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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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yakulin · 7 months

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Denji groaned as he stretched his arms while he walked alongside you, “Tough job?” You asked and he hummed in response. His arms soon wrapped around your body as he hugged you from behind, his face buried into the corner of your neck. The two of you stopped walking.

It was dark out, the cool breeze touching his warm skin. You tapped his hand that laid right above your chest, “We need to get home.. or well at least you do. You know how Aki acts when your late for your curfew” you stated.

“I don’t care about Aki, plus I’m not a kid! I don’t need to be following some stupid curfew” He whined, hugging you closer to him. So close that when you began to walk you could barely take a few steps before he’d forcefully stop you.

“Denji” you spoke up, he let out a whine before letting you go. “Thank yo- !!” Denji kicked the back of your leg causing you to fall, although he was quick to catch you into his hands. He laughed obnoxiously as he held you bridal style, “You should’ve seen your face!!” He said through laughs

“That wasn’t funny!” You replied, red from embarrassment. “Hell yeah it was!”

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stickycreatorunknown · 1 year

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He's a Needy One (Denji x afab reader)

Pairing: – Denji x afab!reader

Summary: He wants to try something new and much to your delight he's so good at it

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, oral f!receiving, penetration f!receiving (fingers, tongue, dick), unsafe sex, m! ejaculation, f! ejaculation, overstim

Word Count: 2.5

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His eyes still lit up every time you hinted about being in the mood, even after the first dozen times you realized his expression would turn to that same one of excitement and lust no matter how many times he got the chance. Sometimes he’d be satisfied just to fondle you a bit, wanting to put his hands on you and squeeze your breasts, rub himself against your ass or hip and just look you over with pure wonderment as his hands explored every inch of you. Sometimes you could see the greed in his eyes, the boyish joy behind his grin as he touched you and grew harder beneath his pants before he would coyly ask for more or tell you what else he wanted from you.

Today it was your pussy that got him feeling some kind of way. He had been out all day and busy and when he got home he had a smirk on his face, coming directly to you to tell you he needed you. You had started unbuttoning your shirt, assuming he wanted to kiss and lick and suck on your breasts for a while like he usually did, but he spoke instead.

“Well, those too, but uhm,” He blushed, eyes eager as they watched you undo the middle button on your shirt, pausing to eye him curiously.

“Uh,” He looked away, toying with the back of his hair for a moment before his eye lit up again, turning back to you with a big grin now. Always with excitement. “I want to eat your pussy,” He said and at first you were taken back. He could be pretty impatient when it came to sex and usually did everything he could to get himself inside of you, usually with you on your back and his hands on your hips, titling them up for him so he could keep hold of you and thrust into you deeply. He always wanted to watch your tits bounce when he fucked you that way and he’d lick his lips as he felt himself driving into you, enjoying it the same as if it were the first time.

“Okay,” You said and for a moment he looked proud of himself, his eyebrows went up a bit and his lips curled further, teeth showing in his smile now as he nodded fast and motioned for you to keep undressing. You laughed softly, undoing your shirt and tossing it back off your shoulders, exposing your plain black bra. His hands were on you immediately, firm on your waist as he tugged you from the chair you sat in, pulling your body against his. Lips were on yours suddenly as well as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning up onto your toes to try and match his stance. His hands trailed up and down your bare sides, winding around your back and feeling the curve of your lower back before he trailed them down around the globes of your ass, lifting you suddenly and holding you beneath your thighs.

“Bedroom right, do you want a towel, will it be messy?” He was talking between heavy kisses, lips sloppy as he did so and you trailed your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Bedroom,” You confirmed, thinking about the latter questions with amusement. You often did use a towel when you fucked, him usually releasing a heavy load somewhere and you often making a mess as he fucked you so wildly. “Towel is fine,” You said and his lips moved to your neck, hungry and fast as he held you with one arm now, keeping your body tightly against him as he fumbled around with his other hand to reach into the bathroom door as you passed it on the way to the bedroom. “Messy for sure,” You said as he kicked open the bedroom door, stumbling a bit but not dropping you until he got to the bed.

“Good,” He mumbled, climbing over your body as he started to undo his own shirt, tugging at each button quickly and letting you shove it off of his shoulders and arms, trailing your hands over his skin, feeling the worn muscles up his arms and across his back. His lips were moving down now, tongue trailing across your collarbone as his hands roamed up your hips and stomach and to your chest. He rubbed his thumbs beneath your breasts before taking them in his hands, holding them for a moment, squeezing a bit roughly as his big hands completely covered you, a little sigh falling from his lips. You grinned, closing your eyes and tilting your head back as you wound your hands into his hair, feeling him kiss and lick softly between your breasts, practically laying his face into you before he started sucking on your nipples. He toyed with them with his tongue, wanting them to stand for him so he could teasingly bite.

He was lucky you were so happy to let him do this, what if he had found someone who wasn’t as sensitive as you? Your toes curled when he flicked his tongue over your nipples, a little moan escaping you as you felt his grin against your skin, his hands squeezing gently before he started working his way down. He was a bit gentler across your stomach and hips, kissing slowly across your navel and his tongue dragging gently across your hip bones. His hands held your hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles across your skin as you played with his hair, combing through it with your fingers and enjoying the sensation of his hot tongue. He eagerly started to undo your pants, hooking his thumbs beneath your pants and panties to tug them down, his lips trailing along as he did so, leaving no skin untouched as he delicately trailed his hands over your thighs and calves and then back up again.

You felt yourself blush a bit, head tilting to the side so you could hide half your face in the sheets. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him but you quite liked it. There had been a few times he went a bit slower with you but usually he was in a hurry, forgetting himself as he worked his way into you. You shivered as his lips grazed your inner thighs, his hands a bit rough but so gentle as he pushed them apart and his eyes lit up when they saw your pussy. He looked hungry, eyes a bit wide but still hooded as he bit his lip, taking in the sight once again. You were wet, just a bit as he hadn’t parted your folds to see more yet. When he did you felt yourself tremble a bit, his two fingers trailing from the top of your vulva down to your pussy, parting your folds and exposing your needy clit and dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck,” You heard him mutter and you peeked down to see him leaning in, eyes falling closed as you felt his tongue press against you, trailing down between your lips before dipping into you, lapping up everything there was. You shivered, hands gripping the sheets beside you as you watched him for a few moments. His face was relaxed as he worked his tongue over you so slowly, tasting every inch as his fingers suddenly dipped into your sex. His other arm wrapped around your leg, pulling it open for him as his fingers brushed a sensitive part of your inner thigh, making you twitch. His eyes fluttered open for a moment before he took his lips to that spot, sucking on it and making you whine before he went right back to toying with your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub over and over again.

You couldn’t hold back from letting out little whines and moans, tugging on the sheets as his two fingers spread inside your pussy, feeling your walls grip onto him as he fingered you. His tongue worked perfectly between your folds, teasing your clit as he licked and sucked every part of you that he could. You gasped when you felt him nibble a bit at your vulva, sucking you into his mouth and biting down gently. His eyes shot open and he peered up at you, worried he hurt you but overjoyed when he saw the pink on your cheeks and the way you were biting your lip. He grinned against your lips, continuing to toy with you as you let out little whimpers for him. He was quite proud of himself really, starting to lose himself suddenly in your taste.

“Aah-!” You gasped, back arching, tilting your hips perfectly for him to hook his arm tighter, locking you closer to him. He had curled his fingers a bit inside you, pressing against a special spot on your soft walls inside, your pussy squeezing against him as he grinned against your clit, tongue lapping over it quickly. He felt like he could do this all day, just drink you in and watch you squirm. He liked looking up at you with your back arched that way, your tits forming perfect mounds on your chest as he ran his tongue up and down you, his fingers moving a bit quicker inside you now.

“Denji!” You gasped out, suddenly gripping onto his hair again as you jutted your hips against his face. He loved this feeling, you held him close and fucked yourself on his fingers and tongue, getting closer and closer as he realized he had dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed and not laid it out beneath you before he threw you down. The thought left his mind quickly when he felt your legs start to shake and your moans became more desperate. He closed his eyes again, drinking you in as you came on his face, making exactly the mess he had wanted.

“Fuck yes,” He groaned, feeling the tightness of his pants straining him a bit. He wanted to relieve the pressure but the way you were fucking his face he couldn’t dare move away. His fingers kept pushing into you, dragging out more and more of your cum as he kept his other hand firm on your thigh, his tongue almost getting sore as he moved it faster, helping you ride out your orgasm. The way you pulled his hair hurt just a bit but it only spurred him on as he pulled another orgasm from you, your whimpers and cries so sweet as they filled the room.

“Denji! Fuck-!” Your back arched again, your hips rolling onto his tongue as he was practically drunk on you now. Your body twitched and you closed your legs tightly suddenly, his eyes peering up at you as you threw your head back and let out a long moan. He grinned, tugging away from you for long enough to undo his pants and let himself out of them, his cock leaking and practically aching as he had to stroke it a few times to relieve the pressure he had felt building. Your arms had trailed up the bed, moving up beside your head as you support yourself while your body squirmed, even without him touching you you could feel the overstimulation. He had no intention of stopping though.

