MAKEOUT SESH

･｡ ⁺ ✦ — MAKEOUT SESH<3

a/n: idc Denji is a Hayakawa. and power.

warnings: smut, teasing, slight choking, spitting, dry humping, cussing

includes: Aki Hayakawa, Hirofumi Yoshida, & Denji Hayakawa

･｡ ⁺ ✦ —AKI

All Aki wanted was to go home, he was exhausted and done for the day. His favorite part of coming home was knowing you’d be there when he stepped in the door. You always treated him so well, welcoming him with a nice dinner and a kiss on the cheek. Yet tonight Aki felt rather affectionate, wanting to feel his lips on yours, he grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and kissing you. “Bleh.” Power stook out her tongue.

You all had dinner and you waited for Aki to get out of the shower. “So how was work?” You questioned, patting the space next to you on the bed. Aki sighed, pulling you on his lap. “Don’t wanna talk about it.” His voice muffled, placing kisses along your jaw to your neck. You brought your hands to his cheeks, guiding his lips to yours. Your guy's lips moved in sync, Aki licking your lips, a silent plea to let him explore your mouth. Both your tongues dance together, Aki’s overpowering yours as he explored your mouth the best he could.

He just wanted you, wanted you so close. He gripped your hips harshly pulling you impossibly closer. You could feel his bulge against your thigh, testing the waters you rubbed against it. Eliciting a groan from him, also leading to him biting your lip. Loud bangs were heard on his bedroom door.

“Stop banging me and Power are tired,” Denji yelled from outside the door. Aki furrowed his brows, “Sleep in the living room!” Aki yelled, yet the door swung open, both of them walking in. You giggled and pecked his lips. All he could do was sigh in frustration. “Fucking cockblock.” He muttered.

･｡ ⁺ ✦ — YOSHIDA

Making out with Yoshida was so fucking infuriating. He’d never fail to tease you, which pissed you off to no end. Yet it also turned you on so much, that he knew all the buttons to push to make you crumble beneath him.

“Mmm, you’re so perfect.” He mumbled, brushing hair behind your ear, he pulled back to admire you. Your brows furrowed at the stupid smirk he always displayed.

“What’s the pout for, I can’t stop and look at you?” You didn’t bother answering, connecting your lips back with his. He bit your lip playfully, pulling it. His hands rested on your thighs, giving them a light squeeze from time to time. The fun part for him though was sucking those beautiful bruises on your neck. The noises he’d rise from you only egged him on.

“Hiro…” You whined, making him kiss you harder. “Feels good baby?—You always get so riled up with just my kisses. Do I have that much of an effect on you?” Never would you admit but yes, just his lips and the way they moved with your own had you whimpering for him. You tugged at the hairs behind his neck, making him groan.

His hands would occasionally caress your throat, giving it a small squeeze. Yoshida pulled back, noses still touching. You both breathed heavily, as if the only air you could breathe was each other. “Don’t worry you get me worked up to. Let me take care of you yea?”

･｡ ⁺ ✦ — DENJI

Denji could never hold back with you. He finally got himself a girlfriend and wanted all your attention. Sure he loved the attention that girls would give him even though it wasn’t really directed towards him. (it was to chainsaw man) He only wanted yours though, your attention mattered the most to him.

Denji was always so needy and rushed everything yet you showed him how to take things slow. His hands roamed all over your body, groping anything they touched. His tongue never left your mouth, constantly moving against yours. He loved the way you’d tease him, use him. Oh, but when you’d tangle your hands in his hair and tug he’d moan so loud.

“Fuck, ya taste s’good.” Both of you kissed each other so messily, something that turn him on. Denji couldn’t resist the loud whine he let out when you dropped a glob of spit on his tongue. It was as if his whole demeanor changed.

Flipping you over he pinned you to the bed, biting and sucking at your neck. “Can I feel ‘em?” He gripped your breast gently. When you nodded, he wasted no time tearing your shirt and bra off.

Both his hands played with your nipples as he kissed you harshly. “Got me so fuckin’ hard.—Ya gonna help me, baby?”

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

I had no idea, may God be his healing guide❤️🥺🤲🏽 praying for his recovery and health

I hate when people who say "RIP Kentaro Miura" then turn around and insult Hunter x Hunter's release schedule. Togashi's chronic pain from lumbago is well known, so there is no excuse for expecting him to give his body and quality of life to draw us comics on a grueling schedule.

I would rather HxH never come back than Togashi suffer to bring it to us. Manga artists deserve to live and thrive like everyone else. Miura is gone and so many like him die young. But Togashi is an example of how stories like Miura's should have ended. Life comes before manga, always.

Let's appreciate the new chapters without forgetting that the only reason we can get them is that Togashi is taking care of his health.

th-t-th-this 💓💓💓💓

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

this is my beloved 💜

I really can’t accept it’s over but look how fine my husband looks like OML🧎‍♀️

THIS 💓💓💓

[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.

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