#denji fluff

he likes the weight of it, and the fluffy soft feeling. it's nice to feel and squish, fondle and hold, sleep on and bite. yeah he's into those yummy fluffy pillows.

"denji, baby, i really have to get ready for work." you whine when he sucks a sixth hickey into your skin, in between the valley of your boobs. he sure is taking his damn time.

"i jush.. luf.. your tifths.." he murmurs, mouth still suctioned on your skin and his eyes shimmers when he glances at you from under his lashes. oh he's so cute. he's so cute..!

you bring a hand to his head and pet his golden locks, his tongue licking the bruise he's made and smiles sweetly at you, eyes crinkling with satisfaction.

"denji-kun." you tease, grabbing the tufts of messy hair and gently tugged, "please let go baby, you can suck on my tits later okay?"

he whines and latches onto your waist like a clingy sloth to a tree, his face rubs into your tummy as he childishly whines, "don't wanna!! why'd ya have to go when i'm not done yet!" his large amber eyes are staring straight into you 'have some compassion!' it says.

"okay, hey, i swear that the moment i get home you can do whatever you want." your brows furrow when he makes a small noise of denial and you take his face between your palms,

"denji you are the sweetest boy ever, you know i can't skip work." you sigh when he nosed your clothed stomach in attempt to make you change your mind, it honestly kind of works.

"ya always leave me hangin’ " he releases you from his hold hesitantly but you take his cheek and gently kissed his forehead.

you held one of his hands and placed it over the swell of your chest, "last squeeze before i leave?" his greedy hands are on your boobs again and groped the tender flesh between his fingers.

"mmm.. niicee." his dazed smile are all teeth when he leans forward and plants his face in between your cleavage.

you pinch his ear with a roll of your eyes, "alright that's enough big guy." when you stood up to leave he made grabby hands at you.

..whatever, he'll just make due with your shirt over a pillow.

wc; 900

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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

cw : est. relationship, aftercare, sex mentioned, implied mutual virginity loss, fluff, physical affection, slight goofball Denji, slightly suggestive, pet names, teasing, timeskip! denji, & not proofread.

ⓘ Featuring 𝓓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢... proposes with a ring pop as aftercare !

Denji's hands shook slightly as you lay down on his chest. He was slowly catching his breath & quickly wrapped an arm around your hip & stroked the soft, bare skin.

He was keeping his thoughts away from what the two of you'd just done: how good you made him feel, how good he'd made you feel, how surprisingly gentle he wanted to be & God, how pretty you'd sounded.

He'd never heard anything sexier in his whole life.

Nothing he'd imagined before could even compare to how exhilarating it felt.

The only thing that kept him from jumping up, running around & gushing about it was how perfect you looked pressed up against him. He couldn't ruin that.

"You okay?" Denji whispered, hand pausing as you lifted your head to smile at him; the smudged mascara on your cheek sent a spark through him.

Fuck… You looked even prettier looking at him like that.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay. Just… processing, Denji." You hummed, lulling your head back against his chest. "Not every day… that happens."

"God, I'd like it to." Denji blurted out, freezing up as he realized what he'd just said; the thought of getting to do that daily sent his blood rushing south, & he adjusted the blanket over his lap subtly.

"Hey! No!" You hissed jokingly, swatting at his crotch over the blanket. "I meant… firsts, Denji. Goodness, keep it soft."

"Aw, baby!" He pouted, swatting your ass lightly. "You tease me too much. I thought you wanted it daily."

Denji pressed a quick kiss to your temple as you huffed. "I didn't say I wanted that or not, you know; you're imagining things." You rested your hand firmly against his abs. "Just, keep doing that thing with your hand from earlier—it felt like heaven."

Not a second later, he was back to caressing your hip again, slower this time as he watched your peaceful expression grow softer.

Denji took a slow inhale before kissing your temple again. "That was amazing, you know? I'm glad it was with you. I needed that more than you know."

You leaned up with a soft giggle escaping your lips, cupping his jaw before catching his lips in a quick kiss. "You, my love… are a total dork…" You stopped, a fluster growing in your demeanor, before tucking yourself back against his side. "I'm glad it was with you, too."

"Hey now, this dork was driving you crazy not ten minutes ago." He teased, bringing his free hand to caress your cheek, dragging you up to meet his gaze.

