thought to how it got in your locker originally and hurried off to class, bag and books clutched to your chest as tightly as you could muster.

Denji was there to meet you, just as late as you but not in nearly as much of a hurry. You genuinely smiled and he did too. For a moment your eyes met as you both did so, but you disappeared behind a door which he thought to be your classroom leaving him in the hallway with his own bag lazily draped over his shoulder.

‘HUG ME’

After you chew on the first one you reach two fingers into the depths of the box to fetch another. It isn’t the best tasting candy in the world, however it’s good enough for you to want one more. It has a chalk like consistency and would’ve been bitter if not for the excessive sugar ingrained into it. You crunch on the heart but while you do you think of its purpose.

These moderately corny notes shaved into each candy are obviously a cash grab for couples to gift to each other on Valentine’s Day but why? Were you meant to do what they say while you eat them? You’ve never heard of people eating candy together… as an activity. It seemed a bit weird.

But why would anyone give one to you? If they wanted to do these things with you wouldn’t it make more sense to give it in person and not throw it in your locker and run away to hide and gouge your reaction from a safe distance? You’re not complaining by any means, if anything, you're relieved you didn’t need to reject anyone today however you’re still on edge. Anyone could confess their love for you at any moment and claim the candy was their gift to you. How frightening.

‘HUG ME’

You found Denji waiting outside of your classroom, right where you’d left but he’s slumped against the wall and sitting on the floor. You tapped his shoulder to garner his attention but reprimand him for sitting on such a floor. “I don’t even remember the last time I saw someone with a broom come down here!” You tell him.

He’s volant to apologize but switched the subject right as he leaped from where he sat, “Ya’ get anything for Valentine's Day yet?” He had a smile draped across his face, one you couldn’t read all that well.

“Nope.” You snapped, “Oh! I did get this box… it’s right in my pocket.” You felt around your pants for it and pulled it from your pocket.

“Oops. Crap. It’s a bit squashed ‘cause I just threw it in my pocket when I heard the bell.” You felt a bit bad for whoever put it in your locker to begin with. They’d obviously spent time preparing it for you from the way the box was painted white however it was chipped and didn’t have nearly enough coats on as it needed. Still, you could see some effort through the bad brand covering.

You looked toward Denji whose mouth is practically frothing. You know he doesn’t have a problem with the box’s condition, he only cares for the chance there’s candy hidden inside.

‘I’M YOURS’

Another candy falls into your mouth, you’ve now noticed it melts with any moisture. You’re sure if you kept it sitting on your tongue for long enough it would completely dissolve, a remnant of cotton candy but each time you attempt to do so you can’t hold back the urge to crush it between your teeth. One after the other goes the candy, all varying in color and, for the most part, words until you’d reached the last one stuck to the base of the box.

You peer into the depth of it with a countenance of desolation. A question now intrudes on the mood that had been building over the course of your lunch period; which one of you would eat the last piece.

Denji fiends for it, “Those are my favorite.” He says, looking into the box along with you. He sits with you on a near corroded bench on top of the school roof a few scoots away from your shoulders touching. Every now and then the door to the roof was left unlocked after maintenance but no one besides Denji cared enough to certify it.

“Yeah Denji, I can tell.” He’s been the culprit responsible for the lack of them, “We might be able to split it?” You're not so sure that it’ll comply with you though.

Denji picks his head up, “You're kidding. You think you can get it in half?” He seems optimistic, almost amazed at your phony confidence.

“Maybe,” You pick out the candy with your index and thumb then obtain the best grip you can on it, “Don’t get your hopes up.”

You strain and grunt trying your best to get an even split however the candy breaks in two completely different sizes, one very obviously larger than the other. You glance up at Denji who gnaws at his nails absentmindedly then back at the broken candy. In a quick decision, you shove the larger piece into his hand and eat the other.

He jumps, “Oh! Woah, thanks.” You’re sure a pink color dusted his cheeks before he turned away.

You hum. At the moment the box became empty, wonder racked your mind. Your curiosity was discarded when you both originally met for lunch but returned the instant you had time to submerge within your thoughts.

“Did you… did you think of any possible people who could’ve put the candy in your locker.”

“I was just thinking about that.” You laugh, “And no, I haven’t.”

Denji faces away from you, the locks of hair that fall over his face curtain his features and even as thin winds blow through them it barely budges. He looks to nowhere in particular, still he’s content on not facing you.

“T-they would've had to know your locker combo. Y’know, to put it in there.” He mumbles.

You hum in agreement. You're not sure who you’ve told your locker combination to; several people have asked to hold their things in your locker however you’re close to certain they didn’t see you spin the nozzle enough times for it to stick in their memory. Who else would know?

You nibble on your thumb as you think, “No one else knows my combination besides.. you. Did you leak it or something?”

“No! Of course not.” He halts as though he wants to face you and stutters as though he has more to say but he never turns nor does he speak. He keeps quiet, hiding his eyes from your own with his burning orange locks.

In a moment of cognizance, you ask, “Did you put the candy in my locker, Denji?”

He provides no answer which is more than anything he could have said. You can feel your heart swelling almost to the point of a pain behind your chest. You request to see him, but he weakly shakes his head.

“I’m not mad or anything.” You are not at all. You are everything but mad, “Can I see you?”

Your voice is no louder than a whisper, the dead silence of the evening and wisp of winds seem louder than you are. Maybe that's what coerced him to finally meet your gaze. You take his hands in yours, “This ok?”

“Mhm.”

Your thumbs brushes over the back of his scarred hands then over his palms, “I liked them.” You smile, “Thank you.”

“Mhm.”

He won’t fully meet your eyes, they bounce around to everything but you. The bench’s peeling paint, his palms that progressively grow sweatier, his backpack near the edge of his foot, and the low sun.

“If I knew you got me something I would’ve tried to make or buy something too. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“Mhm.”

You laugh, “Do you plan on saying anything but ‘Mhm’, dude?”

“Uh uh.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to.” you find it a little hard to meet his eyes just as badly as him.

“You can kick me off the roof if I’m reading you wrong but, will you be my Valentine?”

His grip on your hand noticeably tightens, “Mhm.”

