#denji csm

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Denji, who gives up his seat on the train for you because that's what guys with hearts do for pretty girls like yourself.

Denji, whose impulsive behavior can get the better of him. Who still needs guidance on how to socialize and desires to finally belong to something—someone.

Denji, who grew up on his own without much of a compass, still relies on you to do the simpler things, in which you don't mind, because why would you?

Denji, who would get his ass kicked for you over and over again if that meant seeing a smile on your face.

Denji, who is totally a dog person. He wanted one that reminded him of Pochita or himself. He settled on a shiba inu, but you had told him that he reminded you more of a chihuahua. He purposely burnt your breakfast for weeks.

Denji, who has Aki's voice in his head, still giving him some sort of advice because he was the only guy he could talk to about his girl troubles.

Denji, who still gets nightmares from his past. Who holds you closer when they get too real, when he could really feel the warm blood on his skin or the lump in his throat. You rest your head on his heart and listen to it beat; to show that it's real, to show he's real.

Denji, who enjoys dancing with you. Despite his ineptitude, he saw it in a rom-com once and wanted to try it with his one and only. Now, it's become a tradition every few weeks to take his hand and sway with him, with the biggest, goofiest smile plastered on his face.

"I uh- saw this inna movie once, and I wanted to— is this okay?" He'd ask, taking your hand in his and leading you to the living room. His hands met your waist in a slow and passionate dance, as golden blond hair tickled your neck. Denji felt safe in your arms, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

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Denji, who showers you in affection and loves unconditionally. He rests his head between your thighs and worships your very being, and then some. Who's asked for the bare minimum and goes beyond that. Who treats you how you deserve and uses his tongue and fingers the way he knows you like it, because to him, sex isn't a necessity but a gift. A sacred inauguration between the two of you.

This man is such a giver, always putting your pleasure first. Denji's sweaty palms met yours, tangled in shared sheets as he kissed the parts of your neck he knew were sensitive, knew that made you squirm and writhe underneath him; he'll give you everything you want before even thinking about himself.

Denji, who eats pussy like a 5-course meal. He's so careful with you because he knows his teeth are sharp; the last thing he'd want to do is cause you pain! He holds your legs on his shoulders and rubs your ankles all the way up to your thighs, and he realizes he's never been able to treat a girl like this. So he doesn't care if you squeeze his head too tight or if you tug his hair on impulse because he's right where he wants to be. He works you open with his fingers, curling them in just the right places, then he adds his tongue, lapping and sucking in your throbbing wetness, and looks up at you with those eyes, like he's on cloud 9 and he's never coming back down. He'd never overstimulate you, but it's hard for him to call it quits when he's going down on you.

Denji, who grew up to be more of a hands guy. And I know, I know, but stay with me. He still loves your tits just as much as younger Denji would, but he's noticed that he loves the feel of them in his hands more. He loves it when the fat of them mush together and drip out on the sides. Don't even get him started on your hands. They're so soft and small compared to his, and he likes watching you use them. To cook, brush his hair, clean around the house, just about everything and anything. But for intimacy... well; he loves it when you rub his pecks and work your way down to his stomach, then his hips— and even further down, and he just can't keep quiet for the life of him— and his eyes can't move away from where your connected as he watches you skillfully pump his dick the way he used to only ever see in pornos and— and—

Denji, who is so, so loud. The only pleasure he's ever received was from himself, so having someone who genuinely cares about him, making him feel so much better than his own hand does, was far greater than a dream come true. And, God, he's always so whiny, always begging to be touched, for you to be the tiniest bit softer, or the usual incoherent babble when he's close. When your warm walls clench him too tightly, and he just can't shut up.

"heh- Lighten up a bit! Y-you could be softer with your own boyfrien' right?"

"Is uh— is sex supposed to feel this good cus' hmph fuck babe.." he'd say this every time like it's his first time with you??

