Merry Christmas From Denji

Merry Christmas from Denji ♥️

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READ AND FALL IN LOVE LIKE I DID ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

18+ MDNI (all content belongs to me @mosesa )

content warnings at beginning of each work, usually all F!reader unless otherwise specified, no csm spoilers in any of these rn, heart for favs

The Texas Pussy Massacre (monster fucking) ♡

Sitting on his face (smut)

Denji x codependent gf reader one shot

Denji x clingy gn! reader drabble

Sassy bf Denji hcs

More bf Denji hcs ♡

denji bf hcs part 3

Denji sucking ur tits while ur sleeping drabble (smut)

Hayakawa household smokes weed hcs

Study Sessions (semi public sex) ♡

Asking Denji to hit u in bed (smut)

Pussy magnet Denji x reader

Denji x shy reader one shot (smut)

Denji x gyaru girlfriend fluff

..

And my Aki works:

Aki hayakawa bf hcs ♡

Aki bf hcs p2

Aki x shy reader hcs

Plus my 2 Armin drabbles lol

Drunk armin does ur skincare fluff

Condescending bf armin helps u @ bank

REQUESTS:

I take a while to get to them but I appreciate them!! & I might change the prompt around or not do it if I’m super not into it,, but no judgement or kinkshaming,, i’m down to write dc, fluff or anything in between 💘

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If you do sub denji stuff could you ever done one about him and reader doing some semi public stuff?

study session

Cw: MDNI! Denji x F!Reader, established relationship, she wears a skirt, semi public sex, unprotected sex w the creampie 💘, slight subby Denji, college age/college setting! Wk: about 2k

thanks so so kindly to the lovely @akicore for beta read!!!

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On Friday nights, the last place you’d choose to be is the library, trying to wrap your head around calculus concepts. And yet here you sit, the clock just reaching 8pm and with enough work remaining to bury you here the whole weekend. You’re proud of how much progress you’re making though, with the help of a new lo-fi beats playlist you found on spotify to keep you focused. Your boyfriend, believe it or not, is also quite focused beside you. Only instead of the research project he came here to work on, Denji’s attention is fixed on the little scraggly flowers he’s been doodling on his notebook margins for the past five minutes.

Suddenly your music cuts off anticlimactically, and the song that was playing is replaced by the dull buzzing of the library lights above you, and the soft hum of a few other people talking and moving about the big room. You sigh—your headphones must have died.

You shift your eyes off of your laptop screen for the first time in too long, feeling them burn slightly from the uninterrupted staring and peek at Denji, finding him absorbed in a drawing he’s making.

“How’s your progress?”

Denji jumps, this is the first time either of you have said anything in almost an hour.

“God. You scared me. Uhh,” he looks down at his brainstorming, “honestly, i’m pretty checked out for the day! Researching stuff sucks. This essay’ll just have to write itself some other time.”

“Essays don’t tend to do that. But i’m sorry—I didn’t even notice you were done here, you must have been so bored!”

“Nah don’t worry about it, I only gave up just recently. Wasn’t bored.”

“Want me to look over what you have? I could try and give some tips.”

Next thing Denji knew, you were sliding up next to him on his bench, sitting unnecessarily close to look at his laptop and notes.

Not that I’m complaining though, Denji thinks as he scoots closer against your plush thighs. The neckline of his tee shirt you were borrowing droops lower on you than it does on him, and somehow when you lean close to talk it opens to a perfect view of your braless chest. He can’t focus on a word you’re saying.

“Denji? Denji!”

He slow blinks back up to your eyes. When you raise your eyebrows he shakes his head to clear it.

“What was that?”

You huff and then, to Denji’s utter astonishment, grab his hand and shove it under the waistband of your skirt, sliding it over your panties. The fabric is sticky and soaked.

“Woah.” His cock twitches in his pants. He looks around quickly at the near-empty library, you both are sitting in a corner and no one seems to be paying attention to you. He automatically starts rubbing you slow through your underwear.