“Thanks. I’ll get you something better tomorrow, how about a date?”

'I'M YOURS'

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a/n: i saw the candy while i was out shopping and immediately knew what i was making day 2 about

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deathbxnny · 11 months

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☆《Returning home to you.》☆

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A/N: Alright so, I'm noticing, that I'm getting really burnt out with writing for hsr recently and to keep my mental health from tanking completely, I've decided to write something for my current Chainsaw man obsession as a small break! I hope you guys will like it!<33

Featured characters: Aki, Denji, Power, Makima

Content: Fluff, established relationship, some angst because it's csm, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Aki Hayakawa

For Aki, the best time of the day, is him finally being able to come home to you. He never thought that he'd ever find a s/o to return to after a long day of work, as he was always so hellbent on revenge and could die at any given moment due to his occupation. And yet, he still found you, the only person that made living still worth a damn on his hardest days.

You take care of him so well too. You always greet Aki at the door, happily helping him out of his jacket, as you tell him about the mundane things you've done that day. You give him a sense of normalcy he always secretly craved to have deep down. He is starved for attention and knows he's lucky to have you.

The moment he steps through the front door and sees you, he can leave the evil truth of the world behind, until his next shift inevitably begins. Sure, not everything always goes as smoothly and he knows, that this won't last forever. But in your arms, he can pretend that it will.

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》Denji

He sometimes thinks that he's dreaming, whenever he comes home to you. He still can't believe, that he actually achieved everything he always wanted to. He has a pretty s/o, good food and a seemingly better getting life! It's all he wanted and more! So whenever he does come home, he immideatly pulls you into a hug, happily muttering to himself about how proud he is.

He loves it, when you cook food for him. He doesn't care what it is or if it's good. Denji doesn't discriminate and whatever you cook is certainly much better than whatever he was used to. He'll practically praise everything you do for him. As a thank you, he'll get you flowers or gifts. Even if they aren't the best, you still know that he appreciates you greatly.

To him, you are one the first people that gave him the sense of a home. He was always only able to imagine how it must've felt like, but now that he has it for real, he won't let you go. He can't let you go. Not when you make him feel like a loved human for once.

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》Power

It's a miracle, that she even properly finds her way home, after a long day at work. And when does, she's usually muddy or covered with blood, which results in her being forced into a bath, before she dirties the floor you just cleaned. Meowy often watches you struggle with Power, as she calls out for the cats help.

You are her favourite human and should be proud that you are. She tells you so everyday and expects you to thank her, which also earns her a deadpan and a shake of your head. But as much as she acts superior to you, she actually does appreciate everything you do for her. Especially the safe home you provide for her and her cat.

She often therefore thanks you in unconventional ways, like bringing you dead birds or wild flowers she found... she's trying, I promise. But her presence is surely a thank you enough too, right?

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》Makima

Makima comes home calmly and seemingly stress-free. She often always has something to give you and her dogs as well. Pretty flowers for you and treats for them. She always greets you all cheerfully, before just simply demanding hugs and affection from you.

She clinges onto you at home, thanking you for your loyalty and being so good for her, before she helps you out with some house chores. She loves it, when you do domestic things together, as she doesn't really have the need to rest after work.

She never speaks of work with you and you never ask either. She doesn't let any of her "co-workers" know that she has a partner anyways, as you are her little secret. You are a separate part of her life as a devil hunter and the only sense of normalcy she has outside of it. It's why she appreciates you so much and makes sure you always know that, even after she had a long and tiring day.

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A/N: So this is my first time writing for csm characters and I hope it's okay! It honestly helped me feel alot better too!<33

Csm requests are also appreciated!<33

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ouchthathurts · 10 months

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❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄? ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ⋮ Fiend! Denji + Human! Gender Neutral! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 3.6k

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 ⋮ One-Shot

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭 ⋮ After stalking you for months Denji has fallen for you, unfortunately, Denji’s trauma comes into the conversation as the confession takes place.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⋮ Takes Place During CSM P2 | Spoilers for CSM P1 | FIRST POST TO TUMBLR SO PLEASE LEAVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITCISM (WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 17)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⋮ Writing contains mentions of talking of pass trauma such as grooming, stalking, and emotional/physical abuse.

Denji looked over the letter he was about to put in your locker, simple enough, there was nothing more he could so desire then to tell you how much he truly loved being around you. Even if it was just him stalking you and always being around you in the public as someone who was just an on-scene Devil Hunter. You had never took notice to him ever, in fact you were a high school student at this time which is where Denji would stalk you from.

Denji would just look over you at the school such as from rooftops, look down at you from above the school into the courtyard where you were continuing your normal human life, with your normal human friends, and nothing truly out of the ordinary. Denji felt the pangs of jealousy as he watched your life, from the walk to school to the moment you kicked off your shows at your door there was nothing truly that brought him more joy than being in your shoes.

Denji never meant to fall for you, as the months had passed, he had found that just staring at your life hadn’t come close to the more he played attention to you as a person. The young man studied the books you read, the people you chose to be around, your place in school, and even stealing your portable cassette player to listen to your favorite music. Denji felt so overjoyed by this discovery, often times just being there for you in ways you wouldn’t realize such as when you ‘lost’ things or a new book that would happen to be out that you talk about or even when he would get your favorite snacks and putting the in your shoe locker.

You took quick notice, he loved how attentive you were and how advanced your books were. Even if Denji didn’t know how to, he’d pick up the books he’d get you and look over them to try and help him on one of his biggest missions yet, confessing to you. Denji wrote the letter of his life, something that he admired from afar with immense joy as he looked for the words in the books you loved with an immense amount of joy and no other thought than giving you the joys he wanted in his life. Denji’s letter spoke of meeting you, and explained how he admired you from afar in the best love letter written in the world.

Daer, [L/N] [F/N].

You’ve probbaly seen this letter and you’re wondering who sent this–Honestly, it could be anyone who has sent you such a thing. Honestly, it could truly be ANYONE.

I hope you like this letter beacuse I dceorated it myself. Do you like this sort frilly stuff right? I made it reelly spiffy like those romance books you reed!I reellly, reelly, reelly, raelly hope this is your locker. I watch you around this locker with your friends so, I hope this is yours and not the other two’s. They’re not really as intiresting as you.