“Hn!” You gasped, eyes shooting open when you felt his hands spread your thighs, both of them wet from your own juices as he let his heavy cock press against your lips, parting them and letting his length run across your clit. You gripped the sheets beside your head, curling your hands into them as you eyed him, face pink and covered in lust. Your lips were parted slightly and your eyes were hooded as he looked you over. His own face had a similar look, his lips shiny and wet as his eyes scanned your body, loving the look of you like this beneath him.

“Y/n,” He breathed out, hands firm on your thighs as he kept them open for him, rubbing himself against you and causing pleasure to shoot through your body, making you jerk a bit beneath him.

“Hmm,” You hummed out, eyes rolling back as he gently stroked himself against you, letting his cock become soaked with your cum.

“I’m gunna fuck you now,” He said and you nodded fast, needing it just as much as he did after that. He grinned, the same boyish grin he always had, but your eyes were closed and your body so close to another orgasm you didn’t see it this time. His tip entered you easily, sliding in with your slick and his fingers having already stretched you a bit. You still whimpered, tilting your hips for him so he could reach in all the way, stretching you with every inch as his length filled you. He couldn’t hold back his own moans, hands moving to trail up your body, squeezing your breasts again before resting beside your waist. He steadied himself as he started thrusting, not giving you time to get used to the feeling of his cock inside you at all, but at this point you didn’t care. You needed him to fuck you, immediately.

“D-Denji,” You whimpered, your hands trailing up his arms and he leaned down a bit, giving you the space to grab onto his shoulders, tugging his body closer to yours. You wrapped your arms around him as he thrust into you, your body jolted with every smack of his hips against you, your moans loud in his ear as you wrapped your legs around him to tug him closer, his cock reaching deeply inside of you each time.

“Fu-” You kissed him suddenly, his words lost in your lips as you felt his hips jerk and his body stiffen for a moment. He was able to cum too. You let him pull himself from you as you twitched, your own orgasm already having started squeezing his cock. He was sad to pull from you, letting his twitching cock lay heavily against you as he shot himself out between you both.

“Fuck,” He muttered again between kisses, your lips hungry as you felt yourself shaking a bit from the multiple orgasms, your pussy still pulsing as you tried to let your body relax. He laid his head on your shoulder and you could feel the bit of sweat from his forehead on you now but you didn’t care. You ran your hands over his back slowly, his lips soft as they kissed across your shoulder.

“I want to do that again,” He muttered and you weren’t sure if he meant the cunnalingus or the sex. You giggled though, kissing his temple softly and running a hand through his hair.

“Give me a minute,” You breathed out and he laughed, nodding as you felt yourself relaxing beneath him.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 3 months

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Direct Instruction

"Slow down, Denji. You're gonna overstimulate her too quick. Slow licks. Yeah.. Just like that. Take your time, she ain't goin nowhere."

Aki speaks from across the room, patiently observing Denji struggle not to devour you. He slips his t-shirt off but leaves his sweats on. Head tilted, one hand resting on his raging dick as he leans back further into his chair. You don't know why he's still clothed; made you and Denji get undressed soon as this started.

"I don't want tooo. She tastes so fuckin sweet. Its like candy, Aki."

Denji's a fuckin brat but slows down anyway, giving you a chance to catch your breath. Even with him replacing his savage ass sucking with fast little kitten licks, you can't dig your toes out the mattress at the feeling.

"Yeah, I know she does. Don't mean you can do whatever you want." Aki tells him, squeezin his dick to the sight of you.

"Not the fuckin boss of me.." Denji mumbles into your pussy, making Aki's brow raise.

"That right? Want me to shut this shit down? Fuck y/n till she can't see straight while we leave you to play by yourself?"

That gets Denji back on track. Doesn't dare talk back. Only whines into your sensitive lil pus before getting back to his task.

"Thought so. Fuckin brat. Did you not promise me to work on followin directions? Gonna have to handle your bad ass later.. And you better make her cum real good too."

Theres no doubt about that. Tip of his tongue is dead on, swiping that spot on your slippery nub with an accuracy you wouldn't have thought a virgin could possess. He's only been between your legs for a couple minutes but apparently a few tips from Aki and suddenly he's a pro.

"Ahh, ahhh- Denji! Can't believe- didn't think- ohmygod!"

Aki chuckles as Denji moans around your clit, gripping around your thighs tight. The vibrations put an arch in your back that make Aki finally pull himself out to stroke; he's way too fuckin hard watchin you so drunk on pleasure.

"See what you're doin to her? She can barely take it. Use your fingers.. Yeah, like that. Bet shes squeezin round you.. Always bear hugs the fuck outta my dick when I first slide in."

"Mmmhmmm.."

A finger swipes at your opening, experimenting with the slip and slide of you. Denjis curious. Slowly lets his digit creep inside, suckin at you a little quicker. He's stares at your glistening lil puss, mesmerized by how you engulf him like his lips do to your clit.

"Good boy, Denji. Thats it.. Isn't he doin so well, sweet heart? Makin your lil puss flutter nice and tight, huh? Well, tell him then. Dont be rude.."

"Yeeees, Aki! Makin me feel so- ah, ah, ah!"

Denji can't take it anymore. Wants you to be a good boy, and to be the one that makes you cum but he so fuckin selfish. Needs something from you first: wants a real taste of your pretty lil chocolate pussy. So he abandons your clit, pulling you even tighter against his mouth so he can dig his tongue inside of you as far as it can go.

"Ohhhhmyyy- uh, uh, uh!"

It's too intense too fuckin quick. Your yank at his hair to pull him back but he doesn't budge, leaning into you body to trap you against the bed. He wiggles it inside of you erratically, no rythym at all. Just trying his damnest to reach your depths.

"Geez, Denji.. Should've known; you never fuckin listen."

But Aki doesn't stop him, quickening his strokes as he gets up to stand closer for a better view. He swipes at the precum streaming from his flushed tip. Reaching down with the same hand to pluck at your stiff nipples, smearing them sticky before rubbin slow teasing circles around your clit.

"Listen to that.. Hear that cute lil pussy singin for us? She's loud.. Even louder than your mouth. You so nasty, baby."

"Mmm mmm mmm."

Denji doesnt even hear Aki anymore, groaning in between your thighs like you just offered him a feast. Which is hella funny cause that's how he eats you. It's so damn sloppy, too messy. Your juices and his spit mixing to slide down your ass to the bed.

"Gonna cum Denji! Dont stop, please. Fuh-uuck.. More, Akiiii!"

Your pleas the prettiest symphony either of em has ever heard.

"Okay, y/n, okay. Let it out- ahhh.. Need to see you wet up his mouth, princess.Ohhh, gonna buss- don't stop Denji. Our girls gonna cum. Huh, y/n? Fuuuuck, you're so damn. beautiful."

He gives your twitchy lil button the attention you need, just not in the way expect. Stops rubbing to land 3 swift smacks against your clit. But your gone by the first, mindlessly squealing and cumming on Denji's mouth. Hips twisting uncontrollably but his hold on your thick thighs keeps you in place by. All the while, the fuckin brat makes multiple attempts to reach that special spot inside you with his devilish tongue.

"Mmmmfankoooohmmmm!"

Denji groans his appreciation when you shower his swollen mouth with your love. His tongue batters your walls, forcing moan after moan from your throat till your voice cracks.

What neither of you expect is for the scene to become to much for Aki. He pushes Denji to the side and bullies his cock between your spasming walls. He relishes how the end of your orgasm pushes him into his own.

"No fair, Aki! Wasn't done yet. Not your turn!" Denji's whining, swiftly standing to take Aki's place.

"Shut it."

He strokes his dick slowly, whimpering when he notices how Aki fucks you so good that when your lips part to cry nothin comes out. No breath in your lungs, mouth open wide in a silent scream as Aki leans over you and humps you quick and hard. You're left to grip at your covers, shapely brown legs wrapping around his waist; having no choice but to take what he gives you.

"Yeeees y/n! Bout to fill up my pussy, baby. You ready? Gonna take it all? Got so much cum for you, princess!"

You shake your head, hoping he takes some pity and pulls out.

"Nooo, Aki. Take it out. Don't want you too."

Your mumbled denial definitely lacks conviction.

"Too fuckin bad, baby- ohhhhshit! Can't stop now. Mmmm.. 'S too amazin y/n. Ahhh.."

Aki fills you and then some, thick streams pushing out everytime he fucks back into you. You're thankful his strokes turn shallow at the end of his nut, energy draining from his limbs as he lays over you heavily.

Denji watches as he jerks, envious of the intimacy between you two as Aki pecks kisses all over your face.

"A-aki, 'm close, so fuckin close.. Can I cum? Please, Aki, please?"

"No. Hands off." Voice commanding, he's back to his stoic demeanor; even though his hips still stutter slowly into yours.

Denji groans in disbelief, droppin his hand reluctantly. He can't believe Aki's bein this way. You came and he clearly just satisfied himself, shivers still running through him as he pulls his dick out of you. So then why can't Denji find some fuckin relief too?

But then Denji's pleasantly surprised when Aki spreads you wide, both watching as his nut pools too your entrance. You cover your eyes with your arm, embarrassed how they stare at his cum slowly oozing out and into the big puddle beneath you.

Aki looks at Denji, smiling brightly; cock still stiff as fuck.

"Kay, Denji. Put it in, your turn.."

