#denji/reader
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might we get some sleeping with aki and Denji (not like sexually, just sleeping in bed with or next to them)? Ty!
Yes!! I'm a SLUT for cuddles ah!!
(warnings for very slight sexuality for both, but nothing explicit/descriptive)
Aki
When it's time for bed, if Aki's under the covers first, he always pulls back the blankets for you so you can slip in and get cozy.
Aki starts off the night by cuddling you, fitting securely around your body in a soft, warm big-spoon. Before long, though, he rolls onto his side. He can't help it; for some reason, he just can't sleep comfortably when he's trying to bend and twist into a position that doesn't make his arms go numb within five minutes. But he still remains close, and hopefully, his comforting warmth just inches away will be enough to lull you to sleep.
Aki's a medium-heavy sleeper. He won't wake up if you quietly slip out of bed to use the bathroom, but if you're thrashing around all night, he's bound to wake up eventually. And if you do wake him up, god, is he ever grumpy. You definitely get the evil eye until he rolls over to go back to sleep.
Most of the time, Aki wears a comfortable, matching pajama set to bed. If it's laundry day, though, he'll slip into an old t-shirt and sweatpants. He looks absolutely unfairly hot in them (and he knows you think so. If he, for some reason, breaks out the old sweatpants even though his regular pajamas are clean and folded in his top drawer...just know he's probably going to try to get in your pants later.)
Unfortunately, Aki has nightmares semi-often (a pretty common side effect of his line of work). Waking up in a cold sweat only to see you breathing softly next to him, fast asleep, is normally enough to calm him down. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, trying to match your breathing, and feels the sticky panic gradually melt out of him. Then, he'll cuddle up next to you as he drifts back to sleep. If you wake up to Aki's arms wound around your waist, he probably had a nightmare and gravitated to your warmth for comfort.
Aki always sets his alarm ten to twenty minutes before he actually needs to get up. This way, he has time to snuggle with you before he starts his day in earnest.
The last thing Aki does before slipping out of bed is always, always giving you a kiss! He presses a sweet peck to your forehead, your nose, your lips; whatever part of you isn't stuffed flush against a pillow. If you're awake he waits to pull away until you kiss him back. If you're asleep, though, he's ultra-gentle, barely ghosting his lips over your skin softly enough that you won't wake up.
Denji
Denji fuses to you like glue. There is no rolling away to get comfortable. There is no "your-side and my-side of the bed". Once you're both in bed Denji latches on, and he cuddles you until it's time to get up. Most nights, he's so intertwined with you he doesn't even need his pillow. His favorite place to lay his head is your soft chest, and he stays snoring against you until the morning. Anywhere is good, though, and he's also happy with his head resting on your shoulder, across your stomach--anywhere.
Denji's most comfortable sleeping in the fetal position, so he prefers when you're the big spoon. He gets his best sleep all curled up, your legs tucked underneath his, and your arms tight around his waist.
While he won't outright ask for one, Denji will really appreciate if you get him a small, soft plush that's perfect for snuggling. He's spent so long sleeping with Pochita curled into him, that letting the space there go vacant just feels wrong. Fill it with a stuffie of your favorite animal and Denji gleefully accepts his new cuddle buddy; in fact, he'll never sleep without it again.
Denji is absolutely dead to the world while he's asleep. If you need to get up in the night to pee, you'll have to physically shake him awake. It's hard to wake him up in the morning, too. His arms seal you in his vice-like grip until he's ready to wake up (when he doesn't have to work, you end up trapped in his arms until noon. Maybe keep a book or your phone nearby the bed to keep you entertained until his sleepy eyes flutter open).
Sleeping naked intrigues Denji and he tries it a few times, but ends up just not feeling comfortable. He needs boxers at least, or he lays awake feeling awkward, vulnerable, and wondering what the hell he's supposed to do if the fire alarm suddenly goes off.
More than anything else, Denji loves when you put him to sleep with a good, firm back-scratch. Explore around his skin a little bit. You’ll know when you hit the spot. “Ah, shiiiiiiit,” he moans, practically melting into the sheets. “So good. Right there.” Within minutes, the heavenly scratch of your nails has him snoring.
Denji's a serial sleep-kisser. Oftentimes, you'll wake up in the middle of the night to Denji's hands softly running up and down your body. If you shove a pillow in the narrow space between you, it's enough of a barrier. But if you lean into his touch, Denji's lips quickly find yours, his tongue sleepily slipping into your mouth. Denji gets you good and hot under the collar and then...he rolls back over, instantly dead-to-the-world-asleep again. He never remembers your midnight make-out sessions in the morning.
#chainsaw man/reader#chainsaw man x reader#denji x reader#denji/reader#aki hayakawa#aki x reader#aki hayakawa x reader#chainsaw man headcanons#chainsaw man#aki hayakawa/reader#I love sleeping! and snuggling! so I loved thinking about this one!
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Afab gn reader; one small sex mention mdni , college age
He loves going to the park. And riding bikes and climbing trees and playing in snow—doing all the things he didn’t get to do in childhood due to his circumstances. You guys will go after dark to “avoid all the pesky kids gettin’ in your way,” as Denji puts it. You always end up on the swings, Denji trying to go super high to see if his foot can touch a nearby tree branch. He’ll ask you to sit on his lap while he swings since “it’d be better if we could go high together.” Then you immediately tumble backwards on top of him.
Denji has to be taught the art of doing independent activities side by side. It’s just that everytime you walk in a room he’s all over you, he wants you to talk about what you’re reading, he wants you to paint his nails at the same time as yours, he wants to help you figure out your taxes (in theory). Parallel play has to be explained to him twice and slowly before he begins to understand. “Different activities next to each other…got it… but can we still be, like, touching?”
Now he’s the king of playing video games with your feet on his lap and asking you real cutely if it should be “parallel play time” whenever you’re about to do something he deems boring.
Denji comments more quickly and enthusiastically than any of your friends on your Instagram posts. “Aaaaauuugh you don’t know what ur doin to me😮💨😮💨” “My jaw dropped so fast! 🤤🤤” “so GEORGUS!” “Took 🤲 my🧍🏼♂️breath🌬away🙊!”
Revisiting the playing in snow thing, Denji originally hates winter. Old prejudice from having poor heating as a child. But once you introduce him to hot cocoa and building snow men and the extra cuddling it warrants, winter becomes his second favorite season (after spring). Askin’ you to take him sledding, holding hands in your pockets, ice skating—you name it, he is down.
He’ll still find himself a little bitter on the first snowstorm of the year though. “God it’s cold. I think my nipples mighta just got hard.” “Fuck ooofff, Denji. But actually mine too.” “Wait really!” Then he’s grabbing at your chest to feel before you can stop him.
He’s unbelievably touch starved. He always wants to be closer, he wants to be disgustingly close, he wants to be breathing the same air and sharing a single shirt at the same time close. So Denji is laying directly on top of you any chance he gets.
He especially likes when you play with his hair, he thinks it’s cute how gentle you are. So when he doesn’t have you in his arms or when one of you isn’t suffocating the other full-body-style, Denji’s head will always find its way into your lap. He doesn’t have to ask before your fingers are combing through his messy strands, moving them out of his face and smoothing them over before they resume their permanent position over his forehead. It’s incredibly calming to him.
But don’t think Denji won’t return the favor—he wants you to find his presence as comforting as he finds yours. So he becomes an expert on soothing physical touch; he observes what you like and what calms you down and he uses the hell out of it. Rubbing your back and massaging your hands at any opening, holding your shoulders when you seem anxious, moving your hair out of your face if it seems like it’s in the way. He’s not shy about PDA so his hands are all over you whenever you need them no matter the time or place.
He’ll also reciprocate what he knows he likes back to you. He knows he likes his face on your chest so he’ll pull your face down to his. He likes his hair played with so he’ll carefully try and comb yours when you get out of the shower. He likes when you share your food so he’ll always offer you to try some of whatever he’s having. He likes when you cook for him… he’ll try to cook for you too. It’s a disaster but it’s the thought that counts.
He’ll definitely ask you to teach him to cook better. Food is a love language he wants to give, not just receive! He’ll put on your apron and ask you to walk him through it, tongue in his teeth while he stirs and pours and chops. It ends up more of a mess than it’s worth in your opinion, but he’s so proud you eat as much of it as you can with many compliments.
Speaking of compliments… this man Lives for praise. Please, please tell him you’re proud of him. It’s sweet the way he’ll take your advice on things and tell you all about it afterwards, blatantly begging for a kiss and a “good job!” Sometimes he’ll wait to tell you about his daily accomplishments till you’re cuddling at night, so it’ll be easier for you to hold him extra close and applaud his heroic efforts. Maybe you’ll even shower him in kisses like he’s not-so-secretly begging you to.
Despite being perpetually horny, Denji manages to literally Never creep you out when it comes to sex stuff.
He’s just so genuine and honest about it. It’s never a hidden motive; if his horniness is motivating him you will be the first to know. He is shameless when he’s trying to pipe and you know and trust that.