“Didn’t expect you t’be this wet right now.”

You lean your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his.

“You didn’t even-hhh-hear me. Said I was ready to leave,” you inhale shakily, “but now I'm not so sure.”

Denji gives you stupid eyes.

“Ya want me to keep touchin’ you out here?”

You turn your head to bite his shoulder, keeping yourself from moaning when his finger starts circling your clit a bit faster.

“No.”

“No?” Denji’s hand freezes. Then you point a shaky finger at the study room nearby. Denji purses his lips and raises his eyebrows, you can practically hear the silent for real? he’s asking. When you nod in response, you’re both quickly shuffling papers, closing laptops and throwing your things into backpacks.

Denji throws them both over his shoulders and takes your hand, biting his cheek to keep from smiling too much while you grab a few straggling pencils.

When the door to the study room closes you immediately pounce on him—knocking his legs against the table while he tries to carefully set down the backpacks. You’re impatient though, barely letting the straps leave his shoulders before you’re pushing him down, accidentally forcing him to fall back against the hard surface. “Ow!”

There’s a wide-eyed pause while you both listen to see if a librarian’s coming to yell at you for the noise. When there’s only silence, you crawl on top of him, interrupting whatever remark he was about to make with a rushed kiss. He leans onto an elbow to meet you easier, pulling your hips down so you’re straddling his hard cock. And instantly you’re rocking, grinding desperately against him while your skirt rides up and he whines into your mouth.

“Need you so bad,” Denji groans against your lips while he sits up fully—unable to stop his hips from bucking upwards or his needy hands from squeezing and kneading their way to your sides.

“Yeah?” You start grinding more slow and deep, moving careful so the table legs don’t move.

He nods against you, fast and eager, and the next buck of his hips makes the wood beneath you creak.

You put a finger to your lips and pause your movements—a reminder to stay quiet.

Then you’re pulling apart to undo his pants, trying to slow your heavy breathing while he does the same. He’s still a bit twitchy while you work on his belt buckle, accidentally moving his hips towards your touch then blushing when you smile at him.

You successfully unzip them though, and then you have to crawl off the table to help him pull the pants down, fumbling with the denim to come loose. Everything’s hurried, you’re both suddenly so desperate for more that going slow isn’t an option.

So when his pants are finally pulled down, then his boxers too, you’re immediate when you push him back to sit on the table.

You could pause—you might have if you were in one of your rooms. You could worship his thick cock and tell him how pretty it is, you could touch it nice and slow at first and then lick his precum, you could make him go crazy. But you’re in the library and you’re desperate to feel him inside you already; you don’t even know when it closes.

So your panties are ripped off before he can situate himself, then you’re lifting your knees onto the table around him and straddling his hips. Denji’s hands are frozen, he’s so turned on he can barely think let alone move, and he can’t wrap his head around the fact that you’re about to fuck him in the library. He thinks he must be dreaming—he’s certain of it when you spit in your palm and start stroking his dick, getting him ready for your pussy.

“Denji,” you whisper, breaking him out of his trance.

“Hm?” His hands find your thighs.

“S’this… okay?”

“Yeah. Yes.” He nods while he talks, making eye contact with your lips. So you line him up with your entrance, sighing when you feel his tip start to slide in. You’re wet—enough that the initial stretch barely hurts—Denji’s size usually always takes some adjusting to. Then you’re both shakily inhaling as you slowly slide yourself down, and Denji whimpers when you bottom out.

“Y’okay?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his back to pull him close. Denji wraps his arms around you too, dropping his head over your shoulder and breathing in your comforting scent.

“Soo okay.”