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starrbright · 1 year

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GREED AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN

CSM DENJI, POWER, AKI x Chubby Reader

These devil hunters know a thing or two about greed, sure, but the thin line between the difference of a hungry devil and them; a devil hunter, when they met you—it fades easily

AFAB READER. 18+ characters. use of pet names, slight depiction of blood and violence. JEALOUSY ( the title is literally greed 🚶🏽‍♀️) ORAL FIXATION ( FINGER SUCKING, cunnilingus ) DRY HUMPING. thigh riding. blood drinking. vaginal sex. stalking. obsession. power imbalance. power play?

There's fluff here, I SWEAR

9k words. i couldn't help it. I only made this in one post to less the hassle and all that, so I'm sorry if this post is so long that it might annoy you 😭. I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless 💕

I honestly didn't expect this shit to be dark but as I wrote, that's what happened, my hands slipped )) : and this is my first time writing and uploading a work, with nsfw cuts, no less, so i hope i don't disappoint! Criticisms are welcome but please be nice )):

Also, I decided to upload this part now as I figure the next one will take a bit of time and I honestly wanted to upload this now.

Tell me which one is your favorite! HIMENO. YOSHIDA. KOBENI

Denji:

slight depiction of blood and violence. blood drinking. mild nsfw. 2.7k words. oops?

Denji thought he had it all when he got took in by the division. He ate well, slept well, took his time whenever showering, sometimes even got his own money to buy what he wants to eat. He had it all. Well, that is until you came.

A new devil hunter, even same age as him. And what do you know? You got placed in Aki's and Himeno's group!

Denji thought you were odd, different from the rest, not in a bad way is what he was thinking, no, actually as he stared at you, the longer he did, something began to churn in him; curiosity. You see, Denji as young and naive as he is, he thinks this was the first time he had his eyes set on a figure like you had. Thighs and legs that looks like wants to pop out of your thin black pants, shoulders so thick, chest and stomach well round that it makes him think how hard it is for you breathe, but his......concern for you suddenly went away as you waved and smiled at him.

My! You smiled at him so sweet that your eyes crinkled, he doesn't remember if he had seen such smile, let alone directed to him! He realized that he might have been caught staring at you, that's why you did that but even so, you just smiled at him and let out a little laugh that it flustered him! The poor boy! )): He was left so clueless!

So as the days passed by and you following along their group. Denji just grew more curious. By no means, him and Power always piss Aki off with their loud voices and by just being them. But you? Even when your laugh is loud sometimes ( not that Denji is complaining ) and you just being loud when joking around with Himeno or teasing Kobeni, you don't seem to piss off Aki. Frankly, you don't seem to piss off anyone, you always just have this bubbly yet soothing aura around you. And it got Denji looking, more curious and curious everyday.

Ass always on display from your pants that always fitted you so well. Maybe that's why he always find himself walking behind the group these days. But can you blame him! )): And even when you're in pursuit, taking off your coat in the middle of fight just as you preferred it--Denji dares to lose focus at his task and steals a glance at you, he can't help it! Thin white shirt that your chest and stomach strain against it, fuck, he might have as well thrown himself at his enemies as he noticed your bra faintly showing. Sudden violence of urge to just grope your breasts, doesn't matter how big or small they were, all that matters was is how so sure he was that they're fucking soft and he wants to grope them. The hits he got from his enemies was worth it to have focused on the ripples of your body when you move.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was fucking worth it because it got you running to him, asking him if he was okay, your hands reaching out to him. To him, holy shit. The hits he took must have taken damage real bad because nothing was running in his brain when you kept holding him. Something must be really wrong with him because it got him thinking that he should get hurt more so that this could happen more.

Denji thought he had it all, he really did, until he suddenly didn't. Not when he was always seeing your smile, you smiling at him, time to time asking him if he was okay, asking him how he is, and telling him to be always careful. He thought he had it all, but not when he sees you smiling so sweetly at others, too and he swore that the urge he always have when killing devil's came up when he saw them eyeing you no differently from how a predator would hunt its prey. Others could have sworn they heard a growl, and even almost the sound of chainsaw blaring.

It was only then one night when he concluded that he didn't have it all, after all. And only then he felt how fucking hungry he was. And only then he made his mind to do something about it. Oh, he doesn't fucking know what he'll do but he will do something about it. It was that or pulling the string on his chest and went for those who dared look at you twice.

Because it was sickening to him! How you're just friendly, sometimes clinging to his arm, feeling your softness against him, you speaking to him, to him! With such joy in your voice! And even leaning to his shoulder! ( Was he fucking glad that he gets to shower however and whenever he wants to ) His brain is just going haywire and all the things he was listening about from you was just gone. It was sickening!

So that's how he found himself stealing you away from others, literally. Pulling you in an empty room and you're worried for him. "Denji?" You asked, there's your concerned voice again, pulling him out of his head and was met with your tilted head, worried eyes and fuck, your lips. He wonders how lipstick and whatever the fuck is making your lip shine, tastes like.

"Denji? Are you okay?" You asked again but he just stares at you. And how could you walk closer to him, making this worse than it already is!

You call his name again but this time putting your arms around him, hugging him. Fuck. This was not his plan at all. He just stiffly stood there but he can feel you sigh and smile against him. That's it. He's literally gone, but the touch of your hands against his, bringing them around you, he followed, pulling you closer and you giggled, nuzzling your face to his neck, shuddering him. Oh, this poor boy was lost! Putty in your hands and then you spoke of something that truly broke him. "Can I kiss you?" You asked in such a quiet voice, yet somehow he felt that there was demand to it. He could only nod his head once as your face inched closer to his. He closed his eyes as he felt your lips. Berries is what he was reminded of by your taste. It was you at the beginning who had command, snaking your hand to his jaw, leading him to make the kiss hungrier.

A kiss that started so slow, tastes of each other lingering, turned into sloppier and messier kiss, waking Denji that this was really fucking happening. Just a few seconds ago, he was only standing there at lost as you hugged him but now his hands were all over you, hands just squeezing on every part of you, making you let out sounds that he should only hear.

Tiring from his excited and starved state, you pulled away from him, putting a thumb on his soaked lips to catch your breath but it looked like he wanted more and he does! )): Even when he was panting, his pupils were blown out and still leaning in, arms locking you tighter to him, a wonder to you how he was able to keep up with his muscles that were sure aching from keeping you in place--because of your body compared to his. Oh, Denji couldn't care fucking less about that, actually, that was one of the least things on the back of his mind now that he's got you.

"Aren't you a hungry boy?" You spoke, tease in your voice, fingers trailing his face. Denji said nothing but hummed, blown eyes turning hazy and nuzzle his face to your hand, making you smile. Happy that he finally done something. "Took you a while, huh?" Well, the boy hasn't been so subtle about he was feeling, unlike you, however. You figured that's why he was so pent up just now with kissing you. "I like you, silly." Laughing as you said it, waking him up again from his daze.

He looked at you with wide eyes that never failed to amuse you. He sees that you're waiting for an answer, then he was flustered again. Unable to believe to hear those words, those words that hold such meaning and from you, nonetheless! With voice and eyes so genuine, he never thought he'd see the day something like this would happen to him. He truly didn't have it all.

Until you. "I like you, too." He mumbled against your neck, hiding in your softness. Hearing your soft laugh as you caressed his hair--he had it all.

But that doesn't mean his hunger had finally gone down, in fact, Denji feels it grew more and how couldn't it when he had you now! Every time you smiled at him, talk to him about literally anything with the same amount of excitement, listen to him with so much glint in your eyes, hugged him, kissed him, he grew more hungrier.

And even when it's been known already in the division that you two were together, it didn't stop those others ( fucking assholes is what Denji calls them ) to not look your way with want behind their eyes. Did it make him fucking angry. But to steal you right then and there, kissing you in front of anyone who can see, you always have no choice but to follow him as his lips assaulted yours, always pulling away before it can cause a scene that it already has and your surprised face after, flustered rather, it never gets old.

And don't get Denji wrong. He likes Aki, he cares for him, sure, but to see you there cooking with him, you wearing an apron, a sundress beneath it, looking so lovely. After you decided to surprise him is what you said when you arrived at their apartment. Well, it didn't feel like that anymore, not when you were talking so cozily with Aki, laughing with him as you cooked together, it fucking pissed him off. Sad that he never got the chance to learn how to cook and it angered him that he was sad. He should be the one cooking with you!)) : So maybe he could have the chance of hugging you while you work, maybe time to time, squeeze, pinch your fat wherever on your body, to hear your gasps and steal a kiss from you!

So he did the only rational thing he had in his mind. He walked to both of you and Aki, interrupting you speaking as you felt hands snaked around you from behind but not surprising you as you knew it was him. Opening your mouth to continue what you were saying and being muffled by another pair of lips is what surprised you! Denji run his tongue inside you, not wasting a second, and you had to fight yourself from letting out a moan as you knew someone other than you both was present.

Finding an opening to call out to him, "Denji!" he just continued to peck your lips and rubbed his hands on your hips. Only uttering out a huff once he finished, laying his head on your shoulder. Smug as shit that he can feel yout heart beat so fast against him and with Aki muttering of something that he doesn't give a fuck about at the moment.

Aki honestly needs to be paid more for the stuff that he witnesses because of Denji.

