#denjichainsawman

[kotsetep]

I cannot believe that is not a made up song

(after all Fujimoto literally put them in his own karaoke place)

Here’s an edit from Ninjarastic so you too can experience how fun this scene is

[sugar-grigri]

🩸 separate to dance better 🩸

[amayadrawz]

This is my copium thank you very much

[ddaisyvision]

𝐆𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄! | 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈

𝐚/𝐧: im back bitches and it feels great! writing this was real fun. i was smokin a lil weed, listening to music and then gimme more by britney spears came on and thus this was born. it was supposed to be a mini fic but.. i got a lil carried away lmao. enjoy my babies! 💋

𝐜𝐰: pervy!denji, sleazy!denji, stripper!reader (your stripper name is diamond btw), fem!bodied, heavy petting, sloppy kissing, alcohol use, raw penetrative sex, breeding(?)| 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

Even in his twenties, Denji was still a perverted loser. He may have been a great devil hunter; but his lust for women kept him anchored on distraction. Tits. Pussy. Asses. The fat of their thighs spreading when they sit. The way they smell; so sweet like flowers or a piece of decadent dessert. The allure of femininity alone scratched an itch within him. 

So is it any surprise that Denji’d be spending his nights at the local strip club? Every Friday; his only day off a week, he’d be sat with his ones in tow sitting in the front row of the stage every bit of gitty. He was like a teenage boy, already undressing the half dressed dancers that walked around the dimly lit club with his hungry eyes. 

“Alright gentlemen! This girl’s a newcomer to our club tonight, so open your wallets and please give a warm welcome to the gorgeous Diamond!”

Denji’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw you, walking achingly slow towards the middle of the big pink stage. You were dressed in all baby blue; soft white accents of your outfit making you look every bit of angelic. Your breasts were adorned in a sparkly bikini-like top, the twinkle of every rhinestone calling attention to the audience like a flare in the sky. His eyes were then fixated onto your navel where a heart shaped charm hung ever so dainty. His gaze traveled down to your soft legs as they wrapped around the pole, a vision of those same legs wrapped around his waist as he took you quickly coming to mind. 

Denji’s now fighting the agitating urge to palm himself through his jeans, his cock now painfully hard as he watched you grind and shake your plump ass on the pole. Your body seemed to float when you danced, a mix of seduction and grace that was quite impressive for an amateur. Your routine landed you on the floor of the stage, crawling towards the man that looked to be her biggest fan already.

Denji swallowed his nerves and braced himself as you got closer, eyes immediately falling to your cleavage. As you sensually touch your body in front of him, grinding and arching your back for his viewing pleasure, Denji’s hands start to stuff money right in between your breasts. You can’t help but giggle at his eagerness to show his appreciation for you, so you turn around and wiggle your ass in his face, Denji’s cheeks now bloodshot red. His lust was so obvious, hands touching every bit of skin he could before your routine was over.

You liked him. You didn’t know why but you did. He tipped you so nicely and his hands felt so good on your skin it almost lit you ablaze. You both seem to get lost in the moment as you let him explore your curves, softly gasping when his slender fingers ghost past your pussy. It was a cheeky move that caught you by surprise, touching this salacious normally granted in a gentle ass-whooping by security. Luckily no one saw.

Long after your dance, you and Denji continued the party in one of the luxe VIP rooms in the back. One glass of champagne led to another and suddenly you were both all over each other. Denji may have had to dip into his savings a bit to afford you but god were you worth every cent. You were sat in his lap tasting him, your tongues swirling together to take each other in. His teeth gently tug at your bottom lip as he reluctantly pulls back, his hands speaking more than he might have been. He starts to knead at your breasts, tugging the fabric of your top aside to reveal your soft mounds. Denji moans as if he’d just slipped inside you at the sight of your puffy nipples, taking his time licking and sucking and tugging at each one with sloppy noises following every motion. Heat started to rise from between your legs, essence oozing from your pussy as your mouth hangs agape. You really want to keep quiet. Sex wasn’t allowed in the VIP rooms but so long as the customers paid, no one seemed to mind. 