I like you a lot. I admyer the things you do like doing your work super early, very smart, your diliagnt delgient diilgent and very good looking!

I hope you can meet me at that tree behind the school–Y’know that big sakura tree? I saw you go to it when you read it during breaks and after cleaning time, I like to see you read under the tree as I like to watch you talk to it and your reactions to it.

I even wrote you a writing thing and got you a gift if you showed up!

I hope you can come to the tree this Friday and listen to me say it to your face hear me say it loud and proud. ⭐

You couldn’t recognize the hand writing from anyone in your class, it was messily put together, lots of misspelled words and you questioned if the person even went to your school. You couldn’t help but look at all the doodles such as a couple of stickmen figures of you, books, and hearts. Honestly, you wondered about this person, it was very put to detail and nonetheless it seemed they were definitely trying their hardest when making such a letter.

You decided that you’d go to see this person, to make sure their heart was in the right place when you met them that day and even more so, to see who they were as a person–What if they weren’t a person? A bit of fear ran down your back as you thought of it being a Devil from the poor handwriting, becoming even more self evident as the mentions of stalking that left you rereading the letter in a bit of confliction and yet, you made sure you showed up that Friday.

You held the letter close to your chest with a soft smile on your face and look of inquisition in your eyes as you were unprepared for what awaited you once you turned around. You looked behind you to be met by a blond boy you had never met before, in fact you had never ever seen such a person in your life. They didn’t even have the male uniform on so, you questioned further who this person could have possibly been.

Your face dropped a bit, good for you that he was still catching is breath as the boy you found to have interest in you was one who you had never seen–I guess that makes sense because he stalked you? Way to keep yourself hidden. You looked at the blond with a bit of confusion to your face as you wondered about what in the world this boy could ever thought about you. The young man gave you a smile, flashing his sharp teeth at you that immediately made your face began to show signs of fear at the fact this could’ve been some type of undercover Devil waiting to lure you and kill you.

You looked into his honey brown eyes with a tilt of your head before questioning him, “You don’t go to this school do you?” Denji was quick to look at you with a softened smile as he was more lost in your appearance than anything. You tilted your head the other way, a bit of frustration as you wondered about what he was going to say or do next, even more, what he was going to say to you when you were quick to hum as to get his attention. Denji rearranged his eyes to your eyes after looking at the features that lovingly cradled your face, in embarrassment and awe with his cheeks pink from the ogling of your appearance, “I…I don’t go to school.” You knew that much by the letter, honestly, you felt a bit awkward and dismayed.

Denji noticed your eyes began to waver, wondering about what he could possibly do to help you get comfortable with him before it came to him in seconds. "Not yet enrolled–!” Denji barked as he pulled out the book from behind him, “I got you something!” it was of a series you were reading at the moment, and it was a apart you were missing as every time it went on sale you were stuck in classes and with the school rule of not being able to have a part time job you relied on allowance that you already spent on the previous books.

Your eyes lit up, Denji taking notice to this as his eyes began to light up and showed off his pearly whites with such eagerness. “You kept reading the series and I noticed you were always missing a number–That’s kind of lame, right? I’d want someone to give me a book I’m missing!” You nodded at this as he handed you the book, “I mean, I don’t really read.” Denji was quick to correct himself, “I mean, like, I read now! Because you rad! Been teaching myself!” You could feel yourself smile as you placed his letter inside of the book and closed it.

You looked into the blond’s eyes, gratefulness as you felt nice with the gift and the way he talked about picking up reading for you made you feel a bit flattered. Denji was scrambling to get something out of his pocket, it was a crumpled piece of paper that left you with a bit of uncertainty, wondering about the contents before your thoughts were cut off by your answer. “I wrote this for you!” Denji exclaimed, looking at you with such a large smile as he began to clear his throat, you felt confliction nonetheless, you stood there and listened to him.

“I think about you often while I do stuff like bathing. I sometimes think about you washing my hair while I shower and when I do it I think about your hands instead of mine.”

You found yourself wincing a bit at the wording in your mind, it was very strong yet, you let him continue. Denji had been study his writing, overjoyed by the fact that he was the only one who could decipher it and he wouldn’t have someone try to come expose him for it, he pronounced words effortlessly and made sure to sound as suave as those guys in the books you read.

“I like to think about you when I’m dong work and how I hope to make this place safer for you especially, for the past few months I have also been studying my writing–It’s unique just like me! I really like the way you are so smart and do the stuff you do which pushes me to want to do just as great as you do.”

You felt a small smile curl up on your lips, a bit awkward at such a random comment and even more, you still found yourself admiring the young man before you. Denji looked at you, it found yourself getting giddy at a confession to you in the first place and with the way things were going you found yourself a bit flattered by everything.

“I really like staring at you do stuff like how you’re always bringing your journal to write in an dhow you immediately notice when something is wrong. I like to watch you read, in fact, I spent a whole day thinking about just sitting around with you for every moment doing nothing at all besides listening to you read because your voice is so relaxing–Your present is warm!”

You smiled at him, you lowered brow at him, ‘Presence?’ You didn’t want t correct him with how much he had said this far and you didn’t want to make him feel bad. You listened earnestly, a smile still planted on your face as you looked at Denji.

“I think about eating toast with jam on it with you everyday, going to school with you, admiring you during class, and even more when you’re with your friends. In fact, being around you makes me feel so nice and warm–I haven’t felt this warm in so long.”

You watched Denji’s eyebrows furrow at this, the young man feeling himself conflicted about the next few lines as he found this blur in the idea of becoming one with someone else after he had eaten Makima. It was a weird feeling, one that he knew was wrong and knew he needed to get over at this moment. Denji was quick to diffuse the situation, as he hoped he hadn’t made you jealous in his delusions, “They’re gone now after I ate them.” You flinched at this, ‘The point of no return?’ you questioned before hearing the young man’s laughter.