But what do you do when you're finally alone now? You punish him!)) : Saying that it's gone too far )): Telling him off that no kisses or even hugs for a few days, how could you let your sweet boy suffer like that!)) :

But of course, being the obedient boy that he is in your hands, he follows! )): But little do you know that it made him rebel more, even hours of no kiss or even touch from you, let alone be close to him! It made him mad, throat drying by the second.

So can you blame him when he can't hold back anymore? Can you blame him when he comes sneaking in your apartment in the late of the night, with you just done pampering yourself and headed off to bed. Can you blame him when he covers your mouth, pinning your hands together above your head. Your eyes widening, shocked that you didn't hear or felt anything that he was within your premises. But there was so much red in his eyes that you understood why he is the way he is. Can you blame him?

This was your fault! Letting your poor boy suffer! )):

"Denji," You called to him as he freed your mouth and hands. He just hums, falling his face onto your neck, the sweetness of your scent engulfing him. Had you forgotten that he's a fiend? Even though his sense of smell is not that strong. Even with only the faintness of your used scents, your own overpowering, he loved it and he did because it was yours, it was you. So can you imagine him holding back whenever he has the urge to bite you, to taste all of you?

Denji caressed your face and with his continued inhaling from your skin and nuzzling against it, you had a feeling of what he wanted to do. "Denji, no biting." You said, bringing his face to meet yours and the command in your voice and eyes made him whimper the smallest sound. You broke him!

His pout so evident and he looked so disheartened that it breaks you. )): So what do you do? Of course, you let him! "Not too much, okay?" Denji nods eagerly, his blonde hair bouncing and immediately falls back to you. He straddled your hips, arms pinned by him, keeping you in place. With the position, you can feel his hard on but still, he took his time kissing and sucking on your neck and chest, leaving you already a mess beneath him, riling him up more as well.

And there it is. He sank his fanged teeth in your neck just after leaving a mark that everyone was sure to see, a shattered gasp coming out from you as you felt the sharp pain, your arms flinching but Denji just held you down firmer. Both of you moaning together when he finally sucked your blood. How cruel of you! This is what you had been keeping from him!)): The taste of you had his eyes rolling.

Wanting to feel anything besides the pain however pleasing it was still, you looked for more, so you grinded your hips against his. The sound you both let out was heavenly to each other. You can feel your own blood dripping down on you and you knew that wasn't the only thing coming out from you as you continued to grind yourself against him. Denji meeting your pace, both chasing the burning high. His thirst growing more as he continued to drink your blood and drive himself onto your clothed cunt. He knew that the straining of his teeth against your flesh while you were humping against each other was painful, but he couldn't stop now! )): And you can't blame him! Something so good and painful in sync, how can you stop this? You don't know and you don't want to know as with both of your pace was turning fast and needier, running after that blissful end, bodies flinching and twitching, grinding still so hard against each other as you both came, moans so long and loud. Your shuddered and broken breaths while Denji softly kisses where he bit you, easing the pain, but smugness so much in him as he eyes his work, excited for everyone to see. But he's not done yet!

Denji really had it all. Well, he found it by your screaming as he managed to thank fuck, successfully--fuck you. Addicting was hearing you let out a sound every time he pounded himself to you, addicting was looking at your body jiggle every time. Makes him want to taste you again, so he does! He found it by the taste of all of you. And then he found it the morning after as you cooked breakfast together. Well, maybe it was only you who did but only for now. Because as long as he had you, he'll always find it all.

Aki:

stalking. obsession. finger sucking. vaginal sex. 3.8k words. uhhh enjoy.

It started off as nothing, to little and to where he is now; outside, across the bakeshop where you are, that is. Clear view of you enjoying your cake and bubble tea.....alone and that makes him....pleased. It almost seems like you two were together! Surely you were thinking that!

Aki still remembers when you both met. It was because you literally ran into each other, well, it was you rather. Your hands full with stacks of boxes of pastries and your yell that you made when you stumbled to him, thankfully, he was there to keep you steady and your pastries! How kind of him! )):

You're laughing, rambling about how your team was probably starving because of how late you were, on the while saying your a few weeks new in the division and wanted to do something for your team and for others as well. Then you offered him some of the pastries you have because how couldn't you? You were so preoccupied in your own head that you bothered him because you just had to be clumsy! And all he did was kept you from hurting yourself and wasting food, said nothing to offend you or even looked at you wrong, wasn't he so sweet?

So how couldn't Aki's eyes roam in the hallways then, certainly not because he was looking for a rushing click of heels and laugh that echoes. How couldn't he do that when you offered him that treat with your smile he was so sure that was sweeter than was what on his hands. And thankfully, he got to see you again! In the same place you met, no less! How odd was that? But you didn't need to know that he had done his way to know the exact time where you'll go to where you'll be. Aki just wanted to see you again!

And was he disappointed when he did? Of course not! Not when he heard you speak in the same tone that you had back then, gushing of joy and my! You even said his name! You know him! That must be saying something, no? His name flowing out from you so sweetly, he can't help his thoughts--flashing with visions of you chanting it, crying out from pleasure because of him. How could you! )): But you didn't need to introduce yourself to him, apologizing because you forgot before, you didn't need to because he's got a copy of your file, silly!

Reading it like it was a love letter, eager to know more of you but sadly and expectedly, all he got was basic informations. Of course, that wouldn't be a problem. He had all the time in the world to get to know you! And Aki let himself freely imagine you beneath him, apologizing for disobeying him, how couldn't he when you said you were sorry with a laughing voice that wasn't faltering, it makes him want to break it! )): It wasn't like him at all.

To follow so eagerly for someone, following you until you got home to your apartment, it wasn't in him but he just wanted to make sure you were safe! Yes, that was it! Aki just wanted you to be safe! And you are! Alone again, that is. No one to threaten Aki you.

And just when he was about to leave, you began to take your clothes off, how could he forget that? If he thought drinking you up whenever he got the chance to look at you freely inside the buildings of the division, was enough already--oh, how wrong he was! )): Coming out from your bathroom just freshed up in a dark negligee, it wasn't even with shorts, but just a short dress that's only until your mid thighs. Fabric so thin and silky, no difference from how soft you looked. Shoulders round just as your chest and stomach were. The low cut on your chest, showing out your breasts more as you applied lotion all over you. The little opening to the window gave him a whiff of your scent and that alone could make his eyes closed from bliss for a short moment. And of course! You weren't wearing a bra )): He can't blame you! Having to put up with wearing them all day and while fighting, nonetheless. He's just glad for you to be comfortable! More so he can enjoy such a sight. And......you can't possibly be not wearing.....not wearing a panty underneath as well, no? The thought just makes him snap his cigarette, oh how could you! )): The poor guy couldn't take it so he left and he thought it was for the best because he wanted to get to know you first, of course! Isn't he such a good guy? )):

So there he was, outside across the bakeshop where you are. That shop is where you always go, where you sometimes bought the pastries you give for your team and these days, even to him! He couldn't ignore that now, could he?

You were ecstatic, Aki concludes only days of knowing you, so different from everyone in the line of your work. Heels always heavy from the rush of your walking, honestly, someone like you should be annoying to him, but no. If anything, he's found to like your antics, your chirpy movements or voice that will go up whenever you talk to him, or to anyone.....unfortunately for him. But nevertheless, he liked watching you. Even when others were watching as well......Maybe one day, he'll do something about it.

But for now, he walks to cross the street, fully knowing you'll see him and he doesn't doubt that you'll call out to him and invite him over to where you are. That's exactly what happens. You're already holding his hand to pull him in because he said he didn't want to impose on you but you just shushed him and now you're both sitting across from each other, hands still intact that he notices there's some of powdered sugar on your knuckles as he eyes your hands together, that is until you took it back, leaving his own cold. You're looking at the menu to get something for him.

Aki could just stare at you while you were so focused, taking it as a chance to get a good look at you. Your attire was colored light this time, cotton shirt that was still thin enough to stretch around you, high wasted short that showed your belly rolls and fitting your thighs well, the fat spilling on the high chair that's why it gave him access for him to check you out. Aki doubts that everything was sweeter than you in the bakeshop. He's not that keen on eating much sweets, too, but he does anyway because you offered it.

And it was fucking worth it, because now you're feeding him your cake with the fork you've been using, he lets the metal slide out of his mouth slowly, as if to savor the faintest taste of you, rather than the food itself. Somehow, he's suddenly hungry for more.

Your giggle pulls him out of his trance, breath hitching as your hand reached out to his face, thumb grazing on his lower lip--to take off the cream on it, he feels. And how cruel you were! You just had to put your said finger in your mouth while you stared at each other! )): "Do you want more?" You asked giddily, as his eyes stayed on your thumb that was thinly coated with your saliva.

Oh, he fucking wants more and he'll have it.

Sundown was coming and you both were still there, talking so long like never before, your plates and cups already emptied an hour ago. What luck you both had, the encounter gave you the chance to get to know each other, what luck Aki had--because now it just gave you more reason to be close to him and he wouldn't have a problem anymore of you doubting him. He wouldn't have to worry about you liking him. Because he can already feel it as he walks you to your home.

You're stealing glances at him, your fingers gripping your little handbag so tight, little breaths you take from your mouth. That was new. You're no longer your usual buoyant self but what he sees is you being hesitant, quiet--shy. He really wants more. So Aki did you a favor as you guys stopped in front of your apartment. He asked you casually if you wanted to go back again in the bakeshop with him and how your eyes lit up, gave you away, so much. If anything after all, it was him who did a favor for himself because he got to see how eager and happy you looked as he asked it, trying to catch your composure while you answered but nothing could have taken back your enlightment, really. It was already engraved in his mind.