"Baby! No!" you hissed, curling the blanket up. "Don't just talk about it; that's so embarrassing." You shoved your face against his smooth chest with a huff, almost pinning him down.

"Is this your way of keeping me in place? Do you want to cuddle?" Denji mused, stroking your back slowly. "You could have just said that."

"Fine," you sighed, adjusting yourself on top of him to nestle comfortably into his shoulder. "My body still feels like it's floating, & you, you're so warm, & for whatever reason, cuddling's making me feel better... plus, can't you feel my breasts like this if we stay still?"

Denji let out a short snort at your words before freezing up as you glared at him. "Oh! No, no. Baby, that was sweet. It's just funny—you think you need to bribe me with boobs, so I'd cuddle? I'd do anything you asked, boobs or not."

He huffed out another snort. "Thought you needed to let me feel em' to cuddle. Please. Anything you want, just tell me, okay?" He mused, pulling you closer as his grin grew wider.

"Denji, you know how I love you so, so, so much?" You mumbled, nuzzling against his shoulder as he nodded.

"Yes? I like to think we make it very obvious to each other how much we love one another." He purred, grasping the plump flesh of your ass teasingly before quickly rubbing your hip again. "You make it quite clear at least," Denji whispered, tucking the blanket over your shoulder.

"Well… after sex, the participants are typically quite tired. They take a breather... share a snack, physical affection, I don't know, talk while they reregulate..." You explained, trailing a hand up his chest, rapping your fingers slowly. "I'm dying to just cuddle until my legs don't feel all tingly anymore."

"Oh. Oh. Oh." Denji's eyes slowly widened, and a crimson blush quickly filled his cheeks. "Oh my god, baby, I can't believe I didn't even think about getting you a snack." He groaned, dragging his free hand down his face before moving to stroke the small of your back. "Do you—"

He cut himself off, moving to sit back up, before you dragged him back down next to you. "Let me put this simply: move, and I'll bite you until you lie back down." You hissed, leaving your boyfriend speechless as he blinked at you.

Fuck that was new—but why did he kind of like it?

 "I have some candy in my drawers, chocolate bars, gummies, lollipops, Ring Pops, anything you want, I probably have." He explained, motioning to his nearby nightstand. "I won't have to get up."

You huffed out a laugh against his skin, the sensation of the blowing air sending a quick spark up his spine as his eyes fluttered.

You knew just how to ruin him.

"Yeah… I'd like something sweet." You nodded lazily, almost nuzzling into him as he swung aimlessly at the nightstand, tugging the drawer open just enough to pull the baggie of miscellaneous candies out

"So… you think you're going to be like this every time we have sex?" He whispered, a slight hint of tease lacing his tone. You could tell he wasn't against the idea from how much he was melting into your touch, following your skin with each slight shift.

"Mm. No, I don't think so." You sighed, lazily blinking up at him & stroked his cheek. "I think this time I just don't want you to go since you know… tonight's special."

He let out a quiet hum at that, pausing to think for a moment as he placed the bag of candy between your stomachs.

"Yeah?"Denji nodded, taking out a chocolate bar & motioned for you to grab yourself something. "That's good to know."

 You peeled yourself off of him with a sleepy huff, before wiping your cheeks lazily & planting a quick kiss to his jaw, letting him sit up beside you.

You fished out a pack of gummies, ripping them open & passing him one just as he opened the chocolate bar. "You're so sweet, Denji. Most guys wouldn't have tried… God, they're just not you." You sighed, bumping your shoulder against his.

You peeled yourself off him with a soft huff, wiping your cheeks lazily before kissing him on the cheek.

You grabbed a pack of gummies, ripping them open & handing him one as Denji opened his candy bar. "You're sweet, Den. Most guys aren't as... well, they're just not you." You hummed, bumping your shoulder with his.

He smiled, lazily bumping you back. "Yeah? Well… you're sweeter, love." Denji sighed dreamily, popping the gummy in his mouth, "When you want to be at least." He tore you a piece of his chocolate before sinking against the heardboard

"You see why snacks are so important?" You teased, slowly brushing through his hair. "It's domestic. You know, some people can ever make the after better than the sex.'

Denji leaned into your touch as soon as the caress came, sending you a quick pout with a quiet whine. "I'm doing this right… right?"

The look he shot you was soft yet guarded, like he was prepared for you to tell him he was doing this entirely wrong.