You sit still for a moment, heart melting in Denji’s big embrace. You’re so warm now, despite the heavy air conditioning; you love holding him like this—snugly connected in every way. But when you shift a little you’re reminded how stiff his cock is inside you, and how sweet every movement feels. So you roll your hips. Gently at first, but gradually picking up speed. It feels so right, he feels so right. Soon your hands are tangled in his hair while Denji’s lips find your neck, kissing then licking then sucking, likely leaving bruises. You have to bite your lip to keep quiet—your senses overwhelmed.

And so are Denji’s. For him, everything is you, you’re in his lap, in his arms, around his cock, on his tongue. It’s the kind of feeling that makes him wonder how he was functioning without it. When you pull him into a messy kiss, never ceasing the steady movement of your hips, he can’t stop himself from moaning, slurring how soft you feel against your lips.

“Shhh, Denji. I know it feels good but I need you to be quiet.”

You’re panting and holding back moans yourself, trying to maintain enough restraint for the both of you. It’s so easy to forget where you are when he’s hitting all the right places inside of you, sighing sweet words against your skin. It’s easy to get lost in the feeling of his hand sneaking under your shirt, palming your breasts, and then tugging one of your nipples. It’s easy to start slamming down hard the way you know makes Denji Dizzy, forgetting that you’re perched on an old table instead of his bed.

A particularly loud creak of the wood makes you freeze your actions, face heating up. You look at the door again, but then Denji’s lifting your shirt more, stealing your attention when he leans down to drag his lips across your chest.

“Ngh. Denji,” you whine, holding him close and arching your back when he captures a nipple in his mouth. His big hands find your hips again, pulling you up and down, helping you resume your movements.

He has to work to keep his voice quiet when he says “Please don’t stop. Want you to keep goin’.”

What Denji doesn’t realize is that you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. At this point your body is moving without your command, chasing a high that only he can bring. So you pull him up into a new kiss, your lips frenzied against his while his cock hits you perfectly over and over.

Each stroke is more intense with Denji helping you, making him struggle to kiss you back. You can tell he’s getting close the more his lips falter, his jagged breaths filling your ears. So you use his shoulders for leverage, pushing yourself up and down more quickly with their support. At this point you don’t care if the whole library can hear squeaking from the study room, all that matters is that both of you can get each other off soon.

“M’gonna cum.” Denji’s struggling not to groan when he talks.

“Good boy. You’re doin’ so good for me,” you say, gripping his neck and rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You want to burn this image of him in your brain forever—his messy golden hair and lidded eyes, his glossy parted lips. You actually like how the fluorescent study room lights capture him, how you can clearly see all the cute details of his face.

But you like how he looks when he’s cumming best of all, throwing his head back while his eyes scrunch up—the bridge of his nose wrinkling. So you force yourself to keep your eyes open when you reach your high too, riding it out while his hot seed makes a mess under your skirt, watching Denji spasm below you. You barely notice his grip on your sides has become bruising, only feeling the waves of orgasm wash over you, electrifying you in the way that would have rendered you silent even if you were in the privacy of your own room.

Denji has to lean forward again and bury his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his mouth to your skin to keep his noises at bay as his cum is pushed back into you over and over. It’s too much, he’s so sensitive, but he’s not confident he could tell you that without losing control over his voice completely.

When you finally slow your movements around him, and your cunt stops clamping down so tightly, Denji is able to lift his head from your shoulder and meet your eyes. He doesn’t expect to find lust still swimming within them. But then-

“I’m so glad our schedules finally lined up to get this project over with.”

“Me too. Should we find a room?”

You hear other students outside the door, their voices getting closer.

thanks so much for request anon! I also got one for fucking him in a study room so i combined prompts <3

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[4:35 PM] DENJI HAYAKAWA

summary: Denji is touch starved and just wants someone who actually loves him for him.

Denji lies alone in his bed. He always finds himself alone if he really thought about it. Loneliness consumed him like a plague, and it’s not like it was by choice. Most of his days he curses the world for making his life so hard.

He never really asked for much. He wasn’t picky or ungrateful. He did the best with what he had and what he got. He never complained either. If there was ever one chance for him to be selfish about something. He’d choose love.