It's all he think about up until he's gone to sleep and what met him when he saw you again. A grin that it looks like you're holding back to keep it from getting wider as you walked closer to him, itching to move how you normally do, especially when you're excited--you're keeping it in, hiding it but he sees through it. He really has watched you, better than everyone who dared to. That alone so much makes him believe that no one should have you other than him. Wouldn't you believe so?

Aki is restless after the day, after all the work he was given, after trying his best to not get his suit stained because he promised it that it will be today he'll treat you to the bakeshop, and that he was--pristine as ever, one wouldn't think he fought three devils just that afternoon as he walked in the shop with you. But of course, his tiredness imeddiately leaving just as he sees you. Clothes untainted. Because of course, this was a date, right? Even with the usual work clothes, you wanted to be presentable, be pretty for him.

And you are, you always are to him. Frankly, he wouldn't care if anything was stained on your white shirt or the black attire, he wouldn't blame you, still think you're so good in his eyes. Ask him to clean it for you and he will-

There you both are again across from each other. He may or may have not ordered slices of cake in just one plate for you both to share, and he didn't miss the interest in your eyes when he requested that. He's such an attentive one! )):

You're feeding him again, said that you have to try it because it's so good and it was his treat after all. Oh, he knows it's good, the little hum you make each time you took a bite and licking of your lips was hard to miss. But he knows it rather tasted better because it had little taste of you again, making sure your eyes were locked onto each other as you put your fork in his mouth, his gaze so warm that it makes you squirm in your chair as you slid off the metal out from him, making sure to lick his lips after and say that it is good. Smirking to himself as your movements stuttered, almost in a daze. He can't get enough. Maybe he does likes to devour sweets.

And that's what he does after walking you home. Pulling you to him just as about you were to walk away, chubby face in his one hand that he held firm to catch your lips, a small squeal coming out of you when your lips met his. Aki's arm roaming around your waist, squeezing on the while to lock you to him, his mouth opening so big that you can barely breathe as he drive his tongue in you, barely keeping up to meet his tongue. He can't help but groan at both of your tastes mixing with each other, the sound he let out was so weakening to you that made you moan, let alone his other hand squeezing your breasts. Even when his hunger couldn't be sated at the moment, he needed to look at you. He pulls away but not before he got your tongue and sucked on it, leaving you a whimpering and flinching mess, strings of saliva from your lips still connected to each other, your eyes are so hazy, lipstick smudged, your lips trembling, you were trembling against him, panting from your mouth and you're beating against him. My, just what Aki has done! )): And what he have in his hands....you were something to devour so godly. He'd have you right then and there but seeing you like that made him change his mind. Patience would be the key as he strokes your face and you sigh, eyes closing with a little smile on your lips, lips that was still dripping with his own saliva, lipstick that were ruined because of him.

And what a good thing you are! Following his words to rest now, saying that you'll see each other the next day again, but of course he had to kiss you again. So sweetly this time, his tongue going so slow to roam in you, gentle how he met your lips. A complete, utter whiplash to the first kiss you had. He knew what he was doing! Riling you up so good and confusing, no less but sure to made you look for more. Because that will just leave things for you both to be even more greater.

How right he was. Each glance you shared, he knew it made you already pleased, the glint in your eyes he can clearly see even from far away, biting your lip to stop your smile, your comfortable squirming when you're within his presence. He knew every day, hour that passed by, he had you in his hands. He doesn't doubt it.

But as much he was amused with keeping your relationship hidden away from prying eyes, the rush from it, fleeting minutes, seconds of affection whenever you both get the chance to; his hand always pulling you to him to kiss you, leaving you breathless every time no matter how short it was. You running to him to kiss his cheek and his hand lingering to your arm to slow you down from walking away. Sometimes your free time aligns and it gives him the chance to pull you away into a room, to embrace you and of course, to kiss you, to kiss you and just to kiss you until you're both tired, heaving for breaths but still wanting for more. The end is always--your legs quite wobbly from all that you did, needing to redo your lipstick, and him fixing his tie, straightening his suit but still walking like nothing happened, like he wasn't burning with smug and his pants so tight to him that was burning as well.)) :

As much as he was amused by it all, he still saw the other eyes looking at you, a threat to him. Always eyeing you and even have the guts to flirt with you, but you were still kind enough to just pass it by. Letting the flattery words that was always laced with something behind it to just go through you and even thanking them sometimes. He doesn't blame you, you were just like that, one of the many reasons why he wanted, needed to have you.

But them, he can't do. They are a problem but because the kind man he is in your eyes, what he only does is finally made his statement, right in front of everyone to see. Striding over to you with so much vigor but still smooth as he is, swooping you in his arms to have your lips on him, relishing in the gasp you let out before he crashed his mouth to yours, less so by the others that were present among you. And he won that moan out from you, from trying to fight it, he got it by after countless times of ravaging your mouth, well familiar of what made you lose it. You're trying your best to stop his other arm to roam around you because you know it will just get worse and you feel him grin against your lips.

Just what had you done to him? Breaking him out of his self just so others couldn't bother him anymore, but it was for the best anyway, so that they know you're his and his alone.

So say goodbye to those fleeting moments because he's found the high in terrorizing others with both your neediness, maybe just his, rather. ((:

You're doing your usual routine of giving pastries to your team? Changed. He's either going with you or suddenly pops out of nowhere beside you, his arm always around you. A smirk that he bites off when they see their lingering stares on his hold on you.

You won't be able to kiss his cheek anymore because it always lead him to hold your face to kiss him and he's smothering you there.

Aki wouldn't be the one to think of when doing those things, sure but he can't help it, he thinks you're pushing him to the edge, he really does but he can't blame you and he won't!

And to the edge is where he found himself. Having enough of keeping out the fire for so long, of both of you keeping on your toes--there you both are now. In your bedroom, lying down naked, just stripped out of your clothes as Aki stared down at you. Still in his work clothes, only out of his black coat, his tie hanging loosely and hair out of its tie, left handsomely disheveled.

Aki had done nothing yet but just kissed you, ripping your clothes from you on the while, your paired underwear only what's left of you as he hoisted you up to bring you to your room, muscles on his arms clenching yet relishing your heavy but soft weight, nonetheless. Lips not parting from each other, you pulled the tie out from his hair and gripped them, making him groan in your mouth and that made you clench around him; legs tightening on him, your core so tight against his abdomen, flinching as you both felt that pressure so good.

Your legs trembling as he put you down standing just at the edge of your bed, towering over you while he put a hand on your chin, his thumb grazing your wet and ruined lips, your eyes looking at him so desperately, and that made it all the better. As he took his sweet time taking off what was left on you, cupping your one breast after, the hand that was still on your mouth had his thumb in you for you to suck on it as he commanded you to take off your panty. With your legs weak as ever, you did as Aki adds another finger in you while you continued to suck on them, whining as his other hand went down to cup your dripping mound, driving it to put force against it that it made you buck your hips to meet his movement.

Not even a finger in your cunt and yet you're already a mess! )): Your hands gripping so hard on his clothes, crippling its neatness, eyes up so glossy to him, mouth filled with his digits and your drool. It had Aki throbbing so much but he still had patience, how couldn't he when you had the same? So just fucking needy for him and yet you're still so good for him, obedient as you let him lead you on so slowly, relishing that slow but fleeting pleasure he offers. )):

His starving mouth met yours, pushing you on the bed gently and left to nothing again as he stood back up, taking off his coat and he took you in, his chest heaving. All that building up was so worth it, that pent up heat in him paid off as he stared at you; a sweet fucking five star treat, begging to be devoured.

That's what he did, late of the night until almost morning came. Your mind just mindless, filled only nothing but pleasure from all the pain and elation he gave, that you both made.

His teeth rotting because of you, licking and sucking you up like his tongue hadn't tire out already just from kissing you, that damn pink muscle moving against and in your cunt so strong, his fingers digging deep in your thighs to keep you still but you just can't help to twitch every time he moved in you. Though, he even encouraged you to grind against his face, hands forcing on your thighs for you to move on him and you did, pulling his hair while you ride his face and his continued slurping and sucking. After finding your release with you shaking with a yell so loud, muscles pulled so tight, even when you gave out already, he wouldn't just have that, of course!! ((:

Aki needed to see you while putting his cock inside you. )): Wanted to see your tummy rolled up as he gently with force still, hold your thighs up, wanted to see your eyes roll as he slowly went in, wanted to feel you trembling. See just how beautiful you looked, dried tears on your cheeks while still having fresh ones build up in your eyes, drool falling on your chin, your cum smothered beneath you. Wanted to tease you that you're disobeying him by not keeping still, that your eyes won't focus on him. And of course you're sorry! )): Uttering a babbles of sorry as his hand came up to your face, wanted to see how well you'll keep it in as he teased you by rutting his hips against you, apologies disrupted by crying out his name.

How he heard it so real was nothing compared to his mind. Chanting and chanting it all over again as he finally ram into you. He's hissing every time he drove in, you can't help but clench your ass and cunt each time he did. Your walls filled with nothing but the sound of your cries and his own sounds along with your bodies. Even when you found both of your end, still high and riding that bliss, still inside you, moving still against each other to keep that heat, that pressure that kept you flinching--he went to you, fluttered kisses to your lips to cheeks and to your ears, his quiet but demanding whisper that just kept you on your high. "I think you can give me one more."