It still will catch you off guard sometimes though. You’ll be sitting on his lap each going on your phones, doing any casual activity that you’ve done together a million times before when he drops a “can we fuck rn please” and things pick up from there.
Denji loses whatever semblance of a filter he has when it’s just the two of you. You wouldn’t think that tiny handful of inhibitions he possesses would make that much of a difference when they’re gone, but they do. For example, letting you know every time his balls itch :(
Or he’ll make a real thoughtful face towards your tits for the longest time, then perk up saying “oh my god! You’re done with your period huh!”
Denji will always answer any question you ask him truthfully, too.
“Honestly… No, I don’t really vibe with your parents. I don’t know like they’re kinda weird.”
Denji will try and pick up your hobbies!! He will he will he will! Anything to spend more time with you.
For example, painting. He really ends up liking painting with you. It’s cute how he turns from goofy and playful to serious artist mode once you two get into it, he really concentrates to try and make his work look good since he‘s always so impressed with the way yours turns out. He tends to sell himself short when it comes to artistic ability, but Denji’s actually so creative and capable; you always keep and cherish his paintings.
He wants to get a tattoo ever since you mentioned how cool one of your mutual friends looked with their tattoos. But you’re the voice of reason, “Noo Denji I’m sure you would look hot but wouldn’t your regeneration make it pointless? Like what if you drink blood and your skin just ge-“ “You’re totally overthinking it. If it went away I’d just get it re-tattooed everytime. And now that I know you’d find it hot I gotta get one. Maybe somethin’ that reminds me of you…” “…”
You’re eventually able to convince him to save the money and unnecessary pain and let you draw on him from time to time instead.
He does not know the lyrics to any songs and he will not attempt to learn. That’s all fine and good. But he still sings along to whatever’s playing constantly!! God it is your biggest pet peeve. The final straw before confronting him was singing “woman of fire” instead of “warm enough for ya” to Drew Barrymore by sza :/
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*₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆💬˚ INCOMING MESSAGE !!!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (AGED UP) denji x fem! reader. content warnings: 18+ !!! reader is older than denji (not specified). m!receiving oral. surprise ejaculation! he cums on your face. word count: 1.3k
*dies* idk if i like this but ty anon for encouraging me <3 ily. but i can say with certainty... i will definitely explore this more >___>
[ denji: are you awake? ]
you should ignore it. you should go back to sleep. it’s 3 in the morning, 3:06 to be exact. you don’t have to entertain him. yet, despite the lack of obligation there’s a need brewing in the pit of your stomach, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation for what a simple text could lead to. it’s too much to ignore. your heart running a million miles an hour in excitement, you start to type out a reply but he beats you to it.
[ denji: can i come over? ]
you type out a yes with jittery fingers and start to count down the minutes before he gets there. you know it won’t be long; he’s quick when it comes to getting what he wants.
there isn’t a knock at the door to announce his presence. it all feels like it’s under wraps and that’s because it is. you don’t have anyone but neighbors to worry about but you still have him text you when he’s outside. he’s slipped away from his own housing accommodations, never in the mood to explain where he’s going and for what. you don’t exactly need anyone poking their noses where it doesn’t belong and you definitely don’t want to explain what you and denji, a man your junior, get up to in the late night.
it always starts the way it first began. he slides through your front door and you pin him to it, closing it with the force of your bodies pressing together as you kiss. the first kiss is always ravenous, like it’s been ages since you’ve felt each other's lips last but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. ever since your first hook up, you two just can’t seem to keep your hands off each other. but when you touch, it’s without labels. you weren’t looking for anything serious and he couldn’t complain, not when you so willingly offered up your body for the same sublime release he craved. you grip the center of his shirt, as if he’d disappear otherwise and he always drums his fingers on your waist before sinking his nails in. you squeak and he takes advantage of your parted lips, forcing his tongue in until you cave, leaning into the deep kiss with the same ferocity.
you could move to the bedroom but you seldom do, at least for the first round. you drag his bottom lip between your teeth as you start to lower to your knees, releasing with a pop and followed by a groan from denji. his hands freeze up, they always do as his breath stalls in his lungs, his chest tightening when he sees you start to hastily peel his bottoms. his cock springs forth, twitching in the cool breeze of your AC. he manages to clench a fist around his shaft, exhales heavy as he taps the fattened tip against your cheek. you allow this. you love the domineering flame you see in his narrowed eyes, the way he licks his lips in lewd hunger. it makes your core tremble, your heart race. it makes you feel… powerful. “so cute.” he muses, tension practically melting off his body when he’s in your care.
your lips purse around his cockhead, parting to take him in wholly with your tongue licking a stripe down the underside of his shaft. you maintain eye contact, stomach flipping when you see his nostrils flare and his lips press tight together in a futile attempt at keeping quiet. he can only be restrained for so long however, especially when you’ve taken him in all the way to the base, the tip of your nose squishing against his pelvis. he can’t look away, not when the view of you taking him all in looks that good. it’s all still new to him but he burns it to memory each time, never knowing really when will it be your last rendezvous.
you savor his taste as you draw back, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock just to see him squirm. you press kisses around his shaft, each time giving his cock a little suck to tease him. you slather his member with saliva, making sure to run your lines of spit to his balls, taking each in your mouth one at a time as you start to jerk him off. globs of your own saliva are streaking down your lips now. he juts his hips out in tandem with your strokes, hungry for more. hungry for your mouth again.
denji tangles his hand in your hair, gripping tight and pulling you off before he repositions himself, pressing his cock into your mouth once more and groaning at your warmth. your lips form a tight ring around his girth and he moans again, beyond satisfied when you start to slide up and down his cock with relish. “you feel so good. so good.” is his stumbling mantra as he watches you take him all in, feels your throat opening up to make space for him. all for him. it’s mind boggling really, why you let him do this to you but if only he could see your perspective, how his mouth hangs slightly ajar in raw pleasure and how his eyes glaze over with untempered lust, he might be able to understand.
and if you could see what he does, you might be able to wrap your head around how addicting you are to him. he can’t get enough of your warm touch, how one hand continues to roll his foreskin down the base, just the way he likes, while the other fondles his balls; it’s all so overwhelming. you draw zigzags with your tongue on his length, slurping loudly, the walls of your mouth vibrating as you moan around him. he trembles under the waves and you can feel his member pulsing, hell– you can taste the pre-cum welling up at the head, sucking down hard as you quicken your pace. as you grip him tighter, you can feel your hair tangling in his fingers at the root. you can hear him huffing, his hips stuttering into your mouth and he’s holding onto you like he’ll keel over otherwise. you hum, looking up at him to gauge his reaction to the tone resonating around his cock. he’s flushed in the face, lips quivering as he falls apart in your hands. but he wants to touch you as well, he just needs to feel the plush squish of your breast in his palms. maybe he can make it.
to your surprise, he recoils, his cock bumping your teeth on the way out as he starts to stroke himself, ridding your hand in the process. you aren’t sure where he’s going with any of this but you get an idea when he leans forward, back curving as his other hand makes a break for your tit. he only manages to get one squeeze in the awkward position before he feels his cock spasm, the pressure unwinding faster than he can prepare for it. “f-fuck!” denji grunts, eyes scrunching up tight as strings of his cum end up coating your face, landing in your hair and clumping the strands together. he makes a mess of you, it’s a wonder how he can cum so much still when he pumps himself to you on the daily.
“denji.” his name in your tongue has his eyes opening wide. when he looks at you, you’re glowering, eyebrows knitted in annoyance as you start to wipe globs of his cum off your face. “don’t you know to give a heads up?” he starts to prattle on with a series of apologies, teeth practically clattering together but there really is no excuse for what he’s done. “oh well. looks like i still have some things to teach you.”
he gulps. not in fear but in anticipation. that glint in your eyes tells him one thing and one thing only– you won’t be letting him off the hook for that one.
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Jealousy Headcanons
Characters : Makima, Aki, Denji
Makima
Makima doesn't get jealous, she is perfectly aware of your unconditional feelings towards her. That lost, puppy look in your eyes whenever she caresses your face after a hard assignment serves as a reminder for that.
But perhaps someone else has been getting a little too chummy with you lately. Inviting you, repeatedly to drinks or dinner, despite you turning them down because you had to go see your lover. Complimenting your skills, appearance, (even though all of them were polished for Makima to appraise you).
That won't do. Makima doesn't feel jealousy, however this was turning out to be an eyesore, for the both of you.
Not to worry though, all it took was a simple extra hard mission for them to ensure that things return the same as they were, and Makima could finally get rid of that scratching, boiling feeling in her heart after seeing their lifeless body on the cold concrete.
Aki Hayakawa
Aki wouldn't really be the type to get jealous too. He's well aware that you're committed to him, as he's to you. Hence, unless you make a move first, jealousy won't probe his mind that easily.
Will definitely get annoyed if you pull something like this on him tho. Aki tries to keep his composure but fails in the end, dragging you away to a secluded spot and pulling you in a heated makeout.
Or if you encounter someone pushy, Aki would get between the two of you, with a curt, "They're with me", and take you away before shooting that said person a glare.