You froze, tugging playfully on his hair, ignoring the crimson flooding your cheeks once more before nodding. "Yes. You've done… exceptional, in both departments, Denji."

"Yeah?" His eyes lit up & he placed the half-eaten candy bar on his nightstand. "So it's been… special?"

"Idiot," you groaned, tossing another gummy in your mouth before tracing his jaw slowly, admiring the soft skin. "Yes. I don't know how else to word it. You've made tonight very special for me, Denji. I only hope I've made it as special for you."

"With how you said my name earlier? Nothing will ever be as special as that for as long as I live." He mumbled, kissing your wrist, his soft lips causing your eyes to flutter.

Fuck, why was he so good at doing that?

"Hey! No—god—that's embarrassing, Denji." You hissed, swatting at him playfully before he caught your wrist & kissed up the flesh slowly.

"I meant it," he assured, locking eyes with you. "I don't think anything can compare ever again. You are a masterpiece, and I'm lucky to have felt you."

"I'm… wow." Your voice cracked, eyes welling up with tears as Denji pulled you closer. "Keep this up and I'm marrying you one day, idiot."

"Please?" he whispered, bringing his hand up to push your hair away from your cheeks. "Please."

That's just not fair.

"Fuck, you can't just say 'please' like that, Denji," you rasped, grasping his hand to intertwine your fingers together as you blinked back the threatening tears.

"Why not? Is it working?" He pouted, giving your hand a quick squeeze as you nodded. "Then why would I stop?"

"Because I'm tired, and you're looking at me like that, saying 'please' about marrying me is not going to help me sleep tonight." You huffed out, Denji slapping around his lap for a moment till you heard the crinkle of the candy bag.

"Just a second." Denji tore his eyes away from you and nearly dumped the snacks out, looking for something until he pulled out a ring pop.

"We're having a moment, and you decide it's lollipop time?" You sighed, fighting back a fit of giggles at his furrowed brow. "Jesus, babe."

"Hush for a second." He groaned, letting go of your hand so he could properly rip open the packaging & hold up the Ring Pop.

"Uhm… Okay?" You nodded, resting your hands in your lap, nodding for him to do whatever on earth he was doing.

"Y/N, L/N. I've known for a while how much I love you. But until tonight, it hadn't fully clicked to me how deeply it ran, and now you've teasingly said you wanted to marry me… I'm wholeheartedly admitting it. I'd marry you right now without a heartbeat if possible—will you take this Ring Pop and know how much I love you?"

He rambled on, & with each heartfelt word, you felt the tears you'd fought so hard to get down spill down your cheeks.

"Idiot," you hissed, arms shooting out to crush him to your chest. "You're so stupid sometimes I don't even—God, you're perfect. You're perfect, Denji."

"So… one day, you want to get married?" He whispered in your ear, careful with the ring pop, so you two wouldn't break it in two.

"Yeah… I think we're going to get married one day." You nodded, kissing his shoulder as he grasped one of your hands, slipping the candy ring on slowly.

"Thank you." He whispered in your ear, only for you to shoot back and raise an eyebrow, pulling your hand free before he pulled it back. "Wait—"

"Denji?" You giggled, leaning closer till your noses almost brushed. "Did you just thank me for being open to marrying you one day?"

He couldn't believe himself. He'd just secured the bag of a lifetime & said 'Thank you!' ' right after.

"I mean—fuck—I know you probably didn't want that to be my first reaction to that. I meant thank you for…" He groaned roughly, trailing off as he watched your kind expression. "Thank you for being you and putting up with me."

⤷ ゛COOKIE MONSTER ˎˊ˗

Denji reaally wants to eat you out ! But its just so embarassing...

You were pressed against Denji on the worn-out sofa of Aki's living room, his lips moving against yours with a hungry, slightly clumsy intensity that made your toes curl.

His hands were everywhere—tangled in your hair, gripping your hips, running up and down your back—it was as though they couldn't decide where to go. Not to say all of this made it a bad kiss or anything! It was a good kiss, its just that only you seemed to know where to put your hands—tangled in the messy strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, like usual.

He pulled back first, gasping for air like he'd just ran a marathon or something. His pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen and wet, and he looked at you in that way that made your stomach do gymnastics.

"Hey," He muttered as your lips disconnected, eyes never leaving your own, "Can I...like...can I eat you out?"