It didn't end with just one more.

Power:

dom!reader. power play. get it? power play? IM KIDDINGKSDSJFS im serious 😐. blood drinking. dry humping. thigh riding. 2.9 k words.

Blood curling is what you are, what she feels when she sees you, smell you, feel you. Blood curling.

You're not any different from them, humans, they were all the same--you were all the same. But what Power goes through because of you, it's different. It has her chin going up high to savor that scent, nose scrunching and mouth twitching, even more worse when she sees you, mouth going dry. Gulping deeply just to quench her thirst.

You're not any different, so she wonders why this is different.

Maybe it's because when she first saw you, she was taken aback, from your appearance and even more so by your demeanor. You had a kind face but your eyes said otherwise as you found her own; defeaning. She felt it. If she knew less, she would have thought you were a devil.

Mouth threatened to babble once your scent hits her nose but immediately kept shut as she saw you. Just like that it was different.

Maybe it's because she's insatiable. She is a fiend after all; that would explain why her hunger grows as you walk by. Thighs so full that it jiggled each step you made, your belly hang low, tucked in so prettily in your slacks, chest that looks so plush, shoulders round and fat. Your neck, so little of your neck showing because of your one button left opened. All that she sees made her teeth ache, itching to have something to bite onto. But she was kept in her place. So she still wonders why. )):

But luckily for her, she might get her answer now. Because you're in front of her, not to Aki or Himeno, but right in front of her. Suffocating her, tantalizing so. She's not well familiar with tones but yours, she heard, at least easily anyway. "Ah, I finally get to meet the two infamous recruits." Your voice was teasing, it even had Denji looking, quiet as well, not lapping up as he usually does so when in present in someone unlike him but literally quiet. The both fiend are. It had Himeno laughing and even Aki breaking out a smirk.

"Denji.....and Power." You hang your head out to them in a tilted way, a grin showing as your eyes went to hers. Threatening is what Power would describe it, how you're so tantalizing that it was threatening. And you're now walking away like you didn't had two fiends in the process of being wrapped in your fingers, like you didn't had Power breathing heavily, drool easily falling out as she watched your behind strut so hypnotizing.

She's close to finding why.

Yes, she was onto it, to you rather. Because how couldn't she? You were so hard to miss, your scent lingering that she can taste it, trying her best to let it stay on her tongue. Waking up in the morning so thirsty, somehow she's already waking up Aki for them to get to work early and of course, you're there already.

And there she stays as you linger by the railings, the footsteps of her team going faint but Power only stood still, staring at you. You smirked, hanging your head low to the side, meeting her gaze. "Can I help you?" She didn't answer, she couldn't, nothing running in her mind but only your taste wafting directly to her senses. Then you walked to her, "Something got your tongue, kitten?" you asked, lips still curled upwards and you're looking down at her.

Her stillness gave you access to hold her chin, a quiet and broken gasp out of her as she felt your fingers so close to her mouth. Wide eyes looking at your calm ones, her pupils blowing as you put your thumb in her, mouth opened still but she can already taste so much of you. If that much has had her pulse going crazy, what you did next was something you shouldn't have. Your mouth opening a little as you felt the pain when you stuck down your thumb in her tooth. The sharpness made it so easy to prick your flesh, blood flowing out that made nothing else mattered. Power held onto your wrist tightly and closed her mouth on your finger, eyes going shut while she sucked on it, the pressure changing because of how fast and hard she was sucking. But you're only there, unfazed. Your other free hand working up to her face, to her hair, and up to the little horns she had, petting the fiend in your hands, literally.

Your mind beginning to get a little woozy as she continued to drink, you parted her lips with your other hand, interrupting her bliss. She opened her eyes, pupils still blown, crazed eyes looked up to you. Slowly, you pulled up your tainted thumb from her tooth, both of you letting out a sound as you did, blood still dropping and Power couldn't let it go to waste, licking and gulping what she can have. She was panting, her tongue laid out, copper is what you smell from it but so much different from Power is what she smelled. You knew she wanted more, how she was still clanging onto your wrist, her eyes never leaving yours, feeling her twitch against you, her pulse fast as yours, even her horns grew but all you did was trace her lips with your bitten thumb, her drool and your blood smearing on her. "How adorable." You uttered as she closed her eyes while you grazed her horns. Tamed was her beneath you and you knew she'd be looking for more.

That she does, even just after you left her there like nothing happened again, like you didn't know she would have done anything to have you again, walking away like your cunt wasn't pulsing as her tongue soaked your finger, like your panty didn't stick to your mound as your juices leaked while she continued to drink from you, how good and warm her mouth felt. You strut off again leaving Power lost as ever.

Game set in your mind.

And of course, you were the one who was most enjoying it. )): Intentionally taking all the ways to not run into them but sure enough that your scent would still linger around for her to catch, head turning all around a few times to look for you, frowning as she noticed where it was coming from but no choice but to follow her team as the taste would only last so short and left nothing the whole day. Smiling lightly to yourself as you knew a certain feind was suffering because of what you were doing, because of you. )): It didn't stop there, though. How could it when she was just so cute? Having the guts to show yourself sometimes to her, adrenaline pumping in you for you knew you were provoking such a thirsty creature and suddenly exposing yourself like that was a risk, yet it made you so thrilled, all of your insides pulsing as you see her eyes turn wide. Speaking to their team so casually like you didn't know she just wanted to pounce on you but she just stood still, a grin couldn't be helped to show as you saw how she was gnawing on her lips. Always expecting that you'll let yourselves be alone again but no, you're always just walking away.

And Power has had enough. One's patience could only run so thin, let alone a hungry fiend, let alone her.

So she sneaked off to find you, letting your scent that was in the air to lead her to you and there she found you just standing in the corner where a vending machine was. Preoccupied with getting the few things you bought, you didn't feel her presence grew nearer and even until she stood behind you. Only when you stood up, your back met her front because she was so close to you. With how heavy she was breathing that you feel it on you, you knew it was her, and her marked eyes was clear on the glass of the machine. How they're blown out stared through yours, she can feel that all of you heightened, making you even more appetizing to her hunger. You knew that your game ended here and another new one began.

Power dipped her head in your neck and you gasp, expecting that she'd bite you and suck everything out from you right then and there, the things in your hands were now on the ground. But you were wrong, your composure gone in that second but she was too busy to inhale you to noticed that, her arms sliding around you, trapping you as she continued to nuzzle her face on you, moving the fabrics out of the way. Your breath breaking once she tightens her hold, hands squeezing your belly, the other on your breast, the nonexistent distance on you had her core against your ass--creating that friction that made you flinch to grind against her. Your strangled moan in your pursed lips in sync to her quite loud and surprised, she froze.

With that, you had the upper hand that almost swept away from you. You smiled, a hand going up to caress her face as you thrusted your ass to her, giving that heat you knew she felt just before and it made her buried her face in your shoulder as she squeezed you, that found burning pressure staying. You both weren't standing straight anymore but she's crouched forward to you and your behind bended down to her. Power is beating against you and you knew she was going to be hungry for a new thing. Your hand continued to rake her hair gently as she twitched, little breaths she make that sends shivers to you.

You stood straight and she follows, weakly so. Putting your arms on top of hers, sighing as you laid your head on her shoulder, eyes to the cieling. Calming yourself and her before she wouldn't be able to control herself anymore and just take you there. Power nestled her head on your neck, can't get enough of you, the softness and heat that surrounded her and just everything of you.

With another breath you let out, you took her hand and led the way for you both to your office. Not needing to look back as you already know she was following you like a lost cat, just eager to be taken care of. That's exactly how Power was.

You locked the door and Power didn't waste no time to pull on your arm for you to meet her front again. Wanting to do what she felt earlier, "My! So eager." You laughed, she feels the rumbles that comes out from you as you pressed your back further into her, letting her squeeze you so hard to give what she was looking for but just imeddiately, you took her arms away from you and turned to face her.

Frown etched to her face, if she had ears that can droop, it would have been like that. Your hand came up to cup her cheek, she nuzzles to it. "What do you want? Hmm?" You asked, your voice sweet as ever but that made it all the harder for her to speak. She just continued to rub her face in your palm, hiding her closed eyes but that wouldn't do, so you held her chin to make her look at you, cupping them firmly that her lips puckered a little and her eyes opened. "I asked you a question." Gone was that sweet tone and replaced with a demanding one.

Power squirmed, eyes roaming but you stopped that by squeezing her face gently, eyes that was blinking rapidly met yours unfazed, your eyebrows just raised at her. She whimpered, lips quivering and eyes began to gloss. But your lips only curved up and she was even more.....thrilled. "....W-Want....want to taste y-you..." She managed to let out.

Your cunt pulsed at that, sharp breath from your mouth knowing she wasn't aware of what that words could mean a different thing. But there was time for what you were thinking. "Good girl," you mumbled, softening your hold on her and she untenses, eyes fluttering. You walked to your chair, taking off your coat and hers, but just that. Sitting on the chair, you sprawled out your legs and reached out for her. "Sit." She followed your word and your hand, laying herself down on your thigh. Holding her legs down to stop her from twitching, she was so warm and almost wet.

