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c-o-t-o · 1 year ago

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Shower Scene (Denji x reader) PART 1

(Part 2 here) (Alternate Aki arc, Part 1 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Part 4 (end) here)

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, blood, pain play, choking, bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1

About: After you and Denji finish a mission, he loses too much blood and becomes weak. You promise him your blood after you've both showered. But is he too weak to bathe himself?

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Your chest rises and falls heavily as you pant, trying to catch your breath after defeating some devils with Denji. The final blow left the two of you absolutely soaked from the blood spray, which is now slowly trickling down your face. You look over at Denji who is grinning wickedly from the thrill of the fight, audibly panting and grunting as he tries to catch his breath as well.

"Nice job, Denji," you manage to say between breaths, "let's head back home and clean off." Denji turns to nod at you, but you see his expression slowly fade from wicked excitement to something different... almost like he's mesmerized. You watch his eyes as they slowly follow the blood streaming down your face. When the bead falls from your chin, he snaps out of it, looking back up to your eyes with flushed cheeks. 'Oh, that's right,' you think to yourself, 'Denji has a thing for blood.' You clear your throat and offer to let Denji feed from you after you both return home and have showered. He looks completely drained and you can't even imagine how desperately he must need some blood to rejuvenate himself.

Makima had you move in with Aki and the rest, but upgraded you all to a house so you could all have your own rooms with some privacy. After all, Aki had begged her for more room after burdening him to live with yet another public safety devil hunter. With them living together for years, getting older and needing more privacy, it was long overdue anyway.

"Are... are you sure? I can drink y-your blood?" Denji swallowed heavily mid sentence as his face turned so red that his blush was almost indistinguishable from the blood splatter. After nodding and offering your shoulder for him to lean on, Denji smirked and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "If you say so, then okay! I'll try to be careful."

You knew Denji became shy around you; you two have lived in your shared space for months now, stealing glances and dropping innuendos nearly every time you were alone together until one of you got the point. You both knew but would never admit it, so this playful back and forth went on far longer than you could really stand. You knew that Denji putting his lips on your neck to drink your blood would break him. Every time in the past that you offered him your blood he shyly declined, saying that it's too close to being like kissing your neck. You wonder why, then, he accepted this time. Have you finally broken his will? Or is he truly that drained from the fight?

You finally make it home, Denji seemingly drunk from the loss of blood as he slumps down the wall. "I can't..." he lets his head fall back and it hits the wall. "Carry meeee..." he whines.

"Denji you know full well I can't carry you," you laugh while pulling his shoes off for him and undoing his tie. "But once we both shower you can have my blood, remember?" You pull his tie off and feel Denji grab your fingers as you are about to pull away, groaning whiningly as he puts your fingers on the buttons of his shirt.

"Really?? You can't even undress yourself?" You search his eyes to see if he's being coy or if he's out of it. You get your answer when his eyes roll back in his head and he slides sideways down onto the floor.

"Fuck! Denji? Denji, come on..." He just groans quietly and mumbles incoherently. "Aki?!" you shout, but there's no response from anyone else. Your heart starts pounding as you realize the two of you are alone and that you'll now have to undress and shower Denji. You refuse to let him feed from you with the blood of numerous devils now dried all over you, so shower you must.

You whimper out loud dejectedly. "Denji, I have to shower you, Aki isn't home. I'm sorry." You manage to stand him up and walk him with his arm over your shoulder, his feet mostly dragging instead of walking. You get to the bathroom and drag Denji into the shower room. His eyes are still rolled back, not really focused on anything. You sigh again out loud as you begin by unbuttoning his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." you quietly repeat over and over as you undress him. As you slip the shirt off of Denji, your hands graze across his slender torso, feeling the stiffness of his muscles and chest. It was enough to send electricity shooting through your body right down to your sensitive area. You get his pants off easily enough, but your hands stop at the waistband of his underwear.

"Denji... I need to know that you're okay with this, I'm about to see you and touch you..." He almost drunkenly nods his head, but it's so slight that you decide not to take that as a clear answer. A moment later his hand shakily grabs yours and moves it over to his waistband, gives you a thumbs-up sign, and then lets his hand fall down to his side.

'So he's aware and can hear me, great.'

"I always imagined seeing each other naked being vastly different, but I don't have much of a choice. I'm so sorry Denji..." you whisper as you slowly pull down his boxers. Surprisingly Denji remained soft, but you attribute that to the loss of blood. That aside, you blush at the fact that Denji still seems a bit large, even being soft. You undress yourself near his feet so that he can't quite see you, still shy at the prospect of him seeing you naked.