"Holy shit, pussys so warm I might die... babe 'm close- please- ya' gotta give it to me... cmon'"

"Gonna cum in ya'— fill you up so good and then- mgh— we'll watch a movie n'— fall asleep in each— ughh —other's arms, n'—"

safe to say you shut him up, and did exactly that <3

boyfriend!Denji who has ZERO romantic experience with women, and so when he starts dating you, he believes all there is to a relationship is kissing, sex, kissing and more sex...

boyfriend!Denji who can't keep his hand or eyes off of you. whether that be holding your hand as he skips past civilians on the road, as you try to keep up with him, holding you so tight at night you think he's forgotten you need oxygen. and the way he's constantly stating at you as if you hung the moon itself.

boyfriend!Denji who gets so flustered when you kiss him out of nowhere, he forgets how to breathe. his eyes genuinely go wide, his brain buffering like a lagging video. but only seconds he’s chasing your lips again like a starved puppy who finally found food.

boyfriend!Denji who acts tough around everyone else- power, hayakawa, even makima, but the second he catches you looking at him from across the room, he practically melts. and when you cup his face when you kiss him, his head tilts into your palm like he’s never been touched gently before (because honestly, he hasn't. not like this).

boyfriend!Denji who brags about being your boyfriend to anyone who’ll listen—then gets shy when you overhear him. “I wasn’t bragging or anything... i just want people should know I got someone cool, y’know?”

boyfriend!Denji who doesn’t understand the difference between romantic and domestic, so now he’s walking around your apartment shirtless, taking hour long baths in your bathtub, eating sttange concoctions he's made he swears taste great on your couch like he lives there. You’d tell him to leave, but he grins stupidly and offers you a bite. (you agree, and try to hide the slight shock on your face when you realise its not the WORST thing you've ever tasted...)

boyfriend!Denji who doesn’t say “I love you” often, because the words feel too big, but when you catch him watching his side of the bed when he thinks you're asleep, with that goofy smile, you know he means it anyway.

boyfriend!Denji who never knew what real love was like, but when he met you he knew instantly you were the one, his person, his everything

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Denji x AFAB Reader NSFW — p1

In which Denji plays with your tits for hours.

content: busty!reader, pervy!denji, lazy intimacy, breast fixation, oral fixation(receiving), dirty talk, dry humping, pure smut.

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Denji knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself, here you were knelt between his legs looking up at him with those doe eyes, oh how innocent you were he thought to himself. Earlier he had told you that he was, “feeling unwell” and the only way he could get better is if you could suck him off, warning you not to tell anyone because this something kept between best friends only!

He unbuckled his belt, then led your hands to his zipper encouraging you to take it off, sitting up slightly as you led his pants to his ankles. There was a wet patch on his boxers, mesmerised unable to look away from his bulge. His eyes hazy with lust “you’re gonna help me feel better, right?” you look up at him and nod slowly. He lifts his hips up once again to pull his boxers down.

His tip is slick flushed an angry shade of red, drooling with pre-come, desperately begging to be sucked a prominent vein bulging out . You don’t what it is but you feel a weird wetness between your legs. “Don’t be scared, ‘m gonna guide you kay.” He takes his member in his hand slapping the tip on your cheek before telling you to “open wide”, placing his tip in your mouth “shit..” the warmth wetness tempting him to use your throat like a cocksleeve. 

He placed a hand on the top of your head and slowly began to push down letting out a strained whimper, “mmh, I’m starting to feel better already” once you reached the base of his cock he kept you there for a few seconds, not being able to breathe your throat contracted around him, ripping a strangled groan out of him before he guided you off giving you a sec on to catch your breath. 

“‘m gonna go a bit rougher this time, you wanna help me out right?” his voice sultry, he shifted your hair into a makeshift ponytail and placed his tip on you tongue once again, roughly shoving himself in and out of your mouth the room filled with sounds of you choking as you throat continued to contract around him “good girl—fuck—helping your best friend feel better”

Your lips were red and swollen, tears falling down on your face, but denji was too lost in pleasure to care, he’s your best friend so he can make it up to you later right? “haah-shit-i’m so close, don’t stop” he pushes you all the way down groaning “haah — you feel so warm ‘m coming, swallow kay” you taste something salty but not unpleasant spilling into your mouth,  doing exactly as your told you don’t let a drop go to waste, feeling him soften in your mouth.