Denji Drabble - Tumblr Posts

um um um may i request denji and face sitting because ummm um um

YOU MAY (look at him in glasses, @akicore & i are going insane--ALSO thx for betaing, lover)

cw: AFAB reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, he calls u baby once, strength kink, Minors DNI, 1.2 k word... m.list

“I’m nervous, Denji.”

“For me?” he leans his head forward, eyes all big and innocent while they bore into you, “Why? Don’t get it.” 

You play with his fingers in your lap, focusing your attention on them instead of returning his eye contact when you respond, “What if I break your nose?”

One side of his mouth curls up at that, like he’s holding in a laugh. “My nose? Baby you could kill me ‘nd I wouldn’t be mad.” 

You frown while he lays down, getting cozy with his head on a pillow, still smirking while he pats his mouth comically—an invitation. When you don’t move from your place on the end of the bed, he lifts his head to look at you.  

“...I was kidding. You wouldn’t really kill me. I’ll be okay.”

He lays his head back down when you start moving, unable to hold back a blush when you slowly crawl up over him, hesitating once you’re straddling his chest. His warm hands are quick to hook around your thighs. 

“You’re really pretty,” Denji mumbles, his eyes trailing down your body, catching on your breasts, and he makes a mental note to focus on those later. They follow your curves down, settling on your lacy little panties—his mouth waters and his cock twitches.

His hands slide up to thumb over your hip bones while you hover in front of his chin, “come closer, please.”

He lifts his head up when you finally scoot forward, still hovering, to kiss the inner crease at your thigh, chuckling when you buck your hips lower towards his touch. His laugh is contagious, it has you giggling, too, up above him. But still you hover. 

“Are you scared m’gonna bite you?” His lips move against your thigh while he speaks—it tickles.  

“No! Denji, I’m… still worried I’ll suffocate you.” You push your fingers through his hair, gripping at its roots.

“Wish ya would,” you think you hear him murmur, pulling you lower till he doesn’t have to crane his neck to taste you. First he licks the wet spot on your underwear, lapping at your juices and moaning before flattening his tongue, dragging it up to your clit to suck lightly through the fabric. You’re already tugging his hair, leaning more and more of your weight onto his face and rocking, occasionally lifting a bit when you remember your self-control. But after you lift one too many times, Denji’s fingers tighten around your thighs, holding you close with an ironclad grip—making you squirm.

It’s not long before Denji’s had enough of the thin garment blocking his way, pulling it to the side aggressively with his thumb so he can finally lick you how he wants. Which you quickly realize is mercilessly. Like he’s hungry—starved for something only your pussy can satiate, drinking you in like he’s dehydrated. It is intense. He eats with reverence, slurping loud and humming in appreciation, his tongue swimming laps between your hole and your clit before focusing there, suctioning on till you see stars.

Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t sync up in time to react to his movements—to these sensations. You’re all broken moans and shudders, the only thing consistent is the way you pull his hair.

At this point you’ve forgotten your hovering plan or why it mattered, letting your full weight fall upon his lips and his tongue—and Denji is ecstatic. It doesn’t take long for his treatment to become sloppy, for his fingers to dig into your flesh as he assaults your nerves, drool dripping out the corner of his mouth. You cum quickly and easily—your brain turning to mush as you convulse around his tongue—eventually having to pull away at the overstimulation. You start climbing off of him, exerting way more energy than usual with your tired muscles, but Denji stops you, asking “Where are you goin’?” as he shoves sweaty hair out of his face and licks his stained lips.  

Your eyes widen when you process his implication—he wasn’t finished??

“You’re not… done?”

His eyes crinkle incredulously—like it should be obvious. “No?” Then his eyebrows shoot up, “Unless—did you want me t’be?”

Your voice is meek when you answer, shaking your head quickly, “No… I want you to keep going.”

Denji’s only response is a shit-eating grin and a tug of your waist—guiding you back to his mouth. 

Only you catch yourself, holding back. 

“Wait… ‘M really sensitive—” Denji can tell, his eyes can’t stop drifting to your thighs and how they shake as you try to hold yourself up. “---Dunno if I can -hic- take it.”

Denji slides his hands to your hips, furrowing his brows but managing to lift you a bit and lessen the tremble in your thighs, you gasp at his raw strength—mouthing a wow.

“I’ll be really super gentle,” he says, his tone and face sweet as he meets your eyes, “Promise.”

You bite your lip while your heart seems to melt in your chest, whispering a kay while you let him lower you back down—not even phased as he carefully rips open the middle of your panties for easier access this time.

He wasn’t lying about being more gentle, as he begins by softly lapping up your previous release, swallowing every last drop—immediately making you twitch on top of him. His tongue is lazy this time, eating you slow and savoring the taste. The sticky noises your pussy makes against his mouth echo through the room—and Denji wishes he could record them. He’ll have to make do with a memory for now—a memory of the messy wet sound on top of your sweet panting—it’d be enough to make him cum untouched if he wasn’t trying so hard to save it. 

This time Denji’s letting you set the pace, his arms merely assisting the rock of your hips while mouth licks and sucks to your rhythm.

You’re worked up quickly, and when you meet his hazy eyes, his gaze is blissed-out and adoring—unleashing fresh butterflies in your tummy before you have to look away. The heat in  your chest is almost overwhelming paired with the heat between your legs—you won’t last looking at him like that.

But you want to, you never want this feeling to end—you never want to stop feeling Denji’s attentiveness or his eagerness. Which is why you try pulling away lightly, slowing down your approaching orgasm, trying to save this feeling for as long as possible. But then Denji’s repeating a toe-curling motion with his tongue against your clit, before fucking you with it, spreading your ass with his hands and pushing your body onto his taste buds so your clit is riding his nose.