“We can’t, baby, not in here.” You purr directly into his ear. Each hair at the back of Denji’s neck stands, your sweet voice causing his already aching cock to twitch and leak furiously. The thought of not getting what he paid for struck a chord in Denji. 

“C’mon. Might as well gimme somethin’.” Denji pulls this line out of his back pocket, trying not to sound desperate but the teasing is killing him at this point. All he can think of is burying his cock deep inside your gorgeous pussy and fucking you until you both see stars. You take one look into his puppy dog eyes and swoon, taking a hand to dotingly stroke his angry cock through his pants. You erupt into a fit of giggles as you watch him flinch and buck his hips up to meet your hands for more friction. 

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re cute...” 

Any more foreplay would have the both of you erupting with just one touch, lips crashing into each other for one sloppy mess of a drunken kiss. Both your hands get tangled together as you try to take off Denji’s jeans, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor with a clank. The sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating as if you couldn’t get to each other fast enough. Finally Denji’s cock sprung free from the confines of his clothes. It was surprisingly big. Not too lengthy with the right amount of girth. His poor cock had been leaking so much the front of Denji’s boxers were soaking wet. Had he already cum?

Your sultry eyes drink him in, sliding your panties out of the way as your feet plant down on either side of his legs on the long lounge chair. Your sopping cunt is now hovering over his lonely tip, your pretty hand wrapped around his length to keep him still. As you slowly sink down you can feel the slickness of your pussy coating him, the two of you moaning in sync at the sensation. The delicious pressure caused you to bite your lip to keep the noise at a minimum, sitting all the way down as Denji’s face lay snugly between your cleavage. He’s already losing his mind, his fingers digging indents into the skin of your hips to lift you up and down on his cock, you following his rhythm by bouncing up and down. Fuck he filled you so nicely, causing your legs to shake with every bounce of your hips. Hell, you could barely keep yourself up, Denji’s learned a thing or two from all those pornos he spends his spare time reading, licking the tip of his thumb to flick at your swollen bud. You can feel yourself clench around him as he touches you there, your moans becoming more and more difficult to keep them down. 

“Haah, fuck, haaaah.” Denji moans, almost louder than you. 

His voice was shaky, breath uneven. You can hear bits and pieces of how good your pussy feels, how badly he wants to cum inside you; but it’s hard to make out. You can tell he’s close; you were too. You stop your hips and let his lust drive his movement, his hips thrusting upwards without you having to direct him. Your hands find themselves in Denji’s hair, holding him closely as you come undone for him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your entire body sits limp in Denji’s grasp. It doesn’t take much longer for Denji to follow suit, his cock finally finding the release it had been craving since the moment he saw you. He fucks his seed into you without a thought behind his eyes besides cumming. Fits of ‘oh fuck’s and ‘shit’ flood from his lips as his head hangs back in the seat, facing the ceiling. His hot sticky cum flooded your walls, some even leaking and dripping all over the chair beneath you two as you watched him get off with satisfied eyes. 

“You’re cute when you cum.” You say to him, trying to catch your breath as you fit a small giggle in between. Denji smiles, his head finally rising again to look you in your eyes.

“See you next Friday?” He asks with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. You can’t help but laugh.

“For sure.”

[tojirin]

★ denji headcanons

WC: 1.6k one short (n)sfw headcanon but the rest fluff 🎀 proofread - nahh LOL

you first met denji at a local gas station, you could see he was struggling paying for food so you offered to pay for him out of kindness. "Oh! thank you miss..um how can i repay you?" "um! no need don't worry!" "No! no!.. um..can i take you out? to repay you of course!" you could tell the boy was nervous by the way he was speaking, but you accepted his offer. "Really?..yeah i'd love to!" "do you have a number?"! "O-oh! yeah, here."

★ when you and denji first started dating you almost automatically noticed that he seemed very worried that he was messing things up for both of you, but you assured him that he wasn't the problem.

★ later into the relationship you found out denji is very clingy, almost like a puppy wanting to always be with its owner. he will always want to be hip to hip with you and will complain if you don't wanna.

