More Than Just For Groping - Denji x reader
Anime/Manga: Chainsaw Man
Note: Can you tell I also love boobs by these posts? Denji loves tits, gender neutral language. This got way more explicit than intended as I was writing it.
You must be joking if you think Denji's love of tits stops at just touching.
Sure he's always dreamed of touching them, imagined what it'd be like to fondle some big, soft breasts with his own bare hands.
He's cum just to the thought of how they would feel, getting to squeeze a nice pair of warm tits in his calloused hands. Would callouses bother tits? he's wondered that after his head cleared a little too.
But, he never thought he'd get to touch any boobs before he died, and was too young and unexperienced to think there was anything more to it than touching.
So when your chest is bare in front of his face, his painfully hard erection unable to stop grinding against you through his boxers, he really hopes he doesn't start hyperventilating right now because he feels like it.
Then your hand goes to the back of his head, fingers threading through sweaty hair and he thinks you'll pull, he always moans when you tug his hair during make outs and though this moment can't get any better, somehow that would still make it.
But you don't. Your hand is gentle but firm, pulling him closer. Downward, and for a second he thinks he gets the message. He marks up your neck any time you let him and he's happy to try, but really isn't sure he can even concentrate on biting you right now as he jerks up against you without the slightest bit of self control.
Wrong. He was so wrong. And his mind goes completely blank when you've guided him down so his open mouth fits onto your nipple perfectly.
Denji has lost his mind. Body seizing up when his lips meet your tip. His head feels like jelly, body on fire and he couldn't guess if there's more blood rushing to his cheeks or his dick when quietly you murmur to him that he's "Such a good boy"
He wants to collapse, hips snapping against you the second those words reach his ears, he can't think but luckily his body knows what to do. What's he's supposed to do.
His white knuckle grip leaves the sheets below you and wraps around you for dear life, humping feverishly in his spot between your legs, muffled moan against your breast as your legs wrap around his back pulling him closer.
Your breast. Denji runs his tongue along your pebbled nipple, teeth grazing ever so lightly making you keen up towards him, he suckles your breast and it's the only thing he ever wants to do. Mind fuzzy with nothing but the need for MORE,
His legs want to give out from how quickly he's grinding against you, pressing his cock to you as much as he can, boxers so thoroughly soaked with precum he can barely feel them anymore,
He doesn't care. He needs you, the smell of you all around him, the feeling of you pressed against him as flush as he can possibly manage, the taste of your breast and the feel of your now sore nipple on his tongue, it's too much and could never be enough.
He can't hear you, somewhere that seems far away you've been praising him, calling him your good boy, your needy puppy, but the blood rushing in his ears has blocked out everything while his senses are positively on fire.
It starts to hurt, honestly. From pleasure to pain with how hard Denji's sucking on your nipple, you can imagine the large red mark, hell even a damn hickey around it now. And the way his hips hammer against yours like a bunny in heat, slamming the headboard to the wall hard enough to dent it.
You try to pull him off, tightly weaving your fingers in his hair and trying to yank him back, only getting a long, pornographic groan from him and his lust filled eyes rolling back as he cums against you. body stilling with only a few last stuttered jerks, cum spraying into his ruined shorts, his vision goes white and for a minute he thinks he has died. Died in the most glorious way and reached whatever level of Nirvana there is.
Denji collapses against you. His body more spent than ever before, everything feels tingly, his head is full of cotton, his dick quite possibly numb, his face had fallen into the crook of your neck with his last body shaking groan.
He is ruined. He looks beautiful. Something you love to see, love to know you're the only one to ever do this to him. To fill him with such pleasure he can hardly breathe.
Denji's exhausted beyond belief, he can't move. He certainly can't get up, and could absolutely not care less about doing so. He wants to sleep, only one thing could be better than sleep.
You're brushing his hair back, sweat soaked bangs plastered to his forehead, reveling in the aftermath of it all when you feel him move. You can already tell what he's about to do, and quickly shift his focus from the boob he's already sucked raw to the other before he can latch on again.
He's slowly, gently sucking on your tit with his eyes closed, you aren't sure if you want to roll your eyes or not. But he readjusts his arms around you, still holding you to him, but more comfortably, his legs hanging off the end of the bed while your back rests against pillows, going to sleep.
You wonder through your own tired mind if he'll suffocate like that, lips latched around your nipple suckling tenderly as he finally passes out from exhaustion.
But, you think, he wouldn't mind it that's how he did.