He wonders what it’s like to be loved by someone. Maybe some people love him. The only people that’d come to mind weren’t around anymore so he never counts it. He also wondered if his perception of love was correct. It’s just he’s never known how, he needed that someone to show him how to love. Not take him for all his worth and leave with it. He hated people like that, he hated people for being so selfish, he hated how naive he was, hated how his love never seemed like enough.

Now Denji could say everything changed when he met you. Yet he didn’t want to admit it. He couldn’t bother getting attached again. For someone who hates to think, you made him overthink a ton.

He’s seen it all. The soft smiles you’d send him, to the loud laughing at his non-funny jokes. Or the way you complimented him, to the way you’d take any opportunity to touch him. He’s not saying these things don’t give him butterflies. They do, he just tries too hard to reject it.

You’ve pursued Denji for a while and it honestly seems suspicious to the poor boy. Thinking you’ve been around too long with only good intentions, he’s not used to it and only assumes the worst out of it. He’s not good with words either, so it’s hard for you to pick up that he’s had some rough “relationships”. He sees himself in you, all these days you spend your time giving him your love.

Denji is convinced that every pretty girl he’s come across is a spawn of satan. Yet he feels so different when he's with you, he doesn’t know if what he’s feeling is right but his heart yearns for you. So when you finally get the courage to profess your love to him, he thinks maybe you are different. He’s never had a girl actually tell him they loved him. They’d only take advantage of his horny fantasies and use them against him. (Not saying he regretted some of those things) Yet, you pointed out things he hadn’t even known about himself. You saw through his flaws and were patient with him.

Denji lays in his bed, but this time he isn’t alone. You’re right beside him, matching his shallow breaths. You hold his hand as you guys lay within proximity. Your guy's foreheads touch as your other hand moves a strand of hair from his eyes, tracing his features. Denji closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of your soft lips placing pecks all over his face.

He no longer curses the world for making his life so hard.

Yet he smiles at the thought of being able to finally know how it feels to be loved by someone.

© 2022 k0za — do not repost, translate, modify or copy my work.

a long time is what forever is ♡ hayakawa aki x fem!reader

aki has always been your home

cw: 18+ explicit, little bit of angst, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie, dacryphilia, size kink, belly bulge, brief mention of blood, petnames (honey, good girl, sweetheart) wc: 2k

an: i love the idea of aki laughing it just warms my heart ok guys I wish we got that ♡ thanks @mosesa for beta reading

18+ minors dni

When was the last time you had seen him? The last time you had felt those lanky arms wrap tightly around you? The last time he had picked you up and swung you around like a little kid? When was the last time your ears had been graced with the sound of his beautiful laugh—a laugh that felt more like home than the house you grew up in?

Hayakawa Aki. He was your home and you had been away from him for years. And yet, there he was—arm around the shoulder of his friend, drink in hand, and laughing. God that laugh, it was a rare thing seeing him laugh, but when he did the whole room seemed lighter. 

You wondered if you should walk over to him—interrupt their good time. Would he even want to see you? After all of it? After the blood and tears and broken hearts, just so you would be safe? Would he tremble like you did? Stutter when he spoke? Let tears run down his face. Joy, anger, sorrow—the build up of years apart? Would he still feel like you did? 

The last time you had seen him blood had been dripping down his face as the two of you hid from the devil that had been set on ripping you apart. Aki had frowned, a tear falling down his face, as the tone in his voice conveyed more than his words of ‘get the fuck out of here and don’t look back’ would ever tell you.

God he was fucking beautiful. The way his bangs fell in his face, the way his nose scrunched up as he smiled. Perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever met and had ever lost.

Years without him. Without the love of your life. Without the man you had promised to love forever.

That thought—promised to love forever. That was it, the reason you had found yourself walking towards them. He had promised too. Promised he would love you for eternity as you laid on the roof of an abandoned building staring up at the stars. Hand in hand. A quick glance. A brief squeeze. Eternity. That was the promise.