He is might be really clingy afterwards. So expect a lot of cuddles once you're both home
Denji
He gets jealous. A lot.
Denji is really insecure about being a boyfriend. More specifically, he's a guy who sometimes ends up wondering how he's lucky enough to date someone like you .
So when he spots you chatting away and smiling with Aki or Yoshida, it worries him. So much boi mentally imagines you breaking up with him and thus, making himself more scared
He's the type to get a bit self-conscious when jealous, so he won't disturb your conversation and will mope around the whole day. It's so obvious with the wistful gaze he sometimes gazes at you with, that you have to confront him when alone
Will tell you upfront that he was jealous if you ask him that. He'll need a bit reassuring that he's the only one for you and with that, Denji will be back to normal, after getting a few kisses and a promise to not fall for anyone other than him
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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍
—cw: fem!reader, edging, overstim, spitting.
Men who have their arms locked on your thighs, making sure your pussy is easily accessible to their tongue. they don't start right away, but gaze at it. your heat melting in juices, flowing and staining the sheet underneath. they breathe over it, to tease it even more and she flutters in need. warm air grazing the skin enough to make it squirm but not enough to chase that high.
To make it more wet, more messy, they gather the saliva in their mouth before spitting on it, watching the translucent drop trail down and fusing with your juices. A wide smile appears on their face when they realize the effect it has on you, making your face heat up and your thighs squirm in his arms. but they're locked up. he's got it locked up so he could enjoy this pretty movie without any intermissions.
When they finally decide to give you the sweet satisfaction of having their tongue lap on your pussy, it comes with a price. There's no way you could win in anything when it comes to them. It's either craving their touch, or begging them to stop from the overstimulation. They are mean. They don't stick to a single pace. Instead, they start out slow, savouring all your heat on their tongue, then get fast making you a moaning mess and you scream—beg for them to keep going. you're close. but they change it back to being slow, depriving your pussy of it's climax. you cry and cry and cry. but they're doing this for you because,
when they actually give you the satisfaction—after what it feels like hours—you are gripping his hair, pushing him further in your pussy and jerking your hips forward at the same time. fuck does it feel so good. you're crying, moaning and screaming their name at the same time in multiple repetitions that has their dick jump up and slap against their abs and spluttered cum on it. shit. am i ruining her or is she ruining me?
#SHEEESH TAGGNG NEEDY MEN#gojo x reader#toji x reader#yuuji x reader#gojo smut#toji smut#yuuji smut#jjk x reader#jjk smut#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi smut#atsumu x reader#atsumu smut#kuroo smut#kuroo x reader#eren x reader#taiju x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#denji x reader#denji smut#°🪼᭡ “ after hours ”
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overworked pillow princes that just want to lay down and be pretty for you as you absolutely ruin them. they've been doing too much work lately and it's gotten to them so when you offer to do all the work that night in bed, they beg you to ruin them so bad that they wouldn't be able to think properly anymore. fuck them so hard so all thoughts of work leave their head and are instead replaced by the feeling of your dick/strap inside them. they'll be gripping the sheets for dear life, whiny moans and whimpers leaving their mouth as you hit the spots inside him that make his toes curl and back arch. steal orgasm after orgasm from him as all they can do is continue laying there, mind turned to absolute mush as his cum is sprayed all over his chest and on the sheets underneath him. incoherent words leave them but you can clearly hear them repeating "thankyouthankyouthankyou" over and over again.
nanami kento, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, oikawa toru, bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, your favorites ❤️
ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink
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eating you for dinner
The way you’ve got your legs wide open for him, pussy glistening with arousal. Your sweet taste fresh on his tongue. He’s slowly flicking his tongue against your clit, taking it between his lips.
His hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer into his mouth because he just can’t get enough. He can’t get enough of the way you taste, the way your fingers intertwine in his hair pulling his face closer into your cunt, or the way those pretty little whimpers escape your lips.
Precum drips from his tip and he can’t help but hump whatever surface he can feel. That’s how drunk he is off your pussy. The wet squelching noises coming from you are music to his hears as he tastes every single part of your dripping wet pussy.
You pull at his hair moaning his name as his tongue darts in between your folds, eating you like you’re the most delicious meal.
“Want you to spit on it.” Those words alone almost have him cumming right there, as he looks up at you and spits on your pussy. He enjoys the view of your dripping wet mess he’s made before he licks it all up.
Finally, he uses his fingers to spread you apart his tongue fucking you almost as good as his cock does until you’re a whimpering, slithering mess and he has you cumming with screams of his name.
GOJO, megumi, levi, yuji, eren, denji, aki, geto
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unfortunate situations aki, denji, yoshida | megumi, itadori, toji.
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Dream Double Team
Pairing: Aki Hayakawa x Fem!Reader x Denji
Tags: nsfw, smut, virginity loss (for Denji), threesome, guidance, nipple stimulation, fingering, clit stimulation, praise, dirty talk
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: Commission for @soraritsuka.
Movie nights with Aki were rare, movie nights with Aki and Denji even more rare. As your boyfriend Aki wanted to include you in more activities with his friends, which was sweet of him but neither of you missed the lustful way in which Denji looked over at you all the time. The pillow in his lap did little to nothing at all to hide his excitement growing whenever you stretched and let out a moan.
"You're not subtle." You looked over with a knowing grin. Aki leaned over your shoulder, one arm over the couch, the other holding yours. Denji blushed and quickly glanced away, trying to focus on the movie. Aki leaned in and whispered something in your ear, "Really? Now?"
"He's been complaining about it for weeks." Your boyfriend dropped hints about it too, about wanting to help his friend out.
You nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips before leaning over to do the same to Denji whose eyes were as wide as saucers and cheeks deep pink. Ah, his hands feel away from the pillow rather quickly, allowing you to take it from him and cup the bulge in his pants.
"Wait- Aki is- ah!" You placed your whole hand on his cock, pushing and massaging over the wet spot. "What-"
"This was his idea. You've been complaining about it right? Being a virgin?" You whispered against his parted lips as your other hand started to unzip his pants to get to his naked dick, "How many night did you jack off while listening to us fuck, you little pervert."
"It's your damn fault for being so loud!" He barked out in defense as he sat up a little so you could take his pants and boxers off. "Fuck. Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Oh my fuck-" Denji was a mess even before your hand wrapped around his leaky cock. Every stroke produced more cum from the tip, dripping and covering your hand in it. "Suck please, please I wanna know what it's like, please."
Apparently he wasn't above begging. Good. "Good boy, Denji, asking for it will get you a long way with women. We love it when you tell us how much you want us." You kissed your way down his neck while slowly lifting his shirt up, "But we also like asking for the same."
You didn't have to ask Aki, he willingly gave you so much. Denji's eyes went wide when Aki's hands lifted your shit over your chest to reveal them bare. No wonder you were wearing Aki's shirt, you wanted to hide the fact that you only had panties on. Denji's mouth practically watered at the sight of your swollen nipples.
Aki rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, relishing in your soft gasps and your hips bucking backwards when he began to tug on them a bit more. "Lean back against me baby, let him see you." He bit your ear, voice soft yet commanding.
The whine from Denji's lips when you let go of his cock was a delight to you, hopefully you'll hear more as the night goes on.
“Denji, take her panties off. Take a good look at her cunt.” He kept his hands focused on your breasts while Denji obeyed without a word, tugging your panties off and not even once taking his eyes off your pussy. "Look at how wet she is." One of Aki's hands traveled down your body, first spreading your pussy and then thrusting in with his middle and ring finger, "Look at how easily her cunt swallows my fingers."
"Oh fuck. Pussy. Real pussy. She…" Shamesly Denji started stroking himself while watching Aki finger you. You whined wanting to be the one stroking, sucking, doing something for them. "Are you gonna make her come Aki?"
"No, you will. I just got her ready for you. Isn't that right sweetheart? Are you ready for Denji's cock?" He asked as he pinched your nipple.
"Ah! Yes! Please! My cunt is ready for you." Your words almost made Denji come right there. You moaned and tossed your head back when Aki pulled his fingers out and swiped them through your folds, teasingly circling your clit before spreading your cunt open once again. "Aki. Denji. Please, don't tease. You wanna fuck me don't you? Come here already."
Denji scooted between your legs and swiped the tip of his cock against your entrance. "Can I do it in one go?" Both you and Aki nodded in agreement, him going back to teasing your clit and nipple and Denji sweating bullets as he lined up, "O-Okay, here I go." He really did do it in one go, wasting no time sinking his entire length into you, "Holy shit! H- So wet! God!"
"That's what real cunt is like Denji. Nice isn't it?" Aki whispered as he kissed your shoulder, his eyes glued on Denji's flushed face and sharp teeth.
"Y-Yeah. Real nice pussy. Taking me really well, it's really tight too."
You smiled when you made yourself flutter around him and he lunged forward, burring his head between your breasts, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve too." Pulling Denji close you rolled your hips against him, showing him what pace you liked best. Although uneven he did his best to match it, his hands on your hips, mouth searching for your free nipple to latch onto.
