muzuki !

Denji and me forever

it was probably about evening, you, Denji, and all of Publix Safety were in a rooftop bar. Aki’s trying his best to keep Power in control, it’s fairly loud— especially with the loud music. Denji’s getting some more soda, but you’re watching him like a hawk. you’ve had maybe about, 7 drinks now? you’re surely drunk. you watch Denji as he comes back to you, grinning like an idiot. your eyes rake over his features, especially his eyes and lips.

“what’d you get this time?” you ask, your voice soft.

“that orange soda.” he says as he takes a sip, grinning but then grimacing at the shitty taste.

you haven’t noticed yet, but Denji’s been staring at your tits, stealing glances every chance he gets. your tits strain against that tight ass shirt, each movement you make catches Denji’s gaze, and each time his breath hitches just a little.

“really? that soda?” you snort, your gaze lifting up to his eyes. you notice where his eyes are locked in on, and you freeze. your cheeks go crimson, eyes widening. what do you do now?

“t-the hell are you staring at?!” you blush, covering your chest with your arms.

“whu- huh?- oh!.. sorry… they’re just.. big.” he blurts, catching himself and realizing what he just admitted to, freezing. he scratches the back of his neck, looking away. *fuck*, that was embarrassing.

you look up at him at that last word, an idea suddenly going into your mind. you look around, then yank his hand and drag him out the rooftop and downstairs. you drag him to the bottom of the stairwell, finally letting his hand go. you completely forgot how desperate Denji is when it comes to boobs and pussy. you look up at him, noticing his red ass face, and you smile.

“you.. you’ve never touched boobs before, right?” you ask, voice dropping to a low murmur.

“u-uhhh… no…?” he mutters, uncertainty and hesitation in his voice. he looks at you, then away, then back at you, then your tits.

“…wanna touch them?” you ask, smirking. you see Denji’s face light up like a kid on christmas morning, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“whuh—really?! you’d let me..?!” he asks, hope in his voice.

“yeah.” you grin, giggling at his reaction.

“w-wow-.. okay, okay. this is cold. how— how do you do this? should i be gentle?” he asks, hesitation in his voice. “i-.. i don’t wanna hurt you—”

“just do it.” you blurt out, blushing. you try to look and sound casual, but ain’t shit casual about this.

Denji’s hands slowly come up, inching closer to your boobs. he stops short, looking up at you for permission. you nod, and his hands finally cup around your boobs. he’s gentle at first, giving one, singular gentle squeeze. he looks up at your face, searching for any discomfort. once he finds none, he squeezes again, firmer this time.

“they’re.. so soft… and big…” he murmurs mindlessly, his mind solely focused on your boobs and the feel of them under his big hands.

“can.. can i see them? like without the shirt?” he murmurs, but quickly realizes what he just said out loud. “nevermind— f-forget i said tha—“

“please.” you blurt out. your eyes meet his, your eyes are filled with need, your cheeks flushed. Denji’s eyes widen, and he nods in determination, looking down and slowly, hesitantly undoing the buttons on your shirt. he blushes at the sight— your soft skin, the swell of your chest, the way your boobs strain against your bra. he lets out a whimper, squeezing again.

“*fuck*, y/n…” he murmurs, and without thinking or warning, his lips latch against your boob, sucking and leaving a faint mark. you yelp, your hand flying up to his hair, not pushing him away, but neither pulling him closer, just holding on. he whimpers against your skin, his hand trailing down and snaking around your waist, reaching the latch of your bra.

he looks up, his eyes pleading. “can i?…” Denji murmurs. you nod quickly, desperately. and he immediately unlatches your bra, he lets it fall from your chest, his hand snaking back to your front, cupping your boob before his mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking softly. you yelp again, fingers tightening against his hair.

“d-denji..” you breathe out, moaning softly as your head tips back. he doesn’t say anything, letting his tongue swirl over your nipple. his other hand that isn’t holding your other boob slides to that one, pinching your nipple until it gets hard. he rolls it between his fingers, continuing to suck on your other nipple.

“fuck, Denji.. where’d you learn this from? i thought you were a virgin.” you moan, hazy eyes looking down at him. he detaches from your nipple with a soft *pop*, his eyes meeting yours.