“I ate my sadness in food!” Denji applauded his save, you were quick to calm down at the realization but the words that fell out of his mouth still had you with feelings of confliction. Denji took quick notice, he was beginning to pick up on social cues better thanks to you and the books you were reading! Denji continued on with writing as a means to save his confession.

“I haven’t said that to anyone yet, y’know? Like, I’m sad and stuff and I think I’m not but I am y’know?” Denji wasn’t reading the paper anymore, he looked at you with his lovely bright colored honey brown eyes, once filled with energy bouncing of the walls had now began to soften with a look into your eyes and the soft look of your facial expressions had cradled him.

You nodded, even if you hadn’t gone through such trauma you were still very sympathetic with him and listened to him. “It’s like, when you’re living life and you’re thinking about stuff that happened and it kind of hits you at once? Like your first ever kiss that you had with that drunk woman then she vomited in your mouth and you ate it anyways?” You found yourself covering your mouth, trying to stop yourself from exhibiting any signs of being grossed out instead displaying shock to the young man.

“Himeno!” Denji commented, you felt yourself get queasy at this and you hoped for the best for him at this moment as you had grown to care for this young man’s well being, “Then there was Makima, she was someone I just let myself attach to because of feelings, or whatever. I loved her a lot.” You looked at Denji with a saddened look, “How old was she?” Denji’s response only made you feel worse for him, there was nothing you could and there was nothing you wanted to say as he opened up to you. “Older woman, like probably Himeno’s age, I wanted to be mindless to her and so, she killed all my friends-Except for Aki, I killed him…” You raised a brow at this.

You didn’t want to say anything, but you couldn’t hide the bewilderment on your face as you looked at the blond with dilated pupils. “That was all because I’m Chainsaw Man!” Denji shouted, he showed you the cord attached to his chest before quickly going back to the topic before, “It’s pretty cool to being Chainsaw Man except for the people that came with it-That was lame–But I became aware!”

You raised a brow at this, “How so?” Denji smiled at you, “Because I came to talk to you–And I’m taking charge! I’m responsible enough to save money for food whilst still supplying stuff for you!” You found yourself hurt by the gift now, wondering if he’s ever skipped meals just to get you your things. “Oh, you didn’t need to–” Denji scoffs at you, “No need! I wanted to do this! I love doing this for you! Because I like you and I want a life with you!”

You watched as Denji shoved the paper back in his pocket before he sighed, “There was more writing–I just thought it would send better without some stupid piece of paper blocking your face.” You nodded at this, continuing to stay silent as you listened to him. “I really like you, [F/N], and even more, I want to be apart of your life–Mine is a bit complex because I have this kid and I’m putting her through school.”

You didn’t say anything to this, no reaction either as you thought about what in the world was going on with this boy, you kept listening to him in admiration and peaked interest. “I want you to know I’ll be there for you, even if you don’t like me back, I’ll still be there for you to protect you. Not just as Chainsaw Man, but as Denji Hayakawa too!”

You didn’t honestly know what to say, from a traumatic story to the child he’s putting through school and then the fact he was Chainsaw Man–You were in utter shock at everything presented to you, other than that, you looked at Denji for a minute before looking down at the book in your hands and the letter that peeked out. You found yourself looking down at the book, wondering and questioning what you could possibly say in this moment to help get your point across to him.

You didn’t want to lie to him, and even more, you wanted to hear more about him. You felt terrible for him and you looked at him with joy as you found the words you wanted to say. “Denji…I think you’re great–I mean honestly, it’s a big thing for you to tell me all these things.” I looked at Denji, who continued to look eagerly at you with such large eyes filled with inspiration and hope.

It had been awhile since Denji’s been this excited since his appreciation for Nayuta had began growing. The hopeful eyes made your heart pound, it felt like you were almost entranced by this boy you had never met before and while you did have some interest in him there were still things that needed to be sorted.

“However, I think we need more time to get to know each other before I have these feelings for you…” I smiled at him, a warm one that tried to help convey to him how you felt, “Does that mean “No”?” You were disappointed your smile didn’t do much as you looked at Denji with soft eye, “Denji, it’s a not right now…Give me some type to get to know you–” Denji was quick to cut you off, “You know so much about me already!”

The blond argued, childishly and you immediately argued with him, “That’s your trauma–Your trauma isn’t the only thing about you, Denji.” The young man raised a brow at this, Denji had been truly becoming a husk of himself with the passing days with the realization of all he’s been through with his trauma taking the biggest toll on him, yet, there you were making him feel just as young as he was so long ago. You looked at him, a soft smile on your face as you tried to think of any way to get him to realize such. “You’re capable of being more so, and I hope in the future we can become close–”

Denji was quick to ask to you question, “I’ll do anything for you…Even kill some–" You found yourself gasping at this request, almost hurt by such a thing and quickly shut him down, “No!” Denji felt hurt by your change in tone, it felt like those moments with Makima where he would do all she had asked of him, just for her to acknowledge him and give him the physical affection he desired and craved yet still leaving him fleeting.

Denji was projecting, it was terrible for him at this moment with the realization that he would even do such a thing for someone he formed such an unhealthy relationship within those few months with someone who was unknowing of his watching. Denji knew this was wrong, your reaction said it all, and it made Denji felt this reprimand feel as if it was nothing but a blessing to his behavior as he quickly shut his mouth.

You were quick to notice him, so attentive to him, “Oh, Denji. I hope you can understand how absurd that was…” You commented, the blond nodded and sighed to himself before gaining the guts to look at the bottom half of your face. Denji still felt terrible, it felt like he was mumbling when it came out of his mouth, "I hope I can be better for you in the future.” You smiled at Denji, a smile that conveyed the warmness you felt for the young man as you found your hands traveling to his chin to pick his head up and look at you in the eyes,

Denji felt like melting before you, he looked into the eyes that were nothing more than the warm baths that he hoped to have with you as you washed his hair in a similar way to the love, he had so desired from such a young age, to let himself become childish and comfortable with you whilst you doted on him and kept him in check. Denji yearned for this for type of affection.

You smiled at him, bringing your other hand to his cheek while the other began to glide up his jaw, “You will get better, with or without me…” I explained looking deep into Denji’s eyes, “I hope, however, that it’s with me as well.” Denji looked at the warm expression, the way the sun setting had created the light around you as if you were an entity. “I want you to do and be better–To be better for the girl you’re putting through school and the future you want for yourself.”