The sound of Denji's balls hitting naked flesh filled the living room, the movie long forgotten and maybe even over, your moans mixing with Denji's whines and Aki's encouragement. You felt yourself getting closer as Aki's skilled fingers rolled over your clit in time with Denji's desperate thrusts.
"Good girl, you're doing well for him. Being a good little cockdoll." You turned your head to kiss Aki, sloppy, greedy, absolutely unrecognizable to Denji from how you usually were. The sight and sounds were enough to send him over the edge, filling you up with cum, all the way to the brim.
"Fuck! Tighter! She's getting even tighter around me! Please, come for me? Around my cock, let me feel you. Be my slut too." He pleaded against your tits, hips smacking hard against yours.
"What you say? Wanna be our little whore? Huh sweetheart?" Aki's fingers rubbed tight circles around your sensitive clit, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You answered with an orgasm, body going limp against Aki's and pussy clenching tight onto Denji's cock. "So good baby, you did so good." You could only hum in return, trying to catch your breath.
Denji looked up at you, a question on his lips, "What is it Denji? You want more?"
"Eh, no, uhm… can I… kiss you too?" Horny and adorable, those were the two words you'd use to describe Denji right now. And pretty much always.
"Of course you can." You pulled him into a kiss for which his heart melted for. "Aki, do you want to…"
Your boyfriend shook his head and only snuggled you closer, "Tomorrow. I wanted you and Denji to have a nice time tonight." Fuck. How did you land someone so thoughtful? You had to put a wedding ring on that man and soon.
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warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader, manga spoilers (little surprise for @riaki on slide 9 🤗🤗)
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puppy boys who need their attention on you like they need air to breathe,
who rest their face on your knee after a long day, a meek whine coming up their throat, practically begging for you to at least look at them. with wide eyes as they nudge at you, hands sliding up your thighs and fingers lightly digging into your skin as they reach your hips and ever so slowly pull down whatever is blocking from fully seeing you.
who know better than to touch without permission, pupils blowing wide as they lick over their lips, fixated only by you.
"please, let me make you feel good~"
armin, gojo, denji, yuuta, zenitsu, tanjiro, yuuji, bachira, your fave<3
#ngl i totally wrote this w armin in mind#dom reader#dom!reader#sub jjk#sub demon slayer#sub gojo#sub armin#sub aot#sub csm#sub denji#sub yuuta#sub zenitsu#sub tanjiro#sub yuuji#sub jujutsu kaisen#sub character#sub anime#sub bachira#sub bllk#sub blue lock
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I'm feeling so totally normal about Denji so like denji with reader who both are hella virgins trying to have sex for the first time
virgin Denji so sweet LOVE him
Warnings: 18+ Denji, explicit sex, AFAB pronouns/anatomy, Denji's POV.
dare et accipere.
Denji knows there’s not much he can give you.
He’s supposed to be listening to you, and he really, really wants to. Your voice is coming out in a low, gentle hum. It’s buzzing around his head like a late-night summer moth tempted by a flickering streetlight, but never quite landing. But your hand, your hand has landed. It’s resting on his knee and he thinks the warmth that’s seeping into his skin through his pants might set him on fire. Blistering, intense, somehow not unpleasant. But it’s enough to scramble his brain, to cross the wires a little.
So he’s supposed to be looking at you, listening to you, but he can’t stop thinking about how his room looks. His room, of all things. There was a time when he would have been so glad to have a girl in his room, he wouldn’t have thought about anything except girl and room and ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod and no amount of dirty laundry would poke through her feminine smokescreen. But you, you’re different.
His eyes flicker around the room: underneath you both, a mattress, the sheets just washed but freckled with permanent stains. On his nightstand a candle Nayuta made at school, allegedly smelling like warm vanilla (really, it just stinks like somebody forgot cookies in the oven). There’s a curtain, bought second-hand, fixed over his bedroom window with thumbtacks. Over everything a dusting of dog hair. And it’s enough for him, really, it is.
But he can’t stop thinking that you, you deserve new clean sheets, romantic music filling the air instead of the hum of an air conditioner, a whole damn department-store-section of candles. The weight of everything he doesn’t have presses into his bones. It digs its thumbs into his chest. He starts to think, what the hell, you deserve more than him—
And then your soft hand rubs against his cheek. His thoughts evaporate. Poof.
“Denji? What are you thinking about, honey?”
“Um,” he says, very eloquently. Denji goes completely pink. His hands won’t stop moving in his lap. He rips off a sharp corner of fingernail, lets it tumble out of his fingers and onto the floor. If he keeps picking at his fingernails, he’s going to start bleeding. That thought doesn’t save his cuticles. Denji squishes a loose tag on his index finger. He pulls.
You giggle. Your soft hands close over his, prying his fingers apart. Denji’s lips quirk. You squeeze him in your grip, and sigh.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” you tell him. You squeeze his chin between your soft, soft fingers and lift his chin until your cool breath fans his burning cheeks. The smile you give him is gentle, delicate, like a flower blooming. And god, his chest tightens. His heart hums in his chest, growling chainsaw-loud. The buzzing in his ears threatens to swallow him whole. “I’m nervous too,” you admit. “But I want it to be you.”
“I want it to be you, too,” he blurts out. Thank god his brain can go on autopilot sometimes because he feels so pleasantly tangled up, he has no idea how to form words right now. But, well, who needs words, anyway. Your eyes flutter shut, and you keep his chin trapped between your fingers. You blow a sigh out of your mouth, like somehow maybe your nerves will go out with it.
He knows he’s supposed to close his eyes to kiss—he knows that’s a rule that someone somewhere made up, and everyone is supposed to follow. But he can’t help it. He wants to watch you as long as he can. You’re starting to lean in. He catches the softest hint of your shampoo. Again, on autopilot, his hand finds your cheek. Denji’s rough thumb skims over your cheekbone. You smile then, so bright, and you timidly catch your bottom lip between your teeth, and holy, holy, holy shit, Denji thinks. A shiver shakes down his spine.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs. And you deserve everything, absolutely everything, but you’re here with him. Denji. With his chainsaw heart and his bare-walled room and his hands that don’t know how to touch a woman (yet). His hand trembles a little against your warm cheek. His throat’s dry, and so is his mouth, dry like cotton. He’s nervous, yes, because it’s you, and because it’s sex. He’s nervous but dear god he’s ready, the way his pants are too tight, almost choking him and the pounding in his chest all shout ready, ready, never been so ready. So it kills him to stop but ugh, you’re such a nice pretty girl. You really do deserve at least one candle.
“Wait wait wait,” he chokes. Your eyes fly open. Your spine straightens as you pull back, so fast and half-frantic you could almost call it ‘recoiling’.
“Did I do something wrong…?” There’s nervousness sticking to your voice.
“No,” Denji assures quickly, squeezing your hand. “Just hold on a second, okay? And close yer eyes again.” Your shoulders relax. The gentle, timid smile blooms back across your face.
Denji scrambles up from the bed. There’s a fluorescent pink lighter lounging next to Nayuta’s candle and he snatches it up. Flicking it quickly, he holds the flame to the wick and smiles lopsided as the flame catches. He lets the lighter clatter out of his hand back onto the desk. Denji plops back onto the bed beside you, catching one of your hands in his.
“Ta-da,” he announces. You open your eyes and he presents the lit candle with an enthusiastic wiggle of his fingers. You make a showy gasp and cover your open mouth.
“Wow! All for me?” You tease, and bump his shoulder with yours. He grins. Tease all you like, but you can’t hide how hard you’re blushing or the way that just one candle makes your eyes light up like a whole damn Christmas tree. Denji feels a warmth start in the center of his chest and spread out, all gentle-like. It pools in his stomach, his fingers, his cheeks.
“Well, yeah,” he says. “Anything for my girl.”
‘My girl’ makes you melt into him. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh, looking up at him with those pretty-pretty eyes. He brushes a kiss right between your eyebrows, and lingers there a moment. Because yes he wants to sleep with you, and yes maybe he imagined losing his virginity as something sloppy, sweaty, pulled away from him quick and unceremoniously like a band-aid. But Nayuta is at a sleepover and you have nothing but time tonight, so why rush? Why not savor it?
(No. He’s not stalling because he’s nervous. No way.)
“This feels kinda sappy,” you laugh, rippling through the silence. Denji squishes your hand.
“Yeah,” he agrees, smiling lopsided. “It kinda does, doesn’t it? Who woulda thought I could be so romantic?”
“I like it, though,” you assure.
“Good,” he says.
“But I wanna have sex with you now. If that’s okay.”
“Oh,” he says. A beat passes. His brain is in total-meltdown mode. Not a single coherent thought to speak of. Autopilot takes control again and makes him inch closer to you on the mattress. You both ignore the squeaking. “Yeah, that would be awesome.”
You take his face in your hands, holding him still, and lean forward to gently push your lips together. It’s a quiet, sweet peck before you pull away. Once. Twice. On kiss three Denji flicks his tongue out to push against your lips and relishes in your quiet gasp. He’s kissed a handful of girls and he’s definitely read his fair share of dirty manga, enough to have good instincts. He lifts a palm to caress your babysoft face before dragging it back to tangle in your hair. His other hand finds your left breast and camps out there.