With the want to hide herself again, you stopped her, "Look at me." She did, however low her head was, she still looked at you. You clenched your thigh as you forced her legs to move down and forward, the act had her flinch and gripped your shoulders, whimpering. "Do you want this?" You asked, squeezing her legs.

Her lips bitten, she nodded hesitantly, and she moves a little to do what you just did but you stopped her. "Answer me." She's now breathing hard from her mouth, eyes still on each other, you waited for her, no matter how your core was fucking aching for so long, the beating of her own cunt going through you. "....Yes, yes, yes." Nodding impatiently this time as she uttered. You lean back and she follows you.

You smirked, loosening your tie and the cuffs of your polo, your arms now on the armchair. "Then move." Her eyes widened a little, unsure of what to do but the throbbing feeling down her had her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as she moved her legs with the try to create that same force you made.

Power released her broken gasps as she found it, continuously so and you're just there watching her grind herself down on you, her head turning to everywhere but your hand went to her face, slowing down her pace, "Keep your eyes on me." You commanded and she nodded, moving again but you didn't let go of her face and instead put a thumb in her mouth. Giving her a warning stare to send a message to not bite her but just suck, and that she did. Tongue swirling against it, her sounds now kept because of her sucking but still loud and whiny as she made her pace fast again.

Having enough of your restraining, the feeling of her cunt and her ass grinding on your thigh, each hump had you feel her pulsation, the fabrics of your clothes made no problem to feel that pleasure but you even think that it made it all the better. A wet patch coming through the place she was on and your own was dripping as well. Her lips wrapped around your thumb as she sucked on it, working her tongue on the while--it made you cut your restraints.

You pulled out your thumb, drops of drool coughing out as her opened mouth continued to moan. She still hasn't found her release, it only made you smug. "Stop." You demanded. With shuddering breaths, she slowed down but still moving, that curling heat still lingering, and you waited for her to come down on the high she was chasing.

You loosen your already opened shirt, bra strap and a little bit off your cleavage showing, enough to wake her up from her hazy state. What she was seeing, understanding, made her already fucked out eyes turned wide blown, a shattered sound as her mouth opened, her fanged teeth baring. You leaned forward while grabbing her tie, closing the distance on your faces, breaths fanning on each other. "Come get your lick, kitten." You whispered to her ear and her face was already on your neck, nuzzling higher until she took a deep breath before biting down.

A loud groan came out from you once you felt not only two but four sharp teeth dig into your skin, feeling the strains on your flesh, fingers gripping on her legs tightly. "Fuck." You swore as she began to suck, the blood flowing out as she drank had your eyes closing, pain all over but you managed to have a hold of yourself.

You move your hips, grinding down on the chair to give something to your throbbing cunt so to shut out the pain, along with guiding Power's waist with your death grip to move her down against you. She faltered from what you were doing, almost choking on your blood while she moaned. Hummed moans you let out as you have an ongoing pleasure beneath and above you and Power was writhing on you, from everything that you were giving her; the softness against her while drinking you up, that burning on her cunt as it pressed against her clothes to your flesh--it pushed her to the edge to find her release. You're following after, both of your movements faltering, she's shuddering, her teeth contracting on your flesh, reliving the pain again and it only made you move harder to let that heat stay, your hips tiring out as you did.

As you both came down from your high, when you lead Power to lean back so you can look at her, ignoring the threatening pain as she pulled out her teeth, blood dripping down on her, she's found your eyes, they were gentle. Only then she found her answer why you were different.

And it didn't stop there. Only then she saw the gentleness beneath your defeaning gaze as you became together. Only then she knew how different you were.

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⌗︙・aki and denji cumming too fast ⸜⸜・

aki

your back was pressed against the mattress as aki was pounding into you. his thrusts were slow and gentle and you could see that he was getting off of your pleasure.

"fuck baby, you feel so good." aki whines, his balls twitching at the intense pleasure. he could feel his orgasm coming but he tried his best to ignore that feeling. he's always been the type to make you cum first and you loved it.

suddenly his balls tighten, cum spilling inside your pussy.

"oh fuck." he breathed out, his body shaking. he felt guilty, being it always you who got to cum first. the overstimulation was too much for him as he tried to keep going. his head fell on your chest, muttering quiet "im sorry."

denji

you could feel the carpet burn on your knees as you were kneeling in front of denji with his cock in your mouth. both of his hands were on either side of your head as he rammed into your mouth in frantic speed. your tongue swirled over his head, dipping into his slit and your teeth lightly grazing his shaft. denji's head was thrown back and you could hear him deep breaths he took with every deepthroat.

"don't stop." he whined, his hands finding your head and trying to push you even deeper. you chuckled, the vibrations massaging his cock. you could feel his legs shake and his cum filled your mouth the neck second. you choked, the cum landing in your mouth and all over your face. you looked up to see denji breathing heavily, clearly unfazed that he came too fast.

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jkirschteinsgf · 1 year

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𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉¡𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 × 𝖿𝖾𝗆¡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

synopsis ; you're stressed out trying to plan your best friend's birthday party and end up talking back to denji. what's better that making up with sex?

warnings ; denji is 18 and the reader is 19. using of pet names such as "babe". the reader invokes god a few times. denji tries to be dominant but he's a puppy. vaginal sex. oral (both recieving). 69. nipple sucking. fingering. the phrases "you're so slow at everything" [...] "slow down" are inspired by a tiktok.

a/n ; this is my first time writing smut so don't be too hard on me. it's also my first time writing in english, which is not my first language so i apologize in advance for the mistakes. i wanted to write a hard smut with dominant denji but i just can't, he's such a puppy. that's it, i hope you'll like it.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

you loved denji. seriously, you really loved him madly. but, you know, sometimes he was capable of making things really hard for you, especially in stressful situations.

during your best friend's eighteenth birthday party, for example. you had spent weeks planning that surprise party and you wanted everything to be absolutely perfect, starting with the fact that she didn't have to find out anything.

you knew your best friend since elementary school, that's why you also knew that in eighteen years of life no one had ever been able to organize a surprise birthday party for her, she always ended up finding out everything immediately and her favorite entertainment was to torment you to make things up to you more difficult.

for her thirteenth birthday you were tasked with taking her out while her mother decorated the house and brought the guests in, but she – who had already found out everything – insisted on staying at home, just for fun while you racked your brain to find an excuse to take her out.

but this time perhaps you succeeded. your best friend apparently didn't suspect a thing about the party you and power were throwing for her and in about twenty minutes she would have arrived at hayakawa's house convinced that she was spending a quiet evening in the company of her friends and her crush (hayakawa himself).

in fact, the main problem at the time was denji.

certainly he would never do anything mischievously to get you in trouble, but sometimes his naivety could be annoying, and quite a lot.

he wasn't stupid, but at times it seemed like he didn't use his brain to reason, completely devoid of any rational filter, and for you, who needed all the support you could get at that moment, it was frustrating.

you loved your best friend and wanted everything to be perfect for her special day, but with denji continuing to act like… denji it only got more complicated.

for example he had decided to use your smartphone to play subway surfers and the battery had run out, so you had to retrieve the number of the pizzeria online and call the delivery guy on power's cell phone.

then he thought that the dj that hayakawa hired was hitting on you and almost ended up in a fight with him. fortunately, himeno convinced him to stay by incrementing his pay, but denji continued to glare at him throughout the whole evening.

and last but not least he forgot to put the beers you asked for in the fridge and now, minutes into the party, they were still disgustingly warm.

it was too much for you and, thanks to the stress, the heat and the imminent arrival of your friend, you had blurted out against him.

«i'm sorry, babe. i–» he tried to apologize, but you were really at your limit. «enough.» you sentenced. «is it possible that you are so slow at everything?»

he didn't answer, but put his head and ears down like a puppy and you felt extremely guilty.

you regretted what you said an instant after you did it, deep down you didn't really mean it. sure, denji certainly wasn't the smartest man on earth, but he wasn't a fool – maybe just a little bit every now and then – and most of all he was your boyfriend.

you loved that naive side of him that always made you laugh, even when you were angry and, even if his superficiality had bothered you that evening, many times his levity had brightened your day.

he just had… a particular way of thinking.

you were about to apologize, but, for some reason, you didn't. the delivery guy had arrived and you had to pay, beam was drinking the beers instead of putting them in the fridge and you, on the verge of a crisis, hadn't said a word to your boyfriend.

«oi, angel just texted me, they're five minutes away from here.» hayakawa told you and you had to postpone your conversation with denji until later.

«okay guys» you said. «turn off the lights and hide, be prepared to yell "surprise" as they arrive.»

in the end the party had been a success. your best friend really didn't suspect anything and was happy with the surprise. the dj had played some great music and the pizza was delicious, you all had a great time and danced and drank until late, so now only hayakawa (of course, that was his house), power and denji – who lived with him – were left.

you were going to stay over, and your friend, a bit tipsy, dozed off on hayakawa's legs and seemed happier than ever.

«okay bro, goodnight.» denji said after he finished tidying up the kitchen, hayakawa waved back in response.