You glowed without that sun; the darkest night couldn’t compete with the natural illumination that traveled around you when you smiled. Denji swooned to himself, groaning at how amazing you were in his eyes and the fact you were even saying these words to his face had brought him even more of an inspiration. The petals falling around the two of you were a sight for the world to be blessed with. Denji launched himself to you with his arms quickly wrapping around you tightly and bringing you into a hug.

“I swear, [L/N] [F/N], I will help myself and become better person!” You looked up at Denji after your head was pulled into his shoulder, you looked him into his eyes, “Promise?” Denji winked at you, “Promise!” You giggled at this, engulfing the young man into a hug with not knowing the impact this had on Denji.

That day, Denji swore to better himself in hopes for the day the two of you can be one…

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kozumebunny · 2 years

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Thinking about. . .

cooking with denji! It must be so fun to try and teach him, he’s the kind of guy to want to try everything every step of the way! He wants to understand what alters what taste, and he wants first hand experience. Please do the thing where you stand behind him and guide his hands. If you’re smaller/shorter than him and doing that it will make him so happy. He just craves physical affection at all times. He also really wants to do cheesy intimate couple things, but he doesn’t know how best to verbalize that to you either. He’s a very experimental cook, but give him time and he becomes great at it! He likes cooking as a social activity, not so much as a “I must cook to take care of myself and be an adult” activity.

#denji x reader #csm #chainsaw man #csm denji #csm denji x reader

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yuitoru · 4 months

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yunji thoughts b keeping me awake its actually my siblings’ snoring

but i wanna dump a whole bunch of hcs here for yunji so why not. cw; contains csm manga spoilers

denji and yuki met whilst working in public safety, and were instantly menaces to everyone. the members of their division would expect daily pranks from them, and had to endure constant torment

they initially stayed as good friends for the majority of knowing each other - people died too often when working as devil hunters to form attachments to others.

yuki fell first, denji fell harder

during that one kiss scene with h*meno, yuki was sat next to power when it happened, and she just left the izakaya without a word (creds to my pookie @riaki for the idea ly bae <33)

she then just aired denji for days on end until nearly the entire division were begging for her to talk to him again - he had been throwing toddler tantrums non stop

both of them are awkward fucks so it took absolutely ages to even realise the fact that they both had feelings for each other (aki had to spell it out for denji.)

they didnt start dating immediately after confessing; there were a few dates and they spent even more time together before they both knew that they wanted a relationship. tbh it was more on yuki's part - denji was ready from the get-go, with his obsession with boobs and all

speaking of, yuki does not like that shit. the one scene were denji got three squeezes from power? yeah, yuki dont do that shit. its not about insecurity or anything, but shes just really ticklish around her collarbones (another fact abt me :p)

the most boob interaction denji will ever get is laying on her chest or hugging her - no touchy touchy at all

yuki loves styling denji's hair; after missions the two of them will lay down in the living room, denji's head on yuki's lap as she puts his hair into two little pigtails. he wears them out proudly

they have quite a few arguments, but theyre never serious. the one time that they did genuinely argue, yuki left the apartment for a few days and ignored denji for the rest of the week. shes stubborn like that

both have love languages of physical touch and quality time; they have to spend every waking moment with each other - morning, afternoon, evening and night

yuki and nayuta get along, much to denji's surprise. after makima's death and the reincarnation of the control devil to nayuta, yuki began helping denji raise nayuta. she became the female role model for nayuta to follow, completing their 'family' with yuki as her 'mother'

yuki hates asa. thats the hc.

yuki steals a lot of denji's clothes, despite none of them fitting properly. denji's around 5'11", whilst yuki's 5'1" (my height...), so most of denji's clothes are oversized and have to be rolled to fit around her. she wears his shirts to sleep; it being more than enough to cover her

yuki leaves hair ties everywhere. theyre all over the floor and denji finds them in the weirdest places ever

denji is big spoon. always, since yuki refuses to wrap around his back like a baby koala to be big spoon

when shes mad, yuki goes back to her native language - Arabic, and just screams like a maniac. being Arab, her temper is worse than a standard person's (where are my arabs come back me up here)

yuki loves making middle eastern food for denji to try, and he loves eating it. his favourites are wara3 enab, kibbeh and lahm bi ajin (sfiha), but he hates molokhia and tabbouleh

petnames for the both of them; yuki to denji: 'baby', 'love', 'denj', 'habibi', 'omri', 'ya rouhi' ('my love', 'my life', 'my soul' for non arabs). denji to yuki: 'baby', 'hun', 'pretty', 'angel', 'snowflake', 'yuyu', 'princess'

thats all i have for now but i might post more for my babies <33

i love them theyre so cute

#yunji #chainsaw man #csm denji #chainsaw man denji #denji csm #denji hayakawa #csm denji x reader #denji x reader #denji chainsaw man

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

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.

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messyhairedhazeleyeddude · 4 months

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━━━━╝‘ I bet you think about me ’╚━━━━━

A Denji x Fem!Innocent!Reader | A little fluff + SMUT

Contents ; Innocent reader, pervert Denji (nothing changed), peer pressure, corruption, tons of suggestive innuendos, groping, heavy mention of titties, titty-sucking, PDA, guided handjob, thighjob, pornography, non-stop fucking, and obsessive behavior.

A/N ; MYYYYYY FAVORITE! This dude has been deep in my heart ever since I was introduced into CSM. And now, I place the dude above everyone on my preferred list of characters. Especially cause I relate to the man so much. He’s too careless for his own good at times, BAHAHAHAHAH. Okay, enough of me rambling, appreciate my boy and my fine story by reposting and commenting. Whatever you’re feeling for, little readers.

Dynamic ; Kind of FWB?? to Lovers

Sexual Dynamic ; Dom!Denji | Sub!Fem!Reader

P.O.V ; First & Third

Age range ; 18+

Music suggestion ;

[ Denji’s P.O.V ; ]

Today was supposed to be ordinary. Power talked her ass off most of the morning, I would chime in once in a while to joke, and Aki spouted shit at me for everything and anything I did. That’s how it went on in the apartment we lived in. In the middle of the day, we would head for the headquarters. Go back to the stressful life of a Devil Hunter.