“Denji,” you sigh into his open mouth, in an airy kind of voice that goes straight to his dick. His fist tightens in your hair and he’s desperate, he’s got to taste you. He slips his tongue inside your mouth and curls it along the roof of your mouth. Denji licks a shuddering stripe across you. Your back arches, mashing your tit into his hand. He whines.
You chew on his bottom lip, timid enough that he barely feels your teeth. But it’s enough to make his hands tremble against you.
“Mmmmm,” he hums, deep and dark and low. The prick is enough to remind him he’s got hands and, oh shit, he should probably be doing something with them. He unwinds his fist from your hair, trails it slowly down your neck until you shudder into his touch. Denji’s hand cups your other breast. Experimental, he squishes them, savors how they mold to his hands.
“That’s…” you’re stammering, breathing your unsteady words into the inch of space between your mouth and his.
“Good, baby?” Denji double checks.
You nod before slamming your mouth back against his, almost splitting his lip on his needlepoint teeth. The sting makes him palm your chest again, probably harder than he should. But you make a sweet little desperate sound that he swallows whole, a keening note that he takes as encouragement. Timid, he runs his fingers along the firm shell of your bra, feeling where the material starts and ends under the thin fabric of your shirt.
“You can take it off,” you pull away from his mouth to whisper in the shell of his ear. And then, more firmly, “I want you to take it off”
Denji doesn’t need to be told twice. He snatches the loose hem of your shirt and pulls, yanking it off you so quickly it almost gets stuck on your arms. You splutter, teasingly.
“Can you take it off faster?” You giggle, helping him unsnare the fabric from your armpit.
“Can always try!” He says brightly, offering you a wide, cheesy grin. You roll your eyes. He finally gets the damn shirt loose and slides it quickly off your arm, tossing it over his shoulder.
“No thanks, I don’t need you to rip all my shirts to shreds.”
“Mmmmm,” he bumps his nose against yours, rubs against you affectionately. Denji’s calloused palms skim down your arms. His fingers tingle like electricity, like TV static. “I dunno, it seems like a good idea to me.”
You don’t answer. Instead, you grip his shoulders, steadying yourself before swinging a leg over his waist. Your knee brushes against his dick and he whines, full on whines, and he doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed. Denji sinks one hand into your soft thigh. His other spreads out over your spine, helping you balance until you’re comfortably straddling him. Your thighs, god, your soft, squishy, wonderful thighs, how did he get so lucky, squeeze against his legs, and the heat explodes across him like a wildfire. Tender, you press a light kiss to the top of his head and sigh. The inhale pushes your tits right into his face. He almost cums right then and there.
“Fuck,” he breathes. The word fans hot air across your collarbone and your skin explodes into goosebumps. Denji’s hands scramble across your back, looking for your bra clasp. You arch into his touch.
“Up,” you murmur into his ear, earning a shudder. “And to the left.”
He follows your instructions well and hones in on the snaps. Denji’s fingers tremble but it doesn’t stop him from unclasping your bra. His fingernails scrap lightly against your skin and right there, he’s got it. The bra snaps open, and you slip the straps off.
Denji’s seen your boobs twice. The first time, when you’d broken into an apartment-complex swimming pool and lost your bikini top trying to dunk his head underwater. The second time, you’d been sharing the bathroom, changing clothes. He’d made to (reluctantly) slip out as soon as you’d started unzipping your shorts but you’d given him a wink, squeezed past him, and locked the bathroom door. “I don’t mind if you stay,” you’d whispered against the shell of his ear.
He’s jerked off to both events multiple times but holy shit, this? With you breathing heavy, topless, and straddling him? Your hard nipples just inches from his face, your cheeks warm and blushing, you biting your lip as if to say I hope you like them? This takes the absolute fucking cake. He’s gonna be touching himself to this for months.
Denji’s hands shoot to your breasts. For a moment, he just holds them gently, still, his eyes wide and cheeks cherry-red.
“Um,” he chokes out. “Baby, I dunno if I’m gonna last long enough to…”
You giggle all sweet, taking his face in your hands.
“It’s okay if you don’t,” you reassure. “We have time, right? I just want to make you feel good.”
Okay, you’re a certified fucking angel. It’s not the first time he’s thought that. But it is the first time he’s thought that while you’re half-naked on top of him, letting him feel up your chest. And despite the fact that oh, the way you said that just made him so painfully rock hard he thinks he could cum right then and there if his boxers shift the right way, he plans on showing you. That you’re an angel. That he needs you. That he loves you.
With a jerky motion, Denji maneuvers his hands back to your thighs and pivots you. You fall back onto the mattress with a squeal. Denji quickly scrambles over top of you, until his knees settle next to your thighs and his hands press into the mattress, just above your shoulders. Your doe eyes blink up at him. For a second he looms over you, committing the sight of you all laid out—all for him—to memory.
He leans in until his nose brushes against yours, offers you a butterfly-light kiss.
“C’mon, baby,” he breathes. “Wouldn’t be fair if I just laid back n’ let you make me feel good…”
He attacks your neck like he’s starving. The wet suck of his lips trailing down along your jugular tugs a moan out of your mouth and fuck, you’ve gotta stop making noises like that or he really is going to cum in his pants. Denji nips your skin, gently, of course. The sharp edge of his shark-teeth is enough to make you bleed. He doesn’t want that—a hickey or two, though? That could be nice, he thinks as he sucks the dip between your collarbones. Something dark purple, something in the shape of his lips that reminds you of him.
“Lemme make you feel good, too,” he rumbles against your skin. You squirm up against him, your thigh brushing his cock. He sucks in a breath and drops his forehead to the dip between your tits. His fucking nerves are on fire. Denji lingers there for a moment, waits for the heartbeat-throbbing in his dick to calm down.
He tries to think of the unsexiest thing he can, just to hold on. Paying taxes, bringing the dogs to the vet, pulling hair out of the shower drain. It only half-works because no matter how much he tries to think about something else, the smell of your body wash, the music of your heavy breathing, and the heat radiating from your naked tits coalesces into a mind-bending smokescreen. Fuck, you’re so sexy.
Denji fills his hands with your chest and licks a lazy stripe down the center of your torso. Your back arches into him. As he gets lower you tremble, quaking and moaning and oh, Denji thinks, I could do this all freakin’ day. His tongue stills against the barrier of your shorts (still on, unfortunately). He looks up at you. Denji raises an eyebrow, questioning, but your head is thrown back and you’re moaning his name—won’t stop moaning it between heavy breaths—so he takes that as an okay to pop the button.
Your shorts slide off you easily, and you lift your legs to help him tug the fabric off. Denji’s hit with the sudden scent of ‘girl’. He can’t describe it, but it’s a little musky, a little sweet. A little wet spot seeps through the thin fabric of your underwear. The sight of you in your panties generates a shiver that reverberates from the top of his spine, down through every nerve in his crotch.
He breathes out, shaky. Denji gulps. He’s not afraid, really, or even nervous anymore. His raging hormones vaporized every single feeling except the need to be inside you. It’s just that he’s dreamed of having you like this so long, ever since the first time he saw you, and he’s half afraid that any second he’s going to wake up in a tangle of sticky sheets. Still single, still a hopeless virgin, still no ‘you’ to give himself to. He could weep at the thought.
Denji shakes the thoughts out of his head. He leans towards your core, until he can feel and smell and holy shit, almost taste you. Carefully, he hooks his index finger in the bridge of your panties. You whimper as his finger brushes the hot skin beneath, skimming over your lips. He swallows a moan at the sound.
“Can I—”
“Yes, Den, please, just touch me,” you whine, lifting your hips toward him. He bites his lip at your desperate attempt for more friction. Just for a second he reflects on how lucky he is, on how badly you want him. But he’s not going to keep you waiting.
Denji tugs your panties down. He doesn’t bother to slip them off your legs. They hang crooked off your left ankle and you open your mouth, probably to tease him. You don’t get the chance—his warm mouth is on you before you can speak. Your quip melts into a deep moan.
Denji shudders between your legs. Your thighs bracket his head, squeezing tightly. He doesn’t mind the pressure. It keeps him grounded, a little, because holyfuck his head is spinning. Nothing in the world could glue back all the little pieces your pussy’s taste has broken him into. Perfectperfectperfect. His rough hands keep your legs lifted, trapping you at an angle that lets him lick you unrestricted. Experimentally, he slides his tongue from the top to the bottom. He tries to note which places make you squirm hardest. He tries, but fuck, he can’t make anything stick in his brain. So he lets his tongue take over.
It’s sloppy at first. Not that it matters much. Everywhere he licks and sucks turns you into a trembling mess, whining and fisting the sheets. He dips his tongue inside. Denji’s eyes roll back. Holy. Shit. You’re so warm he could just fucking live down here, pushing his tongue into you all day.