The question hung in the air between you. Your brain, which had been happily short-circuiting from the kissing, suddenly rebooted off of pure adrenaline. A jolt of excitement shot through you—almost a bit like being hit by lightning, just way more exhilarating and way less lethal.

"Yeah!" You blurted out, the words bursting from your lips far too loud and far too eager. You might have just woken Pochita up from his nap, and you most definitely scared both yourself and Denji.

You quickly tried to backtrack as a wave of heat flushed over your entire body, woefully praying for the sofa to just gobble you whole, "I mean– yeah. I guess."

Super smooth.

A huge, brilliant grin split across Denji's face, completely erasing any hint of your embarrassment, "Yay!" He cheered, literally pumping his hand up in the air as he slid off the sofa, landing on his knees in front of you with a weirdly loud thud.

His hands, warm and slightly calloused, hooked into the waistband of your pajama shorts. He tugged them down before hooking his fingers into the side of your panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion that was actually surprisingly coordinated for him.

The cool air finally hit your exposed skin as a fresh wave of self-consciousness washed over you.

He was just...staring. Like some freak degenerate.

Just as he started to lean forward, you panicked, "Wait!" You squeaked, hands flying down to push gently against the top of his head.

He froze, looking up at you with wide, confused eyes, "Huh?"

Your face felt like it was on fire. You couldn't bare to meet his gaze, your eyes fixed on a loose thread dangling from a squashed pillow.

All of this was different. This was all up close and personal.

He'd touched you before every now and then during particularly heavy make-out sessions, his fingers exploring shyly under your clothes as you did the same to him, getting each other off since both of you were just a little too scared to go all the way yet.

But this? This was him putting his face right there. He'd never actually seen it before—it just felt weird.

"It's just..." You murmured, "You're...staring."

Denji blinked, his confusion slowly melting into understanding. He leaned back a little forming a gap between you asides from his firm grip on your thighs.

"So?" He was acting scarily nonchalant right now, "Everything about you is pretty. And cute. Like your face– your face is super cute. So are your hands. And your weird, ugly laugh is cute. Why would this be any different?" His eyes flickered to your exposed cunt before lifting back to you, his words entirely sincere.

"And I reeeeaaalllyyyy wanna do this. Pleeeassseee?" And the words were just so whiny that you were surprised he didn't start flailing his arms and kicking his legs like a baby, to be honest.

You let your grip loosen on his hair, instead opting to loosely massage his scalp in encouragement.

"Yeah," You whispered, meeting his gaze, "I just...got shy."

"You're just too cute," He gleamed, leaning in again, although this time slower just incase you change your mind again, "'m gonna make you forget aaallll about being shy and embarrassed."

Thank the Gods above that he is weirdly skilled with his tongue.

“mmf…” he mumbled into the warmth of your chest, his face buried there. his arms were wrapped tight around your torso as you rested your face in his hair, fingers gently tracing shapes on his back.

you both loved mornings like this. soft, slow, easy and gentle. it just felt right, and neither of you ever wanted the moment to end.

the both of you were well aware that the other wasn’t sleeping, and also well aware of the late morning sun peeking through the curtains, but you didn’t care. the only thing that mattered was denji and you right now.

he nuzzled impossibly closer into your neck, like he couldn’t stand not being entirely pressed against you.

his breaths were warm against your neck, nose brushing your throat softly. every time you shifted, he would shift as well.

~~~

an hour and a half passed. it was almost noon, and you still hadn’t moved. however, your body was beginning to ache, and you were incredibly thirsty.

you assumed maybe denji had fallen asleep, but he hadn’t. the moment you tried to shift and sit up, delicately unwrapping his arms from around you, he just gripped you tighter.

“where’re you goin’?” he asked, eyes fluttering open as his head tilted up to look at you.

“we have to get up. it’s late.” you replied simply, voice a low murmur.

he shook his head and whimpered softly, burying his face in your neck again. he wrapped his arms tighter around you, practically immobilizing you.

you let out a soft sigh of defeat. it was saturday anyway, what was another hour in bed? relaxing back into the sheets, he let out a contented breath against your skin and pressed a soft kiss to your throat.

of course, a few more hours turned into the whole day. denji had that effect on you.

|| a/n: me coping with the end of chainsaw man…

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