“porn.” he breathes out. going back to kissing and sucking your nipple.

eventually, his mouth finally detaches from your nipple, trailing kisses up your chest, then your throat, then your ear. he pauses, leaning in close.

“can we take this further?” he murmurs, sounding submissive even if he’s *clearly* the more dominant one here. you nod immediately, looking around. nobody’s around, good. you put your bra back on, buttoning your shirt back up then yanking his hand and dragging him to the closest bathroom. you shove him in, shutting the door behind you and locking it. you grab his face, kissing him.

“mm- y/n, what’re you—“ he freezes, but eventually melts into the kiss. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. his hands trail down to the curve of your ass, squeezing once.

the both of you make out for what feels like thirty minutes now, so you pull away, both of you out of breath and gasping for air.

“fuck me, Denji.” you murmur— it’s very straightforward, but you’re desperate here. he freezes, his brain lagging. he finally registers what you said, eyes comically widening.

“i-… yeah.. yeah, yeah sure.” he nods, still caught off guard. he slowly and hesitantly corners you to the wall, then glides his hands down to your skirt.

“can… can i?” he murmurs, looking down at you for permission. you nod, biting your lip. *god,* he’s so fucking hot when he’s desperate. he obediently bends down a bit and lifts your skirt up, noticing you have literally nothing under, but there’s a glistening trail between your thighs, and he lets out a low noise that sounds like a moan.

he stands upright, gulping. your gaze glances down to his pants, noticing the *very* prominent bulge. he gulps again, slowly pulling his own pants down to his thighs. he slightly pulls down on his boxers, and his cock springs free. hard, veiny, angrily red and leaking at the tip. you gasp, biting your lip.

before you can even react, he grabs your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall, your legs dangling in the air. his cock pressing against your slick folds, begging to enter. he whimpers, head tipping down to your shoulder.

“fuuuck.. can i..?”he whines, lifting his head again. his eyes have a needy and desperate look, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed.

you nod, and his hand slides down to his rock hard cock. he lines himself up to your entrance. you yelp, and just by him doing that could make you cum.

“fuck— wait! Denji…” you blurt out, blushing. he freezes, looking up at you as if he did something wrong.

“what- what did i do? did i hurt you?” he asks a billion questions, and you freeze, then laugh sheepishly.

“no, no. i was gonna say that… um… it’s my first time, okay?” you murmur, looking away in embarrassment. he freezes, then smiles a bit.

his hand comes up to your chin, gently turning your head so you can look at him. “y/n..” he starts, smiling. “…it’s my first time too.” you freeze— but then smile.

“okay…” you murmur, looking down at where he’s lined up, tip red.

“just.. be gentle, okay?” you murmur, blushing.

he nods, then slowly pushes in. he lets out a little moan, head tipping back.

“fuck.. y/n… you’re so-..” he moans, bottoming out inside you. you moan, biting your lip. he pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling of his surprisingly thick cock stretching you out. you’d expect for such a needy idiot like him, he’d have a small dick, but he *very* much doesn’t.

slowly, Denji starts moving. his thrusts are gentle at first, the wet, lewd sounds of your wet pussy echo throughout the bathroom.

Denji slowly speeds up, his moans getting louder, you yelp, his cock hitting a spot inside you.

“fuck!! ri-right there— Denji!!” you moan, squirming. Denji moves faster, losing himself in you. his thrusts get rougher, pounding into you as his tip punches your cervix. you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist as your eyes roll back. you kiss him, muffling each others moans. the wet sounds get louder, the sound of skin on skin echoing. the kiss is rough, tongues swirling around, exploring eachothers mouths.

your arms wrap around his neck. finally breaking the kiss to breathe.

“f-feel so good.. *fuuuck*, Denji… i’m gonna— i- fuck!!” you moan loudly, about to cum.

“y-y/n, where do you want it— quick!” he blurts out, his hips pounding into yours.

“i-inside…!” you choke out, clenching around his cock.

that does it, his hips pound into yours faster now. pounding once, twice, and he spills inside you. he moans loudly, his head tipping back. his cum paints your insides, it feels so good you just might pass out.

after a while, you finally look up at him, smirking.

“you good?” you murmur, looking at him.

“yeah..” he breathes out, never pulling out.

after a while of a comfortable silence, he looks up at you, smirking.

“wanna go again?”