★ something about denji is that he is a very passionate kisser, he doesn't really know what he's doing but tries his best, kisses will be random >_<.

★ denji is always confessing his love to you so you always know he is there and won't leave you. he knows how it feels to be abandoned and never wants you to go through that.

★ going back to denji acting like a doggy he loves to be treated like one when y'all are having sex, def has a mommy kink, luvs to be with his master ^_^ !!

★ but!! everytime denji sees you he feels a wave of love and compassion falling over himself he doesn't know what to do!! but he thinks it feels right so it's okay!! :3

★ denji gives the best hugs ever!! a bit too tight since he thinks you might run away, but you wont!!

overall he just loves you soso much :((

★ © tojirin ʚɞ 2023

[obliviani]

finders keepers 👁

[mwah-chia]

been thinking about touchy aki and reader who are secretly dating?/more than co-workers or friends who he can’t keep his hands off even on the job (*^.^*)

aki hayakawa who is touchy as fuck when it comes to you. superior aki hayakawa, who has gone out after hours with you and some other co-workers, hitting up the local izakaya to enjoy a few rounds of beers and cheap food. touchy aki hayakawa, who after his fourth pint starts to stroke the plush of your thigh under the table, giving it the gentlest squeeze. he watches out of his peripheral, the way you laugh at something some irrelevant devil hunter has said from across the table and combs his fingers loosely through a piece of your hair to tuck it back behind your ear.

aki hayakawa who has been sent to retrieve a piece of the gun devil with the rest of the division four squad. he commands them forward, watching as they head off then suddenly groping the fat of your ass and giving it the smallest tap making you jump in surprise. ‘hurry up y/ln, don’t fall behind’ giving you a quick wink before leaving in the same direction as the rest of your fellow hunters. you stand there for a second to control the pink hue of blush across your cheeks before you can rush off.

aki hayakawa who is clenching his fist in an effort to restrain himself from pulling you by the waist into his side. he watches how (not-so-innocent) denji picks you up and onto his back after an unsuspecting devil ambushes your mission, striking your right leg as you pushed kobeni out of the way of its fury. aki hayakawa who is silently seething as he sees denji wrap his palms underneath your thighs to carry you out once the assignment is completed. he thinks he will spit into denji’s food later tonight once they and power are all back home, although he won’t.

aki hayakawa who comes to see you in the infirmary once the others have left. visiting hours be damned. in the privacy of the hospital room, he grabs your face in both hands to slam his lips against yours. ‘don’t you dare be so fucking reckless like that again’ a command that carries no vexation as it should, but instead spills out of his hot lips more broken like a desperate plea. ‘it’s okay aki, it only caught my leg’ .. ‘don’t be so worried’. he sits on the bed then, looping one arm around your waist and the other behind your head to pull you into his chest. aki hayakawa who can’t imagine not being within arms length of you, ‘how can i not when it’s you?’.

[ze-they]

New couples pfps just dropped

[strawberryangel6667]

my babies...

[atlastheecowboy]

Csm and berserk have some of the best representations of sexual assault and how it affects victims but their fanbases are too fucking shallow to see or acknowledge that.

[bimbu-tan]

XIX • The Sun • XIX

[sugar-grigri]

Ever tried starfish ?!!!

[bimbosandbubbles]

Warning’s—masturbation,scent kink,breeding kink(vague),cumming desperate Denji,

Pervert Denji! Who’s obsessed with little chubby you! All because you stumbled into him on a silly walk. And omg! He’s never felt anything so soft,so welcoming and warm pressed against his thin lanky frame. The moment you make contact with him,he internally groans at the utter softness you exude. He doesn’t even know you yet and he’s already imagining gripping the excess flesh that surrounds your frame. When he hears your flustered apology,his cock practically stretches the poor fabric of his black slacks.

! “Oh my god,I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Denji doesn’t know what to focus on. Your pretty lips forming in a shocked worried little O shape or your sweet voice worrying about him. He forces out a response and he’s blushing so hard just from looking at you. Your sweet voice graces him some more as you continually apologize and talk to him. He swears it’s okay,that you could never do anything to harm him. The conversation goes so long that he manages to get your number and he takes that to his full advantage.