"I'm turning on the water now, Denji. I'm going to wash myself first and then I'll clean you, okay?" Again, all Denji can manage is a thumbs up, but you're grateful that he can at least give you a sign that this is all okay.

You're also grateful for the Japanese style shower so that there's room for you to bathe while Denji lays sprawled out on the tile floor. You shower yourself quickly, realizing Denji must be cold laying on the floor. Cold, drained, and exhausted.

On your hands and knees, you scooch over to him with the shower hose and begin hosing down his legs and lathering him up with a soapy shower sponge. He moans when the hot water hits his legs, mouth slightly open, revealing his sharp teeth. Your heart skips a beat at the sound and sight. You secretly have a thing for his sharp teeth and have always wondered what they would feel like grazing along the nape of your neck.

You shake your head as if shaking out your encroaching dirty thoughts, and begin to lather up his feet and legs. "Well..." you swallow hard, "I might as well get this over with." You sponge Denji's penis and lower abs with the soapy sponge, trying to use the sponge itself to move everything around so that you're not touching him directly.

Denji's face immediately turns to the side to look away from you. You see his abs almost throbbing with tension as you sponge him and notice he seems to be holding his breath. When you pass over him with the hot water, he releases his breath with the deepest, guttural groan you've ever heard him make. You feel yourself twitch at the sound and feel wetness begin to pool between your legs.

You're relieved to work your way up and sponge his stomach and chest. This is the first time you've seen his chainsaw pulley so close. With hesitation, you touch your fingers lightly to it as it slides along the wet metal end. Your fingers follow the rope back to the origin in the middle of his chest, delicately tracing your fingertips around the opening. Denji muffles a moan, and you momentarily worry that it might be too sensitive there, until you feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest and his fist clenching at his side. 'I wonder if this spot feels good.'

You eventually take his arm in one hand, and gently wash it with the sponge in your other hand. You lather up your hands and gently rock your fingers between his to make sure you've gotten them completely clean. When you get to his other hand, you feel his fingers close around yours. Your gaze snaps to look up at him, but he continues to look away with his head turned to the side. You notice, however, his face turning red again.

'I bet he's enjoying this, the horny freak.' You think that to yourself, knowing full well that you have also been a freak for the thoughts you've had of Denji lately. As much as you don't want to admit it to yourself, your chest aches at the sight of him and how you're so close, yet feel so far from getting what it is you truly want. At least, you can't do anything, not with Denji like this.

With his grip still tightened around your fingers, you glance down and notice how slim his waist is, something you've only caught glimpses of in the past if he stretched his arms up over his head or laid sloppily on the ground by the kotatsu, letting the bottom of his shirt lift up slightly.

You pull your hand away and look at his face, gently turning it to look back in your direction so that you can wash his face. You laugh nasally to yourself when you see that he has his eyes clamped shut. Is he embarrassed to look at you? Or is he doing it out of decency? Either way it's fine because you can wash and rinse his face.

You slide your body so that you can place his head on your lap to wash his hair next. His face blushes once again as your fingers massage through his hair, and you catch quiet breathy moans escaping through his lips.

After rinsing his hair, you look down to see Denji looking up at you with one eye... looking up with his head in your lap... at the underside of your boobs. You feel your heart stop momentarily as you meet his gaze. He slams his eye shut and looks away again. But as he turns his face, you instinctively push his head off your lap in fear that his face will go right down into your crotch.

"FUCK I'M SORRY DENJI." You cradle his head but see his eyes swimming now. "God damn it. I made this so much worse..." You look around the room to see if he can grab something to hold onto and stand up, but realize that's not possible with all the water. That, and letting his head hit the floor after pushing it off your lap.

"Denji, I think..." your voice trails off as you sigh. "I think you'll have to drink my blood here. I wont be able to carry you out of here without slipping and hurting both of us."

You jump in surprise as Denji weakly (and incredibly slowly) turns onto his side, and onto his stomach. His forehead presses to the shower floor as his fingers trail up your arm to grab your shoulder. You feel his hand shaking, trying to push you down so that you're laying as well.

You realize Denji is trying to have you lay down so that he can drink from you. To help him out you slide down on your back so that you're laying side by side. Without looking up, Denji shakily slides onto your shoulder.

You feel his damp skin slide over yours, hot breath tumbling onto your shoulder as he slowly places his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel your heart racing and even see your vision slightly pulsating. His wet hair tickles your ear, and you feel his nose trace the curve of your neck, fingers weakly trying to grip your shoulder.