A few weeks ago you’d mentioned sex and Denji, determined not to fuck it up with his inexperience, clumsy hands, had called Kishibe. (Yes, Kishibe, and yes, ew. Asking for sex tips from that man was the weirdest conversation he’d ever had.) Despite the fact Denji doesn’t remember much of what the old man said (how is he supposed to think with his tongue in your cunt), he distinctly remembers this; pay attention to your clitoris.
Denji’s tongue maps the wet skin. In the back of his mind, he’s half-concerned he won’t find it. Gentle, hungry, he licks towards the top of your pussy, higher, higher, until—fucking ow. If the way you just pulled his hair says anything, he found it.
“Relaaaaaax,” he breathes against your hot pussy. You whine from above him. “I’m gonna go slow, okay? Lemme know if it’s too much.”
Closing his eyes, Denji says a silent prayer you won’t ever tell him to stop, because this may be his new favorite place on earth. Then he timidly closes his mouth around your sensitive knot. Encouraging, you gasp his name.
Denji takes his time, sucking softly. (It’s not a doorbell, kid, Kishibe’s voice rattles through his brain. When you’re eating a lady out you need to be gentle.) He savors the little whines his tongue shakes out of you. You’re writhing around his mouth like a live wire.
Timid, Denji removes a hand from your thigh and spreads your lips. If you’re going to take his dick (supposing he even makes it that long) he needs to stretch you out. Slowly, he presses his index finger into your pussy. He sucks in a breath as your muscles clench around him. The wetness, the pressure. Denji imagines the heat and the softness closing around his cock. He groans from somewhere deep, deep in his lungs. His nerves are spitting electricity.
“This okay?” He asks, mouth still flush to your cunt. You take a second to breathe and adjust around his finger before blowing out a breath.
“Yeah, it’s good. It feels tight but…it’s not bad.”
“M gonna put another finger in, ‘kay?”
You nod. His middle finger prods your entrance, stilling against the hot flesh for a second. Denji works it in, and yeah, he thought it was tight before, but now? The pressure against his fingers is almost unreal. A shiver tumbles down his spine. His skin explodes in goosebumps.
The last tidbit of information Kishibe gave him burns through his brain—make her cum before you get in, alright? Once you’re really fucking you’re not going to last long enough to make her feel anything. Denji needs to be in you soon or he’s going to be sitting there, sheepish , cum staining the front of his pants.
So he picks up his pace. He works his fingers in and out, gentle, but still fast enough that it makes you whine and clench around him. He moves around you clockwise and counter-clockwise, then his tongue starts spelling out the alphabet. And then once he’s through that and you’re yelling his name at the ceiling, but you’re not quite there, he starts his grocery list. He’s halfway through ‘seaweed nori’ before you unleash this noise, this deep, dark call that’s almost scary (but definitely sexy) and squeeze your thighs around his head so tight it makes his neck hurt.
“Denjidenjidenden, holyshit, that’s so good, Denji,” you scramble strings of curse words and his name. It’s an angel’s choir to his ears. Your body shakes like you’re about to fly apart. He can’t see much of you from where he’s trapped against your pussy but he doesn’t care, this is the best view he could ask for anyway. You’re perfect no matter what angle he’s viewing you from. He lets you ride the orgasm out, lets your breath start to steady and your thighs gradually un-vice from his head.
“Babyyyyy,” you whine. Your voice is so cute and sweet. It drags him from between your legs. He just has to look at those big, worshiping doe eyes you’re giving him. He presses a kiss to your lips and tingles at the way you lap up your own wetness off his mouth. For a virgin, you’re not shy.
“I…I wanna go down on you, now,” You whisper to him. Denji’s jaw tightens, and his eyes roll back in his head. His hips jerk, completely involuntarily, dragging his throbbing cock against your leg. Electricity surges through his limbs. It’s almost over, right then and there. You move to undo his pants and he lets you, but he grinds a warning through his still-clenched teeth.
“Baby, if you do that, I’m not gonna be able to uh, last long enough to…” You giggle and shimmy both his pants and boxers off in one smooth pull. The air hits his sensitive dick and he whines your name. Half-a-prayer, half-a-plea. Your name sounds so good in his mouth, he thinks through the haze.
“Okay,” you say lightly. “Next time?”
“Next time,” he says. Or at least he wants to say that, but then your hand closes around his cock and he can’t speak. He groans instead, shoving his head into the crook of your neck.
You breathe, deep, but your words quiver.
“I think I’m ready, Denji.”
And in his fantasies that’s the moment he sinks into you—the moment he fills you up, the moment that you become his and he becomes yours.
But he knows that tremble in your voice. It’s the one that haunted you when you asked him out for smoothies, (as a date, you’d squeaked after a second of silence). The one that colored your tone when you called him once, panicked, whispering that a guy might be following you home. You’re scared.
So he slows down, and he presses all his love into a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“Hey,” he says, taking your face in his hands. “It’s me, okay? Your Denji. Everything’s gonna be okay. If it’s too much we can stop right then ‘n there. Okay, peachy?”
And you giggle, because he only calls you ‘peachy’ when he’s trying to make you laugh. And suddenly, he makes everything okay again.
“Okay, love,” you nod your head. You reach down between his legs. When your hand finds his dick you give him a loose stroke before lining him up at your wet, soft entrance. The head of his dick brushes against your heat. Denji bites his lip so hard he almost draws blood. He makes a fist in your hair, careful not to pull, and you drop a feather-light kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I’m ready,” you say. This time your voice is steady. He knows you mean it. You’re ready.
Slowly, so slowly, Denji eases his hips forward. You suck in a breath as he just barely pushes in. He knows he needs to be gentle but holy shit. The head of his cock works into your core. It’s so warm and so, so tight. Denji’s head falls forward, his messy hair dragging over your face. The sensation is overwhelming, unbearable almost. Every single one of his nerves is in overdrive. It feels like they’re all poking into each other with a million needles but somehow it’s hot and it’s electric and it’s absolute bliss.
You’re vice-tight around him and Denji doesn’t even think he’s going to fit. Carefully, he inches it in, panting. Your pussy’s squeezing him tighter than he’s ever squeezed himself jerking off. Is this what it’s going to feel like every time? The thought sends a pins-and-needles shock through his entire groin and he moans, half a grunt, half your name.
“I—fuck—I don’ wanna hurt you,” he breathes, his fists white-knuckling the sheets. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” you keen back, almost breathless, boneless. “It’s okay, Den. I can take you.”
He gulps at that, and pushes his cock in. It takes every fucking ounce of restraint in his body not to start humping you like an animal because god. above. This is the best he’s felt, ever, in his life. And it’s better than he could ever have imagined, it’s better than any dirty magazine could make it look and sound. If this is sex then he’s never putting his life in danger again. He’s got to keep living on no matter what just so that he can come home at the end of the day and fuck you.
You’re mind-numbingly tight. Denji grits his teeth around your name and eases his hips back. It’s hard for girls, sometimes, he remembers, and there’s no way he’s going to let himself fuck you, hard, unrestrained, squash his virginity into nothingness. Not if it hurts you.
“This is good,” you breathe airily, and press your fingernails into his back.
“Mmmmmmm,” Denji moans, pushing back into you. Words are impossible. He rocks his hips back-and-forth, back-and-forth. The way it’s tugging pretty little noises out of you is divine and shit, he can’t help thrusting into you a little faster, a little more greedy. You feed his passion by screaming his name. Your pussy squeezes around him. Denji gulps. The tightness is bunching up in his abdomen, deep and low inside him. It’s coming—what, it's been like a minute, tops?—but he can’t stop it, the pleasure’s fucking smashing through him. It’s tidal-waving through his limbs, rippling everywhere but collecting in his groin. Denji moans your name, tries to warn you, “baby, baby I’m gonna—” and then he’s jerking out of you, sudden and almost severe. His fist closes around his dick, pumping, and he’s cumming. Hard and fast and thick and all over your pretty tummy.
He can’t even be embarrassed because what the fuck this feels sosososo good, it’s fucking unimaginable and he is never, ever, ever going to jerk off again. It’s sex, with you, only sex all sex forever and ever sex. Denji whimpers your name, clinging on to you like you’re the only thing that might stop him from exploding right out of his body. Everything’s all tingly and his nerves are static and his vision’s white and, just, fuuuuuuuck. There’s no words to describe this. But he hopes the way he’s whining into your neck and his whole body’s writing tells you plain and clear how good you make him feel.
After the lightbulb-flash of that orgasm, he’s completely jellybones. Denji collapses, thankfully, far enough to your left that he only flops on your arm and doesn’t crush all of you. You giggle, giddy with sex and love. You snag his boxers from the corner of the bed and wipe the cum off your tummy with them, and shit, he really should’ve gotten you a towel but he literally cannot fucking move. You snuggle up underneath his arm and he accepts you, pulling you into his chest. Despite the dusting of sweat, despite the smell of sex, despite your wetness slicking both your thighs, he can’t get close enough to you. He squeezes you, plants a kiss to the top of your head. You both settle in, tangled in his bedsheet, and let your breathing even out.