Pervert Denji! Who constantly calls you whenever he’s having a bad day or..when he can’t get off just from imagining you anymore. He can just cum from the way you say his name so sleepily and so caring. “I can’t sleep,can you talk to me until I do?” You oblige him happily and instantly purge into rambles and rants. Each word helps each stroke—each urging pulse thats surging through his aching dick. He hums uh huhs or mmms,anything to distract you from the whimpers and groans he’s producing. You always sound so good—so sweet and loving. He can imagine your voice hitching as he’s suckling on your chest or even better drowning between your supple thighs.

Pervert Denji! Who begs you for every single picture of yourself to send to him. From your outfits to not the candid moments he loves it all! Seeing your chubby face adorning smiles or funny expressions just makes his heart warm. But it’s not that innocent,it never is with Denji. Seeing your kind little face makes him crazy. He wants to make you do so many expressions! Like he wants to see his cock shape your mouth back into that pretty little O shape. He wants to make your eyebrows scrunch—twisting in painful ecstasy because his greedy mouth latched onto your poor clit. But his favorite would be your teeth biting on the lower flesh of your lips—muffling all the sweet noises he’s causing!

! He can just hear your pleas now. “N—No ‘ore ‘Enji! s’too much! or “It feels too good! Can’t take it anymore. You’re making me ‘eel so good!” or “S’good Denji,making me feel s’good! Thank you!” All those pretty words leaving your mouth when he has his dick sunken into you. He really wants you to tell him he’s doing a good job!

Pervert Denji! That can’t stop thinking about you so he stalks all your online pages. Insta,TikTok,whatever. It doesn’t matter if you post or not but if you do he’s waiting to be the first to see it. You’re just so so pretty to him! How can he not want to see that beautiful face first? But it’s not only your face that he loves,it’s your body too! You just have so much supple flesh that he wants to grab and grip,kiss and suck,squeeze and pinch—anything as long as he gets to touch your plush form. Although he loves your body as a whole he just can’t get over your stomach and boobs.

! It doesn’t matter if your boobs are small or big! He loves the way the natural weight of them slightly drooping down your chest! Because it points down to your palpable tummy! He loves imagining sucking on your perky nipples—lengthy hand rubbing and gripping the soft skin of your stomach—the perfect combo! He just wants to suck on your perfect tits—lay on you and just take his frustrations or comforts onto you while he’s sucking on your chest,often indulging with the sweet thought of you playing with his hair and telling him affirmations.

Pervert Denji! That gets off on your scent! Especially when you’re sweaty or extremely hot. The natural scent of you is just so..erotic to him. Like some desperate hound who’s chasing a delicious scent Denji will get extra close to you—hugging you with more want when your sweaty,rubbing his nose on whatever he can reach to smell you. He loves that smell because it’s just simply nature—he can only imagine what your sweaty pussy would smell like. Especially if it’s hairy,he wants that sweat smell to carry onto your mound. He just wants you to let him nudge his nose in between your folds and inhale that arousing aroma.

Pervert Denji ! That always finds himself with his thin hand wrapped around the slender base of his cock,pumping up and down to you. “(Reader) ‘anna fuck you! Wanna be in your pretty pussy! Need you ‘o bad!”

! Babbles after babbles always bounce off the walls of his room. He just knows you’d feel so good! He imagines that you sweet cunt will feel so warm and soft and fuck—wet! The poor man that overstimulates his throbbing cock—liquidy and runny cum coating his smart fingers—just cause the thought of you riles him up so easily. He wants to cum in you—over and over again. Wants to see you covered filthy with his seed.

Poor Pervert Denji ! Who just wants to make you his girlfriend! Denji that wants to please you in every single way the word could be used. Denji that can’t control his urges just because he wants you so so so bad.:(

[statisky]

Denji logic

[saintsugu]

COLLARED. KINKTOBER DAY 3

rating: mature; mdni

pairing: denji x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: explicit sexual content, femdom, sub!denji, collaring, very minimal / lowkey foot shit (?, if you squint ?), oral!f, pussydrunk denji, handcuffs, handjob, implied corruption kink, mention of virginity loss, overstimulation, sexual manipulation from reader, praise, owner / pet dynamics (never calls you ‘owner’ but he feels as though you own him), abandonment issues (denji), emotional at the end

author’s note: this is kind of unedited so bear with me lol.