“Aki.” 

You said it as confidently as you could. you had straightened your back, held your head high, and said his name. 

He froze, swallowing hard. He knew that voice—your voice. He could have picked it out of a crowd of thousands, he was sure of it. A voice he had heard say his name a million times before. He turned. Faced you. The liquor in his cup sloshed back and forth. He was trembling. You. He hadn’t seen you in years—he had dreamed of you though. Spent every single night looking at the empty side of his bed and thought of what you would look like there. A bed you had never slept in, an apartment you had never stepped foot in. You would lay there in one of his shirts and smile at him. You would tell him how much you loved him. How, after everything, you were glad you had met each other, you were glad that out of every single person in the world, you had met him. You had fallen in love with him. You would never be torn apart again. God, it was only ever a dream, but what a dream it was. What a dream to have you back in his life, to make love to you every single day, to kiss your plush lips, to whisper I love you in your ear every morning and every night. But only a dream. Only ever a fucking dream. 

But now… now you were right in front of him. Your voice—fuck he wanted you to say his name again. He needed it. And so he just stared at you, silently begging you to say his name. One more time. Just one more time. That’s what he needed to know you were real. 

“Aki.” Your voice was less confident, the tremor in it hit your ears and made your stomach turn. 

The warmth of his hand on your face made you jump. You hadn’t realized, in the haze of your nervousness, that he had reached up to cup your cheek. He needed to make sure it wasn’t a dream, needed to feel the heat of your skin, make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

You leaned into it. “A-Aki. Fuck.” You wished you could say anything else. Anything more than his name. No other words came to your foggy mind as his thumb ran back and forth over your bottom lip—just like he had always done. 

“Love. What are you doing here?” Aki wasn’t sure if he had actually said the words or merely thought them. Unreal—it was all so unreal. But you were there—warm, trembling, and solid. Not a dream. He was very much awake. 

There was nothing else. Just the sweet taste of liquor as your lips crashed into each other. A kiss as if you had been separated by thousands of miles for endless years. Endless, dull, cold years. Nothing but darkness had existed between your last kiss and this moment when all the light returned to your worlds. When the smell, taste, feeling of Hayakawa Aki had returned to you. Exactly as it had been all of those years before, when your last kiss, tinged with taste of his blood, graced your lips. 

“Missed you.” Words muttered against your lips as he tried to pull you impossibly close. Not a dream. You both had thought it. Finally, it’s not a dream.

…

His apartment smelled of him, not just the cologne he somehow still wore, not of his crappy brand of cigarettes, but of him. That unique scent of home—the scent that calmed you, that relaxed every single muscle, the scent you had been craving since he had left. You had been searching for relief, for exactly this, and yet it had been nowhere, you had moved and moved, had tried every single thing that just might recreate home, but now that you were in it, overwhelmed by it, you knew why you had never found it—it was him and only him. Hayakawa Aki was it. Home. 

Had anything ever felt as soft as his sheets against your bare skin, when he laid you on his bed?

His lips dragged down to your throat, fingers grazed up and down the curves of your body. Exactly as they always had. Paying extra attention to every spot he knew sent shivers through you—he would never forget those spots. He had thought of them over and over. Promised himself that if he ever was graced with your presence again he would be everything you had remembered and more.

“Can’t believe you’re here.” He nipped at your throat and your hips bucked against him. “Can’t believe I finally have you again.”

“Miss you so—“ your words cut off when his fingers slid between your dripping folds. Unsure hands that hesitated when your eyes met his. Black hair obscured his face from yours, lips parted slightly as quick puffs of air left his lungs. Too fast—his heart was racing too fast and the thought sent heat to his face, the shame of his need and desperation for you—was he pathetic? Sad? Was it strange that the only thought he could truly process since he had seen you again was being one with you?