But for me, that was nothing. I was more than happy to return to work. A lot of my co-workers complained on and on, sure you get your hands a little bloody, although most of us didn’t care about the slaughtering. It’s not like they were human. Not including the people that got in my way, that was not my fault!

All I knew is that if it meant I got to be entertained by a girl like Makima and fulfill the desires I’ve been dreaming about, that’s cool with me. And the power from Pochita was a huge plus.

Yeah, it was supposed to be another one of those days. Makima would’ve given me a case to solve had it been. But, instead, I was staring at her from across the room, talking to another girl who I didn’t recognize. Hell, was she beautiful though.

Her silky {H/C} hair looked recently done, styled into a braided half ponytail with bangs in the front. Long lashes framing her {E/C}, sweet eyes; the smile she had was enough for me to tell that she would spoil a man to his heart’s content. When my eyes drifted down her body, especially to her ass, I almost didn’t want to believe it. But, I was so sure of it. She passed Makima’s thickness by at least ten percent.

I bit my tongue and swallowed the build-up of spit before making my way to where they stood, pushing my hands in my pockets so nothing showed if I popped one. Often occurrence, do not recommend.

Keeping my eyes ahead, I tried to remain as respectful as I could be while addressing my boss, “Hey, Makima. And…” As soon as I looked over at the pretty girl, I paused so she could say her name, but at the same time, I was freaking out about how much better her appearance was up close.

My brain couldn’t keep up. She had clean, soft skin with a gradient to her cheeks and lips that made me want to go for kissing them, no hesitation. When she glanced back at me, I couldn’t pry my eyes away from hers, watching her reply to me in admiration, “Oh, my name is {Y/N}. I’ve transferred here from Special Division 7… Nice to meet you! You must be the Chainsaw boy she has been telling me about!” God, even her name fit her perfectly.

Wait. Special Division 7? A stopping record player noise sounded off in my head and I turned to Makima for an explanation. The auburn-haired woman was smirking at me like she found my reaction amusing, as always. She leaned forward from her sitting position, resting her chin on her palm, and introduced {Y/N}’s background, “Say hello to the famed Youth Devil, Denji. She’s a beautiful one, isn’t she?”

The Youth Devil? Oh, I’ve heard about her before. Aki talked about coming across someone from a division that had become the Devil that aged people, yet she apparently had no knowledge of anything outside of ‘safe-for-work territory’. Or whatever the fuck he wanted to label it as. Really, that just meant she has no idea how valuable those titties are and that gives me a high chance of getting a squeeze. Or… more.

My gaze had unconsciously drifted to her chest at the thought of that, the button of her white top barely holding because of its size as I forgot to answer Makima. So, being the Youth Devil included being incredibly busty too? Good to know.

It wasn’t until I heard the clear of her throat that I had snapped back into the present and responded without thinking, “Yeah, she is.” Turning red once I realized what I had been doing right in front of the two women, a bit of worry brimming the back of my mind.

{Y/N}’s face lit up at the compliment rather than furrowed and she was quick to thank me, “Awww, you’re so sweet! Thank you, Denji!” And for a minute, I was stuck wide-eyed, half-expecting a slap across the cheek because I was obviously checking her out. Well, I’ll be fucking damned. I guess what Aki was saying about her was true after all.

Before I could get out a ‘You’re welcome’, Makima interrupted by getting off of the desk she was using as a seat, nonchalantly dismissing herself, “I have some things to attend to, so I’m sorry to say, but I’m taking my leave. I hope you find yourself comfortable with Denji, {Y/N}!”

About to pass me up, her intimidating yellow eyes locked onto mine and she leaned to whisper into my ear, “If you want to play with her so badly, why don’t you make her your new toy? You’re strong, right?” Then she walked off as if she didn’t suggest what she just did. My eyebrows and goosebumps raising at the comment. She was encouraging me to do it?

Chewing on my bottom lip, my breathing slowly got worse as I was left with horrible thoughts and a growing erection. {Y/N} not making it any better because she lingered. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine in hanging out with her. More than fine. But, not with all of this also in mind now.

“What’d she say?” She asked, fluttering those long eyelashes at me, and I didn’t know why but when I looked into her {E/C} eyes again— it was like millions of memories were yanked out of my brain and put in them like a projector. Causing me to take a step back and rub away whatever was happening in startled confusion. What the fuck was that?

I blinked away the rest I could, however, I remembered everything so that didn’t help; coming to a conclusion from the look she gave. My head wasn’t the one messing with me, it was her. Or whatever the hell that fucking power is. And I was not cool with that.

Avoiding eye contact by glaring at the floor, I grumbled, “Was that you?” I wasn’t going to hang around for any longer if she wanted to manipulate my mind, especially if it was concerning something like my past. I didn’t want to be reminded. I came here to escape.

A gasp left her like she was frightened before I saw her in my peripheral vision; raising a hand and putting it on her forehead. She took a moment to answer me in a tired voice, “I was just trying to find out more about you… I got too curious, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing her say that was reassuring and gave me the go to stare at her again, my tone dropping back to that same inviting one from earlier, “Oh, shit.. Well, yeah. I don’t have that great of a life so I wouldn’t pry too far.” I tried to shrug it off, rushing to a solution so it didn’t get awkward, “You want to go get some ice cream or something, gorgeous?” It was a last minute suggestion, but that could work.

The {H/C}-haired girl seemed to be near crying before she nodded slowly, a smile rising on her face as she unexpectedly got close to me and intertwined her fingers in mine. Pulling me off along with her while chiming, “Who doesn’t?! I’d love to!” Easier than I thought. But, I’m not complaining.

──⇌• Switch in P.O.V ; Third •⇋──

On the way to the ice-cream shop, Denji stumbled on a couple of rouge devils with {Y/N} in an alleyway and as fate has it with them, they ended up having to chase them down into a field. Faced with the ugly things combining into a whole bundle of disgusting flesh and faces.