Seated in your chair with a man kneeling below you, as if you were a king and he was nothing but a lowly servant. Sometimes you worry the power goes to your head too much, but any worry you feel dissipates the moment you hear his sweet, sweet moans. 

You tug on the leash— a sleek and black nylon handle attached to a long chain. It’s hooked onto the pretty black collar you bought when you realized just how submissive your baby was. 

“Come on, focus,” you demand. 

“I’m trying,” he defends, his voice out of breath slightly with a whining pitch. “But you’re not exactly going easy on me—“

Pulling the leash, you force him to jerk forward, eyes wide as he stares at you. All you have to do is raise an eyebrow, before he’s tripping over his words in order to apologize. 

“I thought so,” you hum, lifting your heel-covered foot once again. “Continue.”

He turns his head, pressing a kiss against your ankle before licking a stripe against the skin. With his hands bound behind his back, and his body completely stripped naked, he’s desperate to please you. 

You stare intently at him, watching his cock twitch when you praise him. He does the same with your other leg, movements starting to become more hurried as his self control lessens and the ache between his legs grows. Normally, you’d call it out, make him start over and the like, but tonight…tonight he’s not the only one whose patience is wearing thin. 

Eventually, you deem that he’s been good enough to earn a small treat. You pull his leash enough so he’s more upright in his position and watch in delight as his knees dig into the floor and his chin tilts up. 

“Please,” he can’t help but whine. 

“What are you begging for, baby?” You tease as your foot moves. You set it underneath him before dragging it up slowly across his balls. It doesn’t take much to get a reaction from him. His hips jerk immediately and little moans escape his lips, causing you to smirk in turn. 

“Wanna t-taste you,” he stutters out as the tip of your shoe presses against the length of his cock. “Want it so bad.”

“Hmm,” you taunt, removing your foot and setting it on his thigh instead, letting the sole of it dig into the skin. Like planned, it provokes a series of whines from him. “I guess so,” you click your tongue and start to tug the leash towards you. 

Once he’s close enough, you take your free hand and thread it through his hair, before gripping the strands tight and pushing him into your cunt. This little display has gotten you more than wet already and you know Denji can tell due to the way he laps and slurps your juices. 

You hum lowly as he shoves his face against you, desperate to taste you—all of you. His nose bumps against your clit as he greedily eats away at you like a man starved. 

Denji gets drunk off your taste; he always has. When you met him, he was a sex obsessed virgin who had never even received so much as a handjob. You changed all of that, and Denji greeted that change with open arms. 

“So good,” he drunkenly groans. “Taste s’good. Thank you so much.”

You can’t help but chuckle, a light and airy laughter as you stare down at your sweet boy. “Doing such a good job. Making me feel so good.” 

Your encouragement sends him into a frenzy. It makes him buck his hips, as if he’s humping the air. His hands strain against the leather cuffs that keep them in place. 

“You feeling okay, baby?” You tease, moving your foot against his cock once more and soaking in the moan he lets out in response. “You look a little flushed.”

He groans into your pussy, messily licking up the juices before letting his tongue dive in. Your lips part and your foot accidentally presses a little harder at the intrusion, moans leaving both of your mouths in tandem. 

Denji isn’t precise when it comes to this. He’s not the type to suck on your clit or finger you till you’re heaving, but what he does do is feast on you.

He views you as a meal and he’s a messy fucking eater. 

His tongue is sloppy, trailing down to lick whatever has dripped onto your thighs. He doesn’t even realize how good he is. Because how could he be anything when compared to you?

“Shit,” you start to pant. “Good boy, keep goin’. Baby’s gonna make me cum.”

It’s like those words awaken something in him, because the thought of you cumming on his face? He’s feral now. 