You hear him whisper so quietly that it's almost indistinguishable amidst the shower water still running. "Can... I...?" he barely whispers, making sure one last time that it's okay with you. This is it, the moment you've always fantasized, knowing how Denji's teeth would feel against your neck, tasting your blood. But the moment is intensified by your naked bodies laying in the middle of the steamy shower room.

You nod your head and barely say yes before he sinks his teeth down into your supple flesh. You gasp out loud and grab his slick back as he pierces you. It stings, but feels so incredible at the same time. The pain is over quickly as he pulls his teeth out and closes his lips around your skin. You feel the blood slowly being sucked from you as Denji's tongue laps over the bites. He moans and breathes heavily as he slowly drinks from you, groaning with each suck. Each swallow is hard, and his grip on your shoulder tightens with each gulp.

You thought you'd have to cut him off, but to your surprise, he slows to a stop by himself and pulls his mouth away. He did say he'd try to be careful earlier. Denji gently licks your neck one last time with one long, slow, sweeping motion to clean the last of the blood, making you cringe with pleasure.

"Denji? Are you okay? Did that help?" You turn your head to the side to see if he's okay. With his head still down, you see only his eyes glare up at you through his wet hair. "... Denji...? What's wrong?" You feel his chest moving in and out quicker as his eyes dart back and forth between yours. His head lifts more until you see your glistening red blood smeared across his lips, and all you can think of is how fucking hot it makes him look. As weird as it may be, seeing blood on Denji made him seem so badass and intense.

You realize you've been staring down at his lips for too long now, when you suddenly feel his fingers gliding through the back of your hair. He lifts himself up on his elbow, his face hovering right above yours now. Some blood drips off his lips and down onto yours. He looks down at the blood on your lips, up at your eyes, and back down at your lips, fixated on the blood.

Before you know it, Denji moves quickly and instinctually down to your face and licks the blood off of your lips, as though not to waste it. He hears the quiet gasp that slips through your lips, and stays hovered above your face, slowly grinning with his sharp teeth... almost evilly.

"You always imagine seeing us naked?" His voice is so low and deep that you can almost feel it vibrate on your skin.

"Wh-what?" You shake your head confused.

"You said 'I always imagined seeing each other naked being vastly different, but I don't have much of a choice..." Denji's tongue licks around his lips, savoring any blood that might have lingered there.

"So tell me..." his voice trails off as he places his other hand next to your head, trapping your head between his hands, his face still hovering right above yours, eyes locked onto you. "What has your dirty little mind been fantasizing about, then?"

---------- To be continued ----------

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otaku-trash · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2

Main Master List

Tha Gang’s Soulmate Masterlist

Previous Chapter

The shrill cry of an infant is what brought Y/n out of her dreamless sleep. Cracking her eyes open she sees two large purple beady eyes staring back at her.

Staring at each other for a good minute or two she signs, “You know this is why I don’t use an alarm clock.” she said as she picked Kaji up, getting ready to nurse him.

“I thought we said to start trying to bottle feed him?” a soft voice said by the door.

Looking up Y/n sees Mrs. Takashi standing in the doorway wearing her signature warm smile. In her hands is a tray of food she planned to deliver to Y/n personally as she had done every morning since Y/n was emitted into the hospital.

Casting her eyes to the nursing infant Y/n lets a soft smile stretch across her face. “I know but I…I just.”

“You aren’t ready yet.” Mrs. Takashi says with a knowing look on her face. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed she places the tray on the bed side table. “You know when I first had my daughter and had to stop nursing her it was hard too. It’s how we as mothers bond with them. It will get easier. Just don't force yourself or Kaji into changing into formulas, do it gradually.”

Giving the older woman a thankful smile Y/n finishes feeding the infant before passing him to Mrs. Takashi for his daily check up.

“I’ll be back with him in no more than an hour, so eat your breakfast, shower and freshen up young lady.” Mrs. Takashi said in a feign stern voice.

Giving her a small smile Y/n nods her head giving a gentle kiss to Kaji’s forehead before getting up and headed to get herself ready for the day.

Turning the shower water to be warm she undresses and steps into the shower. Starting with washing her hair with her floral scented shampoo and conditioner. Moving on to scrub the dirt off her body she stops at her stomach where the permanent scar is.

It wasn’t the one where she had her c-section and helped bring a life into the world, it was the one where she tried to take a life. Shaking out of her dark thoughts she rinses off her body and changes into black leggings, a dark gray tank top, maroon cardigan, finished off with Timberland ankle boots.

Taking her tray she takes it to the couch to eat over the coffee table.

………….

“What school are you bastards from!?”

“Yeah get the hell out of here! Both of you!”

Two voices were heard from outside of Takemichi’s classroom. Watching as the classroom door is pulled only to reveal Mikey. Leaving a shocked Takemichi.