She had solved what they were dealing with as soon as they began merging while he did not. Denji didn’t care for details, he wanted to go straight into shredding. He gripped onto his pull cord and tugged, the chainsaws ripping through his skull and arms. Making the curious girl stay behind and observe how he handled the monstrous creature.

With a rush of adrenaline, the now transformed Chainsaw Devil tore into its body, piece by piece. Blood and guts splattered everywhere onto the ground from the relentlessness he had. Getting onto {Y/N} because of how much had sprayed.

He finished when he wanted to. Raging on the thing until it was nothing but a pile of mush left to pitifully sit in the middle of the empty space it sought out for safety.

Then he retracted his chainsaws back into himself, his skin latching and coming together when he did. Molding back into his handsome, worn face. Like nothing happened. Leaving {Y/N} to blankly gaze at him, soaked in red, and drift down to witness the true wrath of Denji.

No doubt was she intimidated by the boy, seeing for herself what Makima had been commending about him. He was the real deal. A true Devil Hunter.

Wiping off the blood from around her mouth, she began to smile and clap with a giddy cheer, “That was impressive! You’re really good to be able to take out a Devil that easily. How long have you been in the game?”

He raised a brow at how she was phrasing their work, confused that she was asking but deciding to respond anyway, “I guess as soon as I could survive on my own, I’ve been hunting. It’s all I’ve known.” Saying it so casually out loud was weird for him. No one usually asks about this type of stuff. Other than when Makima does. But, here was another girl doing it.

{Y/N}’s face twisted into a look of wonder, twinges of sadness in it as she thought about a young boy having to deal with that kind of stress. It made him charming somehow. She felt the need to praise him for it, “The dedication you have to helping people is inspiring.. I hope to achieve the same goal as you, Denji.” A small appreciative smile was sent his way right after she finished.

Although, his attention was completely misplaced. Guess where; her breasts. He was zoned, an idea coming to him when hearing her instead. “My goal? You could help me achieve that, {Y/N},” the blonde beamed. His brown eyes finally getting off of her chest to address her politely.

She moved forward, innocently egging him on, “Oh, really? How?” The way she peered back at him while waiting, that sweet look never leaving her face once, it gave Denji the confidence he needed to elaborate, “Ever since I’ve been thrown into devil-hunting, I only wanted one thing out of it.”

Walking closer, he leaned to where he almost touched foreheads with her, murmuring the last sentence, “A pretty girl who’d let me fondle her body, whenever, wherever…” He felt guilty after saying it, but the eagerness was too much. There was no way he would pass this chance up.

Thinking to herself, she concluded what he was hinting to and thumbed the bottom of her shirt; lifting it over her head and throwing it to the side like it was something natural. He held his breath at the sudden action, the full view in front of him because she wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘This was quick..! Why is she undressing?!’ Panicked thoughts went rampant as he tried to process what to do, glued to admiring her front half while also confused about what her reasoning for this was.

The {E/C}-eyed girl told him it with the purest intention possible, “You seemed to be interested in my chest so I guessed that this is the part of me you wanted to touch? And I was uncomfortable by the bloody mess. But, sorry if I got it wrong! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Even though she had no clue on what she was truly doing, she still managed to get it dead on. Making Denji chuckle out of excitement.

His sharp teeth poked out in a snarky grin at {Y/N}, his hand reaching over to palm one of her breasts and squeeze. Most of it filling the cracks of his fingers and fitting perfectly, if not a little bigger. That grin of his widened like he was off of his rocker as he got greedy; grabbing both of them to push them together. They were so soft. So fuckable. He wanted to stick his dick in them so badly.

A whimper slipped past her lips and Denji went from eyeing her breasts to looking at her brushing her hair out of the way for him. Butterflies erupting in his stomach at how considerate she was despite him taking advantage of her obliviousness. All he could do was commend and thank her with a red blush across his cheeks, “Thank you… so much. Fuck, I can’t even believe that you’re real right now. Your boobs are so fucking huge..!”

She would’ve laughed at the comment if his touches weren’t affecting her like this, his fingertips brushing past her nipples to mess with them, the perverted bite to his lip drawing a bit of blood to dribble down his chin. The girl arched into the feeling and moaned softly, struggling to speak, “Hah.. Thanks.! W-Wow! Why does that mm-feel good?”

They were out in the open, but Denji wanted to go for the risk. He didn’t care if anyone came across the two of them fucking like animals, he just wanted to do it. And nothing was going to stop him the moment he could tell that she wanted to do it with him too.

He pushed on what she said, using it as bait, “You want me to make you feel better? I can teach you a couple more things… Something that’d make us feel incredible.” And as she was about to reply, he leveled with one of her breasts and gave a lick to the bud; a squeal leaving her instead.

Repeating himself, he mumbled against her nipple, her breath hitching at his sharp teeth grazing it slightly as he talked, “Keep getting yourself undressed, pretty baby… I want to have some fun with you.” He sounded desperate, {Y/N} falling for it and hooking her fingers on her skirt zipper, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground.

Denji grunted and wrapped his entire mouth around the bud after that, sucking at it while unbuttoning his pants. Digging in his boxers to tug out his throbbing dick so it was no longer suffocated. He made a fist around his shaft and began jerking off, pre-cum forming around his tip the more he tightened on the veiniest part.

She peeked over the side of him to get a look at what he was doing, holding her legs together when she was beginning to feel something wet between them, entranced at his lower half. It looked satisfying to do and he had mentioned playing so it seemed normal to go for. But, she was in for a surprise because as she attempted to replace his hand, he jolted back and huffed, “Woah, woah… I don’t think you want to get that serious. Who knows what I might do to you if you do…”

Honestly, {Y/N} really loved the sound of everything he was talking about and she didn’t want this to end. She wanted it to go further. Her curiosity wasn’t something to tease, she will figure it out, one way or another. So, she swiftly rushed back in front of him and pressed up against him, resting her chin on his collarbone while she barely rested her fingers on the tip. Begging at him for compliance, “Please, sir… I do want to find out…”

He sucked in some air through his teeth and tensed, almost driven crazy from the pleasure of her contact with him there. It was a noticeable difference between her hand and his dick but he could definitely make it work. And after her asking like that, she was in for a treat.