He can’t help but moan at the thought, each move messier than before and his hips continue to rut against your shoe. 

He keeps his pace up and in a few more minutes, you feel that familiar coil starting to tighten. Your nails dig into his scalp, instinctively pushing him further against you as your thighs begin to quiver. 

Praises mixed with moans slip out of your lips, eyes squeezing shut as the telltale signs of an orgasm near. You don’t bother to warn him as you do cum, gushing on his tongue and grinding against his face. 

It’s not like he’s complaining, either. Why would he? His movements are frantic as he tonguefucks you through your orgasm, desperate to sip every single drop of your juice. 

As you come down from your high, you pull his head away and stare down at him. The lower half of his face is drenched and he looks like a bitch in heat. 

“Did so good,” you coo. “Thank you, Baby.”

He nods but is quick to ask for more. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? So please, touch me,” he begs. “It hurts.”

“Oh, I have no doubt that it does, poor baby,” you feign sympathy. “Why don’t you lay back for me, okay?” You make the request while you unhook his leash from his collar. 

He always looks so pretty like this. Leaned back against the wall, his flushed cock standing tall. 

“Can you take off the cuffs?” He asks, watching intently as you dismount your chair. 

His request earns an incredulous look from you. “You’re getting awfully presumptuous with these requests of yours. You know that, right?” 

Immediately, he’s stumbling over himself in order to apologize to you. The last thing he wants is to upset you. 

“First you want to taste me,” you’re on the floor now, crawling towards him like a predator stalking its prey. “Then you want your cock handled, and now this? What’s next, Denji?”  

Now, you’re all the way against him, straddling his leg and pressing your mouth up to his ear as you accentuate your words with a condescending, “hm?”

You can’t help but grin when he shivers, tongue tied as he figures out what he can say in hopes of salvaging this. Yes, he wants to please you, but you both know that deep down, he just wants to get fucked. And if that’s what he wants, who are you to get in the way of that?

Without another word, as he’s rambling out apologies, you reach down and give his cock a nice tug. The action receives a loud moan as his back arches against the wall. 

“You liked that, didn’t you?” His reply is a quick nod, mind too focused to formulate a proper response. 

Slowly, you start to jack him off. You know every little thing about Denji. You know his body inside and out, and you pride yourself on being the only one to know such details. 

You were his first everything. His first time, his first girlfriend, hell, he denies it, but you’re almost positive you were his first real kiss. You couldn’t be happier about it. 

Some people could grow frustrated having to teach their partner in that way, but you? Oh no. You absolutely loved it. You got to shape and mold him however you’d like. You got the pleasure of corrupting him however you saw fit.

The first time things started to get heated, he acted confident. Acted like a dominant man and tried to overpower you, but you saw through it. The moment your hand pressed against the tent in his pants, he was a goner. He melted like putty in your hands. 

That dynamic has yet to change. 

“Thank you,” he whines and cries out, hips jerking up in effort to fuck your fist. “Thank you so much.”

“Dirty little boy. You’re gonna cum just from this aren’t you?” He shakes his head no, but like with everything, you see through the lies. Your hand drops down, abandoning his cock in favor of squeezing his balls. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Denji.”

He’s back to apologizing before admitting, “‘m gonna cum, shit, i’m gonna cum. You’re right, I’m s-sorry!”

The corners of your lips curl up and you’re very pleased with your work. Your hand moves back to his cock, and your pace is much faster as you resume getting him off. 

“Go ahead then,” you lean in and press a kiss against his neck, whispering the next command against the shell behind his ear. “Cum.”

As if he was nothing more than a puppet you controlled, he twitches uncontrollably as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto your hand and his abdomen. It’s thick and creamy and there’s a considerable amount. Honestly, you wish your mouth was on him rather than your hand, but for tonight, you have other plans. 

“What a good boy,” you praise, letting his dick fall limp. “Did so good cumming for me like that.”

When you lift your hand and move it towards his mouth,he knows what to do by the way you tap his lips. He starts to clean your hand by licking up his cum, cringing a bit at its bitter taste. 