“I love you.” Words dripped from your lips and smothered him, sweet and thick and delicious—drowning him in the most delectable statement he had ever heard. 

“Love you, honey.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that exposed the desperate need that had been building up through the endless years and endless miles that had separated the two of you.

Long slender fingers plunged into you. You gasped. You couldn’t control the way your hips pressed up into his hand, the way you ground your clit against his palm. Your almost pathetic actions made him chuckle—that beautiful laugh that only brought you closer.

Aki descended your body. Delicate kisses pressed across the hot skin of your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down the soft flesh of your stomach, stopping just above your puffy clit. He spread your soaked lips apart and looked up at you. He had thought he would drag it out, but seeing your half opened eyes, the way you chewed on your lip—Aki needed to give you exactly what you needed. He placed one last gentle kiss on your clit, felt you twitch beneath his lips and chuckled again. This was home, and, god, you had missed your home. Vibrations of his laugh had your fingers twisting in his soft hair, encouraging him to give you what you needed. To finally bring you home. He did. Swirling his tongue around your clit, sucking it gently into his mouth—just how you liked it. God, you were fucking home.

You shook harder than you had in years as your orgasm hit, Aki chanted over and over. The sound was beautiful, was everything he had been missing in his life. His sweet baby saying his name as he brought you to your high. 

He had intended to give more, but you dragged him up and told him how badly you needed to be as close as possible—how badly you needed to be filled with him. Aki thought perhaps he desired it more than you did. Making love to you again, this moment, sliding his thick cock slowly in your dripping cunt—every dream coming true.

The immaculate stretch of Aki’s cock had you tensing.

“God, takin’ me so good, sweetheart. Just like always, yeah?” He encouraged you, praised the way your sweet cunt almost pulled him in, regardless of the pain of his cock, just a bit too big to fit comfortably, just a bit too big to handle all at once. You would though, he thought, you needed to take it all right now. 

“Just a little more, I know it’s big, honey, I know.” A free hand laced with yours as he pressed your thigh back so your knee almost touched your ear. “Just a little bit.”

Your heart raced, tears streamed down your face, your body trembled. Home. 

Aki couldn't hold back, slamming the rest of his length into you. You would have screamed if his lips hadn’t been against yours, quieting you, as his fingers, still laced with yours, squeezed hard.

“S’fucking good, sweetheart. Missed you s’much.” He stilled, feeling your heart race through his chest as he peppered kisses all over your face. “Think you’re ready?” He had felt bad, not being able to hold himself back, but he couldn’t wait, couldn’t stop himself. He pulled almost completely out of you and pushed back in, cock kissing your cervix, eliciting a lewd moan of his name. 

“A-Aki, baby, t-too much.” But it wasn’t too much and he knew it.

He grabbed your free hand and laid it down on your stomach. “You feel me, honey?” He dragged himself slowly, pushing as far into your cunt as he could, making sure you could feel the way his cock pushed into your stomach. Home. “F-feel me? Just a little too big for your sweet cunt. But you like it, right? You missed it?” He pushed in harder, your gaze followed his down, watching the way your stomach pushed up with every deliberate thrust.

You felt dizzy, hot, overwhelmed—too much. It was too much. You tried to express it, but all that came out was “D-don’t stop, Aki. Need more.”

Aki couldn't hold back. He tightened his grip, leaned in and whispered “s-sorry, honey” before he lost himself. Fucking hard into you—you moaned louder than you had anticipated, tears streamed down your face. You left your hand on your stomach, feeling the way his cock slammed into it over and over as he chased his high. 

It wasn’t long until his dizzying pace had your fluttering cunt grip him tight as you came. Your vision blurred and all you could do was whine. A giggle pressed against your lips, a “good girl” whispered against them, and he let go. Refusing to slow down his thrusts as he filled you.

Aki’s body collapsed next to you, arms wrapped around you and pulled you close.

“Promise this isn’t a dream?”

You just kissed yourself a princess!