«power, don't stay up late.» he added then, turning to the girl. «you're not my dad.» she replied. denji smiled and tousled her hair with a loving gesture of his hand, then he slowly walked towards his bedroom, giving you a look and a nod to invite you to go with him.

you followed him, feeling you had to apologize for what you said earlier. his expression after you told him that thing was enough to haunt you all evening.

denji let you in and then closed the door behind you, starting to undress, first unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt and then pulling it off his head as if it were a t-shirt.

you observed his toned body in the dim light of the abat-jour as he threw his shirt somewhere in the room, you remained leaning against the door. while your mind elaborated the apology speech to address to him your hormones had very different plans.

you had been drinking a bit that night and were unjustifiably excited by the sight of your boyfriend half-naked in front of you, patiently looking at you waiting for your words.

«listen, denji, i–» but he didn't let you finish the sentence, because with a gentle move he took your face in his hands and began to kiss you sensually on the lips.

you felt your legs giving out and you clung to his bare shoulders to keep from falling to your knees.

«i know you're sorry for earlier.» he said between kisses. «i accept your apology, now try to make up for what you did.»

he grabbed your hair and pulled it back to get more access to your neck, which had started kissing and sucking in some spots.

even though you've been dating for a while, every time denji approached for a kiss or a caress you felt like a cloud of butterflies was flying crazily in your stomach. and you loved it.

«sit on the armchair, let's start.» he commanded. you did as he said and went to sit down, he reached you with slow movements and knelt in front of you, gently placing his hands on your knees and spreading them with unexpected force, making you whine in surprise.

you could feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin between your thighs, quivering with anticipation of the things he would do.

he kissed the fabric that covered your pussy, pulling it lightly with his teeth. you arched your back looking for more, but he held you firmly with your ass on the chair.

when it came to sex you were a little impatient, denji, on the other hand, loved to savor every second of the experience, torturing you with his slow and thoughtful movements.

«you know i won't be gentle to you tonight, right?» he said tilting his head to one side. you nodded vigorously, you just wanted him to fuck you so hard you forget your name. weird way to apologize.

he reached under the skirt of your dress and grabbed the edge of your lace panties pulling them down your legs with sensual calm, throwing them somewhere in the room. «you won't need those anymore.» he added with a smirk.

he arranged your legs on his shoulders and started to lick your pussy as if it were a dessert, slowly driving you crazy under the touch of his tongue, holding you still with his strong arms.

with circular movements he began to stimulate your clit, faster and faster eating you out as if he were drunk on you. you moaned covering your mouth with your hand in order to not wake up the others in the living room, and you could feel denji grinning against your pussy, increasing the speed and the depth of the movements.

he used two of his fingers to penetrate you as he continued to lick you, his face buried between your legs. you had your head thrown back against the velvet-covered back of the chair, holding on to the armrests to keep you from starting to moan loudly.

«oh, fuck. denji, slow down. i-i'm about to come.» you said gasping for air. in response he laughed softly making his voice vibrate against your pussy and making you tremble with pleasure.

«i thought i was slow at everything.» he replied, using your words against you as a revenge, now he was looking straight into your eyes as he kept fingering you, deeper and deeper.

«oh, my love.» you moaned, sighing, you felt the orgasm coming and your velvety walls tightened around his fingers. you would like him inside you, you would like him to make you scream, regardless of hayakawa and power in the other room.

even though you came, he hasn't stopped fingering you, now his fingers slowly slipped in and out of you and denji watched them in ecstasy as you shiver with overstimulation.

«s-stop, i already came. i need a minute to–» but you were too worn out to finish even one sentence that night.

«you came, but i didn't.» denji replied kissing you lightly on the mouth. «strip.» he commanded you again, pointing his warm brown eyes straight into yours.

you did as he said, standing up and pulling off your dress and bra as he went to sit on the bed. now you were completely naked and a little unsteady on your legs, you were about to take off your heels, but he told you not to. «i find it hot. you all naked with your heels still on.» he explained with a little smirk, denji had some weird kinks sometimes.

however, you didn't remove them and walked towards him. denji lay down on the bed, raising his head just enough to see you. «sit on my face.» he said with an eloquent wave of his hand.

you did as he said, crawling onto the bed and letting him guide you to his mouth, to pick up where he left off.

he started licking your pussy again, but in the meantime you could hear him undoing his pants zip.

«do you want me to do it for you?» you asked as you ran your fingers gently through his hair. he nodded and let you switch positions to form a sixty-nine.

you gladly did it, freeing his cock from the fabric of his underwear and starting to masturbate it with the precum as a lubricant. denji had the perfect dick, literally. as he fucked you it felt like he was made for you and you couldn't imagine doing it with someone else.

you liked the shape, the thickness and the way he used it to please you. denji liked giving more than receiving when it came to sex, so you never had many opportunities to suck him off, since all the time it was always him who preferred to satisfy you, and not vice versa.

so you were intent on giving him the best blowjob of his life, if only denji hadn't switched his fingers to his tongue once again just so he could say «let's see who comes first.»

«that's not fair!» you protested. «i've already came, i'm more sensitive!»

«whoever comes first must suffer a penance.» he replied, ignoring your point, then put his mouth on your pussy again and started penetrate you with his able tongue.

you buried a moan by taking the tip of his dick into your mouth, licking the precum that was leaking down his length.

he was too big for you to take it all in, so you decided to focus on the top and use your hand to wrap it all around.

but, despite denji's moans, which gradually became louder, you couldn't help but coming first, trembling and quivering, without being able to keep you on your knees anymore.

denji's dick was about to explode, but you knew your boyfriend's durability and you knew you were far from done.

he left you a few moments to recover, you lay on your back on the bed while denji finished undressing completely and took off your heels, placing them near the armchair, as he caressed your legs and ankles.

your boyfriend was so thoughtful and caring towards you that you were even more sorry that you were rude to him before.

you wanted to tell him and apologize, but before you could, he smiled. «penance!» he exclaimed, happy as a child. «i will choose the position.»

his dick was still hard and you could even see swollen veins on it, looking forward the moment he would fuck you.

you were emotionally drained and you just wanted to have him inside you to feel him close, to feel that he wasn't mad at you. you couldn't bear to hurt his feelings, and you couldn't bear an abandonment in that case.

«do whatever you want, babe.» you said, running your fingers through his blonde and soft hair.

you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

he smiled back at you, resting his cheek on your hand that was stroking his face. he bent down to kiss you and positioned himself between your legs, sliding into you slowly and taking your breath away.

«oh, god.» you said clinging to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. perfect. he was just perfect.

«no, not "god", my love. it's me.» he whispered in your ear as he slipped deep inside you.

«oh, denji.» you moaned, wrapping your legs around his hips. he grabbed your thighs and started moving inside you with deep, strong thrusts.

you were squeezed between his toned body and the mattress, but you couldn't feel happier than in your boyfriend's arms.

he was hitting just the right spot and you had to desperately try not to come so fast, you didn't want it to end, you just wanted to have denji inside you for a little longer.

he was kissing your neck, sucking hard on your throat, while one of his hands was holding your body close to his, the other was grabbing your boob.

«oh, denji, please. i'm coming. oh, lord please have mercy.» you whined clinging to him, feeling your whole body burning with pleasure.

denji smiled and reached up only to grab your hips with his hands and go even deeper with the thrusts, eliciting a scream that surely hayakawa and power must have heard.

«c'mon babe, let's come together.» he said with his smooth voice. you nodded, almost crying out of pleasure, and you pulled him to you to kiss him passionately.

you came first, obviously, moaning loudly as if there were only you two in the house, he came few seconds after, filling you with his cream, gently slowing down with thrusts.

you were gasping for air, shocked by one of the best fucks of your life. denji, exhausted, lay down on your chest, wrapped in the softness of your breasts.

«holy shit.» was the first phrase you were able to pronounce, that made him laugh.

you two stayed like this for a while, with you running your fingers through his hair and him softly kissing your chest, gently sucking your nipples as you liked.

«it was amazing.» he said smiling against your skin.

«i'm sorry, denji.» you interrupted him. «i shouldn't have told you that, it was rude.» «don't worry.» he replied. «you were tired and definitely stressed out. i know that you love your best friend and you wanted to throw the best birthday party she ever had. it was my fault, i was annoying you.»

«no, don't say that!» you said, worried. «don't even think for one minute of justifying me. i know i was burned out, but you didn't do anything wrong. it was a terrible attitude of mine. you were actually perfect. you inflated the balloons, you picked up the cake, you bought plates and glasses, you even bought her gift for me! i couldn't wish for anything better.»

he lifted his head a little in order to look at you, he was so sweet and still so young, but his words made you realize how grown up he really was for his age.

«i know, [y/n], but you too have done a lot. that's why i'm not mad at you, i could never be. sometimes we don't know how to manage our emotions and this makes us frustrated, even if it's wrong, sometimes it happens to pour this frustration on the people we love. it can happen, we are human.»

«you are... much more mature than i'm used to think of you.» you confessed, a little embarrassed by that superficial thought.

you fell in love with denji because he made you laugh, he was free, reckless, and sometimes lacked the brain-to-mouth filter, but now that you two have been dating for a while, you're discovering that there's more to him than just the braggart mask.

he laughed and then dropped his head on your chest again, caressing your soft and smooth skin with his sinful and persuasive touch.

«wanna do it again?» he asked you, hoping for an affirmative answer.

«don't even try!» it's hayakawa's voice coming from behind the door, power's screeching laugh accompanied it and the two of you looked into each other's eyes and both bursted out laughing.

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