The brown-eyed boy grabbed her wrist to position her fingers at a better angle before he guided it down his shaft, watching her unable to wrap her whole palm around from how thick he was. He groaned, his own sexual frustrations leaving from his mouth as she got to savor them now.

Eventually, {Y/N} caught onto him pushing her to go faster and sped up her movements as best as she could. Joining her other hand to clasp around his cock to stroke everything rather than a portion. Until he ended up impatient and lifted her up with his arms underneath hers, holding around her ass to move himself in the middle of her legs. Slowly sliding in the correct position; his dick melting in between her pussy and thighs.

Denji lowered her onto him now, grinding their pleasure out while they locked eyes with each other in a half-lidded daze. She moaned vicariously, stuttering some words here and then to emphasize what she was experiencing, “It’s making me feel so… weak! Nnghh-ah ah! Chainsaw.. boy.. wait! I feel so weird..!” His hips began to collide with hers as he increased in speed, closing his eyes to pretend he was fucking into her. He didn’t want to get too ahead of himself out in public though. He had to be reminded about the consequences they could face if they were caught.

She was ignored and sputtered nonsense once she got close, “God! I think… I have to go! I have to go! Stop! I don’t- mmppph.. wanna..! DENJI!” The blonde figured it was because she hadn’t cummed before and knowing that he was the one that was gifting her— her first orgasm— made him spiral in a violent fit of thrusting hard into the folds of her pussy, right against her puffy clit.

Whines yelped out of her as her juices poured all over his length, creating sharper wet sounds and more friction for him. His tip swollen by the time he was close to falling off of the edge of cloud nine with her. Once Denji could feel the rush of his cum trying to spill, he gave a final ram and angled it around her hole to allow it into {Y/N} a little. She trembled in his hold, watching him leave her legs, bruised and messy. Satisfaction written all on his face at what he got away with.

They didn’t even clean up the cum when they went back for the office, deciding to do it a couple of hours later despite both of them feeling the slick in their underwear. Instead, they kept glancing at each other, exchanging a knowing stare until someone interrupted it to talk to either one of them. That sexual tension never stopped fucking with Denji. And {Y/N} was simple-minded as always, in her own little world.

But, she didn’t bat an eye when the boy randomly slipped hands into her shirt one day to get a feel or let her know he was horny by pressing his boner against her ass. He would whisper dirty words to her throughout it, coaxing her into doing things, just for him, “I want to go back to messing with you, babydoll… Can we go inside one of those bathrooms? Need to relieve this.”

{Y/N} would go into the bathroom and he would strip her down like she was a doll, his pants to his knees, her chest resting on the sink and displaying her in front of the mirror. He took her virginity in them. Forcing his cock to slam into her walls, reaching for her guts, all to get lost in her warm pussy. Denji growled loudly, echoing in the tiny room they were locked in while he demanded, “Spread yourself for me. I want to see my dick plunging inside that cute body of yours..!”

Only able to comply, she used both of her hands to pull her ass apart, exposed completely for him to see as he got worse in his constant pounding. Making the poor {Y/N} drool while she twitched in ecstasy, her orgasm running through her for the second time when he wouldn’t quit.

His honey brown eyes seemed so sweet at first, but now they were glaring deep at her expressions, resting into a melted one the second he neared his end. Denji released every drop inside without hesitation, her moans rocking out of her because of him slowing down as he humped it into her.

Then he started over in the same rough pace from before and she endured it as much as she could, her eyebrows knitting up into an exasperated, sweaty look. He was like a dog mating when it came to sex; stamina, aggressive, and having a bunch of cum to dump. {Y/N} was holding onto the sides of the glass counter once he had cummed for a second time, burrowing his cock deep like it was a ritual by now.

And he repeated. Leaving the girl to barely understand what was happening to her from the overstimulation. Denji wasn’t stopping. Even as she screamed for him to, “Fuck! Please! Please, master, I can’t handle anymore!” The pet name he directed her to say a regular word for her at this point.

After his seed was spilling out of her on its own and creating a puddle on the floor, after Denji was dry-cumming and making her unravel onto him like she was throwing a fit off of drugs; that’s when he finally gave up and got off of her. Slipping his dick out and shuddering a couple of words laced with dopamine, “Not so bad for our first hook-up… I don’t know if I want to wait for the others.” Was he hinting at going for more rounds? ‘Dear god..’ was the last thing she could think before she dropped unconscious.

Lil Special Extra // Denji’s P.O.V

Weeks had passed by after me and {Y/N} became a ‘thing’. Hooking up led to a lot more and now she was basically at my apartment almost every day. Sure, Aki and Power were annoyed at her presence, not wanting to hear or see any of the exchanges we gave. But, a man’s gotta live and how can he not without slapping his girlfriend’s ass?

However, there was one downside to her staying over and that was her availability in walking in on me doing lots of inappropriate activities. Whether that was jerking off to her or to… porn.

She bursted into my room late at night after having woken up from a nap in the living room and I was right in the middle of rubbing one out to my favorite fantasy porno. Jumping out of my skin when I heard her shout, “Darling, you miss-! Oh…” The small ‘oh’ quieter than the rest.

My hand and dick glistened with the lube I had saved for times like this, a blush covering my face as I snapped the laptop shut. The sounds of sex disappearing with it.

Anxiety raged through me at how she was going to react, completely forgetting that she barely had a grip on anything sexual until she squeaked out, “What was that? Can I… see?” As soon as I heard that, I quickly dropped the embarrassment and those dirty thoughts snapped back into my usual perverted personality.

Shit, I almost didn’t remember who I was and who she was. Beckoning for her to come sit down on my lap once she closed the door.

{Y/N} straddled me and observed as I opened the screen back up to the lewd scene of a woman being bred just like she had been. Her eyes going wide and a blush crossing her cheeks at the similarity. That innocence of hers was going to be ruined real quick around me. And I loved ruining it. Sliding my fingers down in between her legs like usual so I could welcome her to another sexual addiction I’d use for my benefit.

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