“Hey. there he is. Come out and play with us, Takemichy.” Micky said as if he didn’t just walk into a school he doesn't go to and interrupt the teacher in the middle of a lesson.

‘What the hell. This dude is totally insane.’

Walking outside the classroom with Draken and Mikey not far behind him. The third years are left scattered all over the floor.

“Hey uh. What is all this?” Takemichi stutters, shocked to see the display in front of him.

“Well this is a school so I schooled them.” Draken joked amused with his own joke.

“Alright you wimps line up and lay on your stomachs and don’t leave any gaps in between you wimps. This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt me.”

‘Yeah the Tokyo Manji Gang is insane’. Takemichi thinks to himself with a deadpan look on his face. As he sees Mikey and Draken walking across the backs of the third years.

Throwing his arm around Takemichi’s shoulder, Draken leans his head down to Takemichi’s level. “So have you been behaving yourself?”

“You only just saw me yesterday.”

“So are you free today?” Mikey asked without care in the world

“I don’t think you understand Mikey. I’m in school right now.”

The two older boys keep trying to convince him as a small crowd starts to form around them. Not really caring they continue to pester the younger boy not seeing the amber eyed girl stocking up on them.

“Hold on.” Hinata said strongly.

Making a beeline towards Mikey she lifts her hand and swings it down to his cheek. A deafening silence covers the hallway as Hinata grabs Takemichi’s wrist and tugs him along.

“Come on, Takemichi, you can’t let guys like this bully you.” she said strongly, but Takemichi could see her shaking. Feel it even since she still had a strong grip on his wrist.

Grabbing her wrist, Draken stops her. A vein bulging from his forehead. “Hey you got a death wish. Who the hell do you think you are? Do you think you can just go up to everyone and pull that stunt and just get away with it?”

Not meeting his eyes she shot back, “No, who do you think you are. Coming to a school that you don’t even go to. Takemichi has been coming home all beaten and bruised every night because of guys like you.”

Grabbing Draken’s shoulder in a harsh grip Takemichi demands, “You take your hand off of her.”

“What did you say? I must have heard you wrong.”

“I said you take your hand off her you dumbass!”

“Oh my you must have forgotten who you are talking to.” Draken said threateningly

“Aw. And here I thought you and I would have been great friends, but instead you decided to die.” Mikey said, turning to give Takemichi a stare that could kill a man.

“Just promise me. Just promise me you won’t hurt her. You won’t lay a hand on Hinata!”

“I do what I want.” Mikey said as he raised his fist getting ready to punch Takemichi. Only to stop centimeters away from his face. “Sike.” He says giving the younger boy a childish smile.

………….

“I am so sorry. I completely misunderstood the situation.” Hinata continued to apologize profusely

“It’s no problem.” Mikey waved off. “But that was one hell of a slap.” he complimented.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Really it’s fine it’s good to fight for people you want to protect, but you should be careful with who you slap.” he advised the pink-haired girl.

“Yep. See ya later Takemichi.” Hinata waved to her soulmate as she started to head back into the school.

“Wait, are we still going to visit my sister to have dinner?” Takemichi questioned

“You go hang out with your friends. I'll call the hospital and tell them we won’t be coming by tonight.”

Turning around Hinata jogs the rest of the way to the school doors. Leaving two curious gang members and a nervous fourteen year old.

Tilting his head out of curiosity Mikey asks “You have an older sister Takemichy?”

Stiffing slightly, Takemichi turns to face the two older boys. “Yeah she’s older by two years. She’ll be seventeen in January.”

“Great, let's go visit.” Mikey turns to head out the school gates.

“Wait what!?”

“You heard him Takemichy lead the way.” Draken demanded not sparing the younger boy a glance.

“You said you were going to visit her right?” Mikey asked. Glancing back at Takemichi he gives him a closed eye smile. “Then let's go. You wouldn’t want to keep her waiting would you?”

………….

“Takemichi, I wasn't expecting you. it’s good to see you, and you brought friends again.” Mrs. Takashi greated the young boy. Turning to the unknown boys Mrs. Takashi greets them with a warm smile, “Hello you must be new friends of Takemichi. I’m Kiyoko Takashi, but Mrs. Takashi is fine.”

Bowing, the two gang members greet the older lady respectfully. “Hello Ma’am.”

Turning to Takemichi. “Go, she is all packed and ready to go. Honestly she couldn’t be any more impatient to get out.” she chuckles.

Mikey started to walk forward along with Draken but was stopped when Takemichi stood in front of them with a stern expression.