“Thank you,” you hum after a while, nuzzling him. You’re so sincere it makes his heart melt in his chest a little. Because, what could you ever thank him for? You, sweet you, beautiful you, angelic you? He should bow at your feet just for letting him breathe the same air as you, let alone touch you. He’s about to say that, but you sigh and he knows you’re not done speaking yet so he waits. You walk your fingers along his naked collarbone, just basking in the warmth. “For making that so good for me.” He squeezes you tighter to him, nuzzles into your neck affectionately. “And for, um. For giving me your first time. I know it’s not a big deal for a lot of people, but it felt really special. This, I mean,” and you sigh, and he presses a kiss to the warm, inviting skin of your neck. “...us.” You finish. Denji couldn’t agree more. He’s glad you’re good with words, because him…not so much. But it feels good to hear the way you feel, spoken plainly, put out on display. He feels the same.
“Aw, baby,” he murmurs, and pulls you into him. He wriggles up, maneuvering until his nose presses into the skin of your temple, and his words breeze gently over your ear. “I’m glad I got to do it with you,” he says, and seals his words with a kiss. “Forget my first time, y’know? I’ll give you every single thing I have.”Denji knows he can’t give you much—not everything you deserve, at least. But giving you all of himself seems like a good place to start.
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even more bf Denji hcs
Part 3; F!reader, suggestive moment MDNI, college age, very miscellaneous
m.list , part 1, part 2
One time you were complaining about your lower back aching all day and Denji was sick of it. “I could just crack your back right now and ya wouldn’t have to be hurting.” “Denji you’re not a chiropractor, it’s fine.” “A what? Here, just turn around.” You hesitantly faced the other way and Denji swiftly karate chopped your spine so hard it knocked the wind out of you. Then somehow your back did feel kinda better.
Animals absolutely love this man. Kids too. It kinda hurts your feelings that they seem to forget you’re there the second Denji walks in a room, but there’s just something about his energy that has them gravitating. Even your own kin!! Your own little cousins and family members. Like you’ll show up to a dinner without him and when they see you’re alone it’s all frowns and “Where’s Denji? Why didn’t he come?”
Sometimes Denji’s openness with strangers leads to the wrong idea, and, occasionally, Denji will get hit on despite having a girlfriend. If no one else is there to notice, he honestly just gives a polite yet firm “I have a girlfriend.” in response. But on one occasion it happened while you were standing next to him, and, not wanting you to feel jealous, Denji crossed his arms and scowled. “Can’t ya see my lover standing right here?? Get lost, champ! I’d never be interested in you or anyone but her! >:-(“
The person promptly apologized and left. “Denji.. I’m glad you’re loyal but you didn’t have to do all that.”
Denji has to mumble sorry in between kisses when he accidentally bites you. “No it’s okay, I like a little biting!” “Oh yeah?” He smirks then deliberately chomps hard on your lower lip. ”Ow! Not like that.” “sorry.”
He is a talented sleeper! Before he met you, you could have named any location and Denji would have claimed to be able to nap there. Now that you’re in the picture though, Denji’s gotten a little more high maintenance. He still thinks he could fall asleep anywhere—but now it’s only if you’re there too. Denji feels your absence, he can’t relax the same way he used to be able to without you. So he has to be really tired and in a comfy bed to fall asleep somewhere you’re not.
Speaking of sleep, napping together is one of Denji’s love languages. You have to be cuddling though, or at the very least holding hands, or else it isn’t the same. Denji’s favorite napping position is one where his head’s on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. He’s always happy spooning too.
“Y’smell kinda nice.” Oh yeah? Only kinda? “No no very nice. Like, you smell like uhh.. that freezuh stuff you use.” My freesia perfume?? Thanks.
He’s a sassy texter for certain :(
You text him you won’t be home for another 30 minutes and he thumbs down the message and sends back “ugh! 😒”
“If there was a zombie apocalypse I’d so die cause of you.” “Huh!” “I just know we’d be fucking scavenging in some old supermarket and I’d be getting us food and weapons and you’d be riskin’ it all to try and stock up on your see-rah vay face wash or somethin’” “You mean my Cera Ve cleanser??”
He’d rent one of those electric scooters to ride around town and then immediately crash it. You have to make him wear a helmet next time.
He narrates random things he’s doing. He did it all the time growing up with Pochita, and old habits die hard. You find it endearing! Sometimes it’s just mumbling “okay now I’m gonna get dish soap and put some on the plate… and now we gotta scrub it clean..”
He’s careful as hell when trying out new kinks with you. He doesn’t want to hurt you and he cares so much that you’re comfortable!! Like if you’re asking for some bdsm he’s down to try! He is kinky too! But like… constant check-ins at first. And a safe word for sure.
He will EAT UP some deez nuts jokes 😞. The day you were craving a Wendy’s frosty around him was the day you lost peace.
A mall trip with Denji… oh my god he’d have a ball. Getting Cinnabon and trying on a million pairs of shoes—there’s so much to do! Then you start tugging his hand towards the Victoria’s Secret and his cheeks almost burn off. He pretends like he’s been in there before and it’s no big deal but his brain is on red alert Where am I supposed to look???
Like he’s touched underwear before! While doing laundry and while looking for things in your dresser and most importantly while you were wearing it, but he can’t help but feel like a perv doing it in public. So when you ask him to “feel how soft this bra is,” he has to triple check no one is paying attention to him first.
This man is a board game CHEATER. And he’s never ever as sneaky about it as he thinks he is. He’ll ask you to leave the room to get something for him at the most convenient times and you’ll come back to missing chess pieces or your hand of cards laying in a different position. If Power is there she’s an automatic co-conspirator; you may as well give up and admit defeat the easy way.
He’s convinced you have magic kisses—and maybe it’s a placebo situation but your lips do seem to carry healing properties for him. His headaches will go away. His sinuses will clear. He’ll get a boost of energy. You can always motivate him with them. If he was stuck in the desert for thirty days he’d take a kiss from you before taking water.
kinda short but im thinkin im going to try and post csm stuff at least every csm tuesday! also sorry i've been slow on requests--I appreciate them and am working on them just slow bc im busy! I updated info ab those in masterlist <3
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (AGED UP) denji x fem! reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ read but no sex actually takes place. you and denji drink. references to breasts, genitalia, but again, no actual, full-fledged smut. WORD COUNT: 1.6k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or i will smite thee.
*₊˚💬୧ i swear this started out with smut on the brain but you know how these things can get a mind of their own :3c part 2 maybe?
You were never one for pets. Could barely remember to feed yourself on bad days and your job isn’t exactly cushy but this new one you picked up is low-maintenance enough to make it work. He’s not bad to look at either, you think to yourself as you watch him saunter to the fridge to fetch you that bottle of soju you’ve been holding onto. He takes direction well enough, eager to please most times. Poke him too much and he cops an attitude but it’s cute, in his own little Denji way.
You two sort of just fell into this routine. He comes around to your apartment after sending you five text messages too many and because you have such a heart for strays, you let him in each time. You don’t know how to punctuate your relationship or if you even want to. He’s immature and runs his mouth at max volume at all times but you’re able to shut him up pretty fast and it just so happens that he has a gift. A knack for making you feel good.
“So what we’re going to do is,” You fill up two small glasses with far too much liquid courage and without skipping a beat you continue, “play a racing game but you have to finish your drink before the third lap ends. But!” You punctuate the caveat with a finger pointed at him, “You can’t drink and drive and you can only start drinking when the race starts. Got it?”
“Okay,” Denji agrees but he has his own condition, “Loser has to strip.” He hasn’t even started drinking but his smile is a little twisted, showing ever so slightly his pointed teeth. He holds his glass up, waiting for you to seal the deal with a toast and you oblige with a similar smirk painted on your features. So sweet, you muse, he thinks he can beat me.
He never had a chance. You didn’t have any dirty tricks up your sleeve; you didn’t need to. You know your liquor and the game more than Denji and it showed. He’d be flustered with every sip, feeling especially rushed when he’d see your cart whiz by him and it certainly didn’t help that you would laugh each time and you know how he feels about your laugh. He’s told you as much, unprompted one night as he rested his head on your lap. He can’t remember what he said to make you giggle so much but it came almost natural for him to tell you, “Your laugh’s nice.” Since then, he’s paid special attention to what comes after you laugh. The way your nose crinkles, how you smile with your eyes until your laughter finally dies out. So can you blame him for stalling an extra second or so just so he can secure a glimpse at how pretty you look when you laugh?
Only now you look a teensy bit malicious, snickering at him once victory’s been secured. It’s no big deal, he thinks. What’s one loss? It’s nothing you’ve never seen before anyways so off his shirt goes, tossed over the couch. He has to admit though, it’s still intimidating to be the object of your attention when you look as good as you do. He’d also prefer it if you were the one being exposed. Then he could see what bra you were wearing. Would it be one he’s seen before? Would it be something new? He’s getting carried away, imagining the fat of your breasts perfectly framed by the cups. He’s red and hot in the face and he hasn’t even gotten to picturing your nipples yet. He doesn’t get to though, not when you’re waving the controller in his face demanding a rematch.
