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waterrr · 1 year

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i hope you know im like a chainsaw.

WHAT ? a chainsaw.

WHAT ? a mother fucking chainsaw.

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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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i’m so HAHAHIDKEKFKEkfj

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.