“What’s with the face Takemichy? You look constipated.” Mikey said, eyes twinkling with amusement.

Pressing into his lips into a thin line, “When we go into her room don’t stare and don’t ask questions. She’s just starting to get better and I don’t want her having an episode because the two of you wanted to meet her.'' When he received a nod from both Draken and Mikey, Takemichi turned and led them through the different halls.

Stopping in front of the familier dark oak door Takemichi gives it a gentle knock receiving a soft come in. Pushing the door open he gently mutters, “I brought friends this time I hope that's okay Onee-chan.”

Y/n waved a hand in the air without turning to face the door, she answered while changing Kaji’s dipper. “It’s fine the boys can help take the stuff home.” she said, turning around with Kaji in her arms.

When she turns around, Draken and Mikey both stand frozen when they see the tattoo on the side of the young mother’s face. Their eyes then travel to the infant that rests in her arms. Glancing at each other Mikey decides to break the awkward tension that started to fill the room.

“Hello mother-chan.” he greeted with a closed eyed smile.

Blinking at the strange men that came into the room, Kaji points at them, “BAKA!”

Gaining an irk mark on his forehead Draken yelled, “Who are you calling baka you snot nosed brat!”

Blue eyes widening Takemichi takes small steps back not going unnoticed by Mikey who opened his mouth but stopped when he heard a crash come from behind him. Turning he finds Draken lying on his back inside a bathroom shower and a furious mother on the opposite side of the room. Following Takemichi’s example he starts to take quite steps backwards away from the angry mother’s path

“I think he was calling you and your friend baka you piece of shit.” Y/n says taking slow threatening steps toward Draken who stood up and was dusting himself off.

“Shit.”

The room froze. Everyone turned to the infant that was propped up against pillows in the cot.

“No. Nope. Nopety. Nope. We are not going down that rabbit hole. Your father is going to kill us. Wait, not us, me. Damn it.” Y/n said as she picked Kaji up and started to pace the room with him at eye level.

“Is this normal?” Mikey whispered to Takemichi.

“It was worse before she became pregnant with Kaji. She’s mellowed out now.” Takemichi responded.

“I’d hate to see what she was like before she had the bra- Kid.” Draken said as he rubbed the back of his head that was still throbbing from the fall.

“Onee-chan.” Takemichi muttered. “Onee-chan,” said a little louder. “Onee-chan” Takemichi yelled startling the three other teens in the room who turned to stare at the blond boy. “We should start heading home before it gets too late.”

“Right, let's go.” Y/n said as she grabbed Takemich’s wrist and started to drag him towards the door.

Taking a deep breath that went unnoticed Y/n trys to regain her composure. She wasn’t stupid. She knew what the shock that passed through her ment, but it scared her. You normally only get one soulmate not multiple.

She thought that she was only going to be with Kaji’s father, not others. Plus she wasn’t as innocent as her younger brother thought she was. She knew how to survive when you run into gangs on the street. It's how she met Kaji’s father.

She knew how to fight and she knew how to sell and buy without getting caught, so when the president and vice president of Toman showed up as her brother's friends it concerned her. Especially from the horror stories she's heard from Kaji’s father about the new gang.

…………

“Did they really leave us to take the luggage?” Draken asked, pissed that he already met his soulmate and the first impression she has of him is of him calling her son a brat. Not getting a response from Mikey he turns to look at his friend only to see him in a slight daze. “Oi! Mikey.”

“Text the guys. We are going to have a small meeting after we drop the Hanagaki’s off at their home.” Mikey said as he made his way to the closest bag and headed towards the door.

“Are we going to tell them about the brat?”

“We probably should. If we don’t Baji or Angry might say something stupid.”

“I think they will still say something anyways if the brat pulls another stunt like that.”

“Yeah.” Mikey smiled. “But that was pretty funny.” Mikey chuckled.

Gaining an irk mark on his forehead Draken started to chase Mikey out the rest of the way passing the three Hanagakis without even noticing.

Not taking her eyes off the scene in front of her Y/n turns her head towards Takemichi. “Is this normal for them?”

“I have no idea.” Takemichi sighed. Looking up at his sister he catches a small smile stretching across her lips as she strokes Kaji’s hair, luring him to sleep as she watches the older blondes goof off with one another.

Turing to face his two new friends Takemichi thinks, ‘How could this guy be a part of such a cruel gang? He seems too innocent to kill them.’

#Takemichi Hanagaki #Y/n Hanagaki #The Gang's Soulmate #ken ryuuguji #sano mikey manjiro #Kaji Hanagaki #tachibana hinata #Tokyo Revengers #toman #otaku-trash

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