He only has to repeat the motion a few times before you’re cumming without warning—almost overwhelmingly as you feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, pulling Denji’s hair almost painfully.

Not that he minds—your orgasm and your reactions are enough to send Denji over the edge with you, never ceasing the steady pumping of his tongue while he makes a mess in his pants. You can barely think by the time your orgasm fades, barely summoning the strength to lift yourself off of Denji’s face—his hands stop you before you can all the way.

He’s panting and his voice is thick when he asks, “Can I give you another?”

Just a lil drabble this week I have another for tmrw or thurs… I’m working on another slightly longer Denji work for next week >:) (think soulmate au 👀) ALSO whoever asked for me to move stuff to ao3,, I’m working on it, some stuff's on there now the link is in masterlist ! …ps should I make a tag list would anybody be into that lmk

" Stupid jerks made us patrol until 11…" Power complains . You hum as you look over at Denji, you can see how tired he is. After all, this thing with the assassination thing is tiring for you all.

Slowly, their voices died down and you drifted off to sleep, even though you were curious to know what Denji said.

The next thing you know when you woke up, is that your head is on Denji's shoulder. He noticed you woke up.

" Doesn't it feel like, it's been a long time ? " You frown, not really understanding what he's saying. Denji peeks at you " How have you been ? " you let out an 'oh' put your head back on his shoulder " I've been fine, and everything's good " he hums " Nice to know…seems like you're doing well. "

You've known Denji before you two became Public Safety Devil Hunters. You had debts to yakuza he was working with, you met and the two of you just clicked together. You were getting along just fine at that time, but with years you've grow up and with your parent's death, you became a Public Safety Devil Hunter to get sweet revenge. You didn't hear anything about Denji since. But somehow, you meet again.

" I miss you… " he continues " It sucks that we can't be in the same division. " you hum in agreement. You wish you could be in the same division with him " But hey, at least I get to see you now ! " you smile softly, even if he can't see it " I'm happy I can see you again. " you say " We should really go out sometime ! " you look up at him, but he was already looking you " We still know each other and i don't stay far away from where you live. "

" Have you gone on any mission before this thing happened ? " you ask out of nowhere " Hm ? ah, I've been going on a few missions. Not that many tho . " you huff " like on 6 or 7, right ? " " Yeahh , I'm kind of okay with it , to be honest… the last couple of fights were wild…" you giggle quietly and close your eyes

" Hey , remember that one fight we had ? " you hum at his question " Are you talking about the fight we had with katana man ? " you look fully at him and, with excitement, he turns and looks at you too " Yeah ! And we let out that awesome combo ! " he talks completely amazed by what have you done by that time " I still bring it up time to time. It was such an accomplishing and satisfying moment ! " he giggles excitedly " And we were able to impress people who don't really get impressed that easily ! " you add with a smile on your face " That makes it even more cooler !! " he giggle again, but then lets out a sigh " I feel like everyone's been so serious recently… I don't know why… " the room fills up with silence " I think it's because of Makima. " Denji throws his head back, leaning on the wall behind you " I've ask multiple people what they think about her, if they think she's a nice person. Anndd, I've gotten mixed results. So I can't really make up my mind off of what other people think about her and to be honest, I don't know much about her myself…" and the room is silent again and he turns his head to you " All I know is that I can't wait 'till this Fiasco is over. "

Denji sighs again " So tell me " you look at him " How are you really doing ? " your face remains stoic but deep down, his question made you feel weird things in your stomach " I remember the last time we spoke to each other, you told me you were feeling alone. I'm not really an expert on emotions or feelings or… how to handle a situation, but the least I could do for you is to listen. " you look down at you feet " I wanted to tell you that day… to keep your head up. " he hugs you close to him by your waist, pulling you closer to him " Besides , you and me, we're always going to be close like this ! " he smiles and you chuckle. Denji knows you so well that you don't even need to say anything. He's just gonna figure out himself that there is something wrong. And to make you feel better he's going to talk with you like this. Balbering about life.

" Before I made it here, and reunited with you, and met everyone else, my life was kinda boring. I would always want to sleep, you know ? Sleeping off the trauma. " he awkwardly laugh " I don't want to sound sentimental but, this place, and everyone here… really means a lot to me. "

" I haven't told anyone this before but, I feel like in the past I used to hate my life. Nothing would ever make sense. I always wondered why am I so alone…is there any reason for why I'm alone, for why I have no one? But then…" you could feel his breath on your neck as he holds you even closer, he was kinda nuzzling om your neck " I met Makima, I met Power, I met other people, and I met you… " your breath hitches and you look at him, speechless yet, happy " And slowly… I started to be thankful for things I never knew I could apreciate. I guess that's the game of life. You don't know what cards life might give you…" Denji now looks at you, holding your shoulders. You were just speechless. You didn't know if that was meant to be a confession, or if he just wanted to make you feel better, but you felt butterflies in your stomach .

" I'm so glad that I never gave up… " he looks at you " And that you haven't either. " he smiles and hugs you tight to him. A hug you return, and hug his waist " We have to be there for each other. " he caresses your hair " There's always going to be some hard days… " he looks down at you " And just because we have people around us, doesn't mean that we still can't feel alone. " He really knows his way with his words " But when I'm with you… I never feel alone, I feel like you understan me the best out of all people " He was making you feel things. You grab his shirt tightly in your fist which, he noticed " Don't you worry. I'm not going anywhere " he now plays with your hair, stroking it " and I'm always going to be here for you, [name]. " you look up at him. Denji softly smiles and with his thumb he started caressing your cheek.

"… I love you "

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