Once he’s done, you move to straddle his lap. His brows furrowed in worry and as he starts to sputter out words about how he can’t take it, you’re pressing a soft kiss to his nose in order to shush him. 

“Sweet boy, you know I love you, right?” A nod of affirmation. “And you trust me, right?” A nod again, this time albeit slower. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

As you whisper these sweet words, you’re pressing down on his shoulder and raising yourself to sink down onto his cock. Your fingers are wrapped around the base, his dick red and weeping. 

“It’s t-too much,” his eyes shut and he starts to squirm as soon as he’s inside of you. “Please…”

“But I’ve only cum once…” you pout, still sinking down. “Don’t you think I deserve another?”

“Yes, of course, but what if you sit on my face? O-or,” he stammers. 

Still, you shake your head, cock halfway inside at this point. “That won’t feel as good. You know that. Don’t I deserve the best?”

Sometimes you feel guilty for manipulating him like this, but the payoff is always good enough that said guilt is swept away by the current of your orgasm. 

Now, he’s whimpering out a pathetic, “You deserve the world. I’m sorry…I wanna give it to you, I-I do!”

“I know, baby boy,” you coo and he bottoms out with a whining moan. You cup his cheeks gently and smile at his pussydrunk, flushed face. “Now, are you gonna let me fuck you, or not, hm?”

He nods quickly, desperate to please you as you laugh above him. That’s a good boy. 

He gets drunk off your words and high off your touch. No pleasure could compare to that of the euphoria he experiences when you praise him. 

Your good boy. Your baby. Yours Yours Yours. 

Everything he owns, everything he is, it all belongs to you. Every single hair on his head, his blemished skin, and fractured bones—they’re all yours. He’s yours to play with, to do as you please. 

He doesn’t realize it, but he starts to hump up into you. His hands greedily grab your waist, rolling the skin and fat in between his deft fingers. He wants to be close to you in any way possible. He wants you to be connected, and soon, he finds his carnal desires taking over—the overwhelming need to love and be loved fueling his entire being as he pulls you against his chest, plants his feet, and starts to fuck you. 

“Love you so much.” He’s babbling now. Completely immersed in his own mind as his body takes over. “Wanna be yours forever. Don’t leave me, please. Don’t wanna be alone again.”

“D-Denji,” you gasp against him, unable to break free of his grip. His arms are crossed at your lower back, holding you close as he fucks you at an inhuman pace. “Denji, fuck—“ your words break into a moan. 

“Denji, I’m go-gonna cum,” You admit breathily and his body responds, now going into overdrive. 

He fucks you even harder, but he doesn’t even realize when he cums too. His warm cum fills your cunt, there’s so much despite having already cum just a few into ago. 

“O-oh,” you whimper, eyes rolling as that warm sensation fills your body. You can’t help it when that coil snaps. Soon, you’re grateful that you can’t get out of his grip even if you try. 

Your body spasms, this new change of pace affecting you in ways you didn’t think it could. You’re not sure how long you’re practically out of it for, but when you come down from your high, your boyfriend is still babbling. 

But now there are tears streaming. 

“B-baby,” you stutter, out of breath as your hands snake up to his jaw. “Baby, c’mon, snap out of it.”

He’s still rambling whispers of how he loves you and is scared you’ll leave. You’re not sure how you triggered something like this, but now you’re upset and worried. 

“Denji,” you whisper one last time before kissing him gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Denji.”

His eyes open and movements seem to slow when you speak, but his grip only tightens. When he looks at you, a few sobs erupt from his chest.

He’s still practically incoherent as he says, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, baby?” You slide a hand down and rest it against his upper thigh, thankfully it slows his movements down to a halt. 

“You’re so good to me, and I…you’re gonna leave aren’t you..?”

Your heart breaks at his words. “Denji, I will never leave you. C’mon,” you squeeze his hand. 

“Let’s go clean up, Baby Boy.”

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Simpler times

[id: A drawing of mafia denji holding Pochita in his hands. Denji is scarred with bandaids all over him. Pochita touches Denji’s nose with his paw. Both he and Pochita smile wide. /end id]