“Bet’cha I can get you down to your underwear without losing.” You tease him with your tongue poking out but he’d rather be kissing you than playing another round. You’re insistent though and no amount of his persistence can beat you when you’ve made up your mind. So a second match is played. He fares a little better, having mastered the art of drifting half way through the second lap. It’s not enough though and you’re already down two drinks, two wins, and he’s just plain down to his underwear. You’re ruthless, telling him that socks don’t count and they go along with his pants.
He doesn’t think you’re playing fair at this point but he can’t decide if you’re doing it on purpose or just too tipsy. “What’s even the point of this if I don’t get to see you naked?” He’s huffing like a brat, red in the face from drinking and being the sole loser between the two of you. He doesn’t even want to play another match at this point. Lucky for him, neither do you.
“Ahhh, Denji!” You steal his portion of the drink faster than he can react. The soju goes smooth down your throat, leaving that heat you love so much to bloom in the pit of your stomach. You lean in close, close enough that Denji can see the shine of alcohol on your lips and a little on your chin. You bump noses as you start to slowly crawl onto him, your bottom settling on his lap as you dock both your legs on the sides of his. You can see his eyes dance, the nerves getting to them already as you roll your hips and thus, your clit grinds against the pitched tent in his boxers. You whine and he swallows up your meek noise like it’s the only thing he’s had to eat this week. Your spit tastes like alcohol with a hint of lychee but he drinks you up like water. You break the kiss, a bridge of saliva between your lips coming undone just as quick as it came and you slur, “‘Yer always thinkin’ about you, you, you! What about what I want, huh?” You grip his cheeks between your middle finger and thumb, squishing them together a little rougher than intended as you gripe, “I wanted to see you naked. I won so I get the prize.”
The logic is sound but you are not. It feels off, kissing you like this when you can hardly keep your back straight. The last gulp of soju must have really pushed you over the edge. He’s seen you drunk, but not like this. Not with your hair out of place, cascading in a frame around your face with your lips parted and pouted when he hesitates on kissing you back. You’re almost irresistible, the way you drag your clothed cunt against his erection with a rhythm he can only imagine fucking you to… But not like this.
“H-Hey.” He struggles to find his voice, not just because he’s a little tipsy himself but because he’s going to possibly make you unhappy, “Can we…” He clears his throat, “Can we stop?” Denji’s body shudders, his cock twitching in disapproval as his hands clamp down on your waist in a feeble attempt at stopping your addictive gyrations. Every time you grind down on him, he loses a bit of his resolve but not enough to fold.
You balk, head rolling forward and you poke at his chest, annoyingly so. “Whaat? You want to stop? You’re not Denji!” He mimics your expression, loudly arguing back, “I am! I just don’t want this!” His outburst freezes you in place, stunting your breathing as you weakly ball up his shirt in your hands. He doesn’t want to? Really? Shame unleashes a wave of unsettling heat throughout your whole body, your skin getting clammy as you look anywhere but his eyes. “Is it ‘coz I’m drunk?”
It’s hard to see you like this. You look so downcast, head pointed down with your hair shielding the majority of your embarrassment from him but he doesn’t need to see it to know you feel bad. Seconds of silence pass between the two of you but it agonizingly feels a lot longer. Denji hates this. “Yeah.” He finally grumbles, “It’s not gonna be any fun if you’re gonna end up pukin’ all over me.” That’s not the real reason and somehow, in your drunken stupor, you know this. He doesn’t want the first time he’s ever had sex, more importantly his first time with you, to be clouded with an alcohol-induced haze. He wants to remember everything, for you to remember everything. For you to decide that you want to have sex with him- no stipulations, no excuses.
“‘Kay.” You finally say, in a bit of a departure from your downtrodden tone of voice from before. You shuffle off him, pull the bra string that was hanging loosely by your shoulders and finagle with your hair awkwardly. “Sorry.” You try to keep your apology above a whisper, loud enough so he can hear but the shame muffles your volume a tad bit. Now you just want to sleep this moment off, forget about this weird tension in the room and try again another day.
Denji’s head pops through the collar of his shirt and with his hands finally freed, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you once to get you to look at him. “I still want to do it though!” He looks so serious when he says it, it makes you laugh. First it’s a series of snickers but then it quickly evolves into full on laughter. Tear prickle the corners of your eyes until there’s nothing left but surprised delight glossing your vision. “Okay, okay. Deal.”
You yawn and then he follows suit. The room is no longer heavy with awkward discomfort, Denji’s made sure of that. “I think I just wanna sleep now.” You mumble. “You wanna join? No funny business.” He nods overzealously. “Good boy.” You coo, petting his hair gently. He won’t have you tonight but he can hold you and that’s more than enough.
#denji x you#denji x reader#denji#csm#chainsaw man#csm x reader#csm x you#denji hayakawa#x reader#x f reader#x fem!reader#denji/reader#denji/you#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for denji. ꒱
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"Soo, how much do you love me? "
Characters : Asa Mitaka, Denji, Yoshida, Yoru
Warning : spoilers for Chainsaw Man 2
Asa Mitaka
Asa frowns at your seemingly innocent question. Was it a test? Were you questioning your relationship? Did she not show how much she loves you properly? Are you-
"Asa?? "
".. Why are you asking this so suddenly..? "
"Hmm no reason, kinda like those romance scenes in movies yknow? "
Asa cringed. Did you really expect her to say something cheesy like, "I love you more than anything~" or something equally cliché? Nope, there's no way she would. Nuh-uh. Never.
So she decided to counter back
"Why don't you tell me first? How much do you love me? ", she tried to make it sound aloof but the curiosity behind her eyes was evident.
"Hmm.. I love you enough to never get tired of your kisses, and more than enough to be with you forever!! "
Asa's cheeks flushed red as she glared at you.
"Ugh..you're so embarrassing, how can you say such stuff in public?"
"Hehe.. So can I get a kiss? "
"What? Noijustsaidwe'reinpublic!"
She'll still link arms with you, acting as discreet as possible, while avoiding the knowing looks you give her.
Denji
"Huh?", Denji's heart fluttered. "Wait d'ya want an exact number or something? "
"Noo Denji, just an example or something I guess"
Denji scrunches up his eyebrows in deep thought as he mulls it for a while, before finally responding, looking down at your hand as he softly traces your fingers with his.
" I'm not like, completely sure y'know. I love ya s'much, just being with you is.. Idk calming. But I promise I'll be with you, no matter what happens. "
You both smile softly at each other before Denji leans in, pecking you on the lips before giggling.
"Well at least I love ya enough to study that fucking boring chemistry with ya tomorrow. I'll get a good grade for you on Monday's test, jus' wait and see! "
".. Denji we have a History test on Monday.. "
"Oh"
Yoshida
"Hm? "
Yoshida simply stares at you, his smile unmoving, but you could swear you saw his lips twitch in amusement as he leans closer to you.
"I'm not sure, how much do you think I love you though?"
The glint behind his eyes was as clear as day. You huffed.
"It was a mistake to assume you would even answer straight, forget it, I-"
Yoshida suddenly chuckled before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.
"It's a secret."
You narrowed your eyes. "So you won't tell me. "
"If I did, it wouldn't be a secret, who knows, I might be too embarrassed to expose my inner thoughts like this"
"....Now I'm not sure I would wanna hear the thoughts of someone with the creepiest smile I've ever seen"
Yoshida chuckled again, looking at you fondly. Maybe he was really a bit embarrassed to say it outright, but it's fine as long as he still gets to spend time with you.
Yoru
"I love you enough not to turn you into a weapon, especially after a question like that idiot. "
You : 👁👄👁 👍
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I can’t get over the idea of a big, beefy, pure hunk of mussel man getting absolutely destroyed by his little wife/girlfriend! There known to be an absolute monster in the streets. Crushing anyone they get there large, scared hands on in a fight. But in the comfort of your shared bed he’s nothing but a puddle of what he used to be underneath you. Panting whiny pleas, and apologizing over and over as you fuck yourself on his monster dick. Just a moment earlier he was staring down at you with a lopsided grin. “ Aww you think you can top me baby? When you get tired just let daddy know.. I’ll be sure to take care of ya.” Oh if only you had a camera to show everyone his pathetic state. He whined staring up at you with half lidded, teary eyes. Sweat shone on his forehead and chest as he panted, his grip tightened by the second on your waist. He sobbed before releasing a guttural moan. He threw his head back up into the pillows, before spilling his hot load in your dripping sex. You stilled on top of him momentarily relishing in the feeling of fullness. He barely opened his eyes staring up at you silently begging for mercy. You cooed at his shuddering while rolling your hips into his cock. You smiled feeling sickly sweet as you stared him down. You leaned forward slightly beginning to tweak his hardened nipples. “ when you get tired just let mommy know…I’ll be sure to take care of ya.” You quickly straddled him, his shine covered cock slipping inside your stretched cunt again easily. His eyes shot opened as he released a string of curses.
Izuku Midoriya, Touya Todoroki, Gojo Satoru, Hakari Kinji, Tengen Uzui, Inosuke Hashibira, Eren Yeager, Jean Kristien, Denji Hayakawa~
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