#CSM Denji

[koroland100]

[iallure]

Boobs.

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.

It starts with your phone in your hand and Denji between your tits. Again.

You didn’t even call him over—he just gravitated toward you like a heat-seeking puppy. One second you were scrolling through your feed, and the next his head was on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, face buried right between the soft weight of your breasts.

Not touching you to start anything.

Just… there.

Melting into you.

Groaning low like he was sinking into the best sleep of his life.

“Fuck, you’re warm… ‘m never movin’ again.”

He says that every time. And yet, somehow, every time, he gets a little bolder.

At first, he just nuzzles—lazy, puppy-like, breathing slow. Then he licks. Small, absentminded flicks of his tongue along your skin, your cleavage, the curve of your breast where it spills out of your tank top. You ignore him, barely reacting.

You’ve learned not to engage too fast.

Denji’s like a wild animal when it comes to your chest: if you act like it’s normal, he stays soft. If you respond? He turns rabid.

“You okay down there?” you murmur, thumb scrolling TikTok.

“Mmmh,” he mumbles, lips dragging across your cleavage.

“Better than okay. You smell so good… fuck…”

It escalates slowly. His hand slips under your top, warm fingers sliding up to cup one of your tits like he’s done it a thousand times—and he has. You sigh, arching just slightly when his thumb brushes your nipple.

He doesn’t stop scrolling your skin with his mouth.

Denji kisses lazily at the swell of your breasts, open-mouthed, messy. His tongue drags between them, then over the soft underside. He moans like he’s tasting something, not just skin.

“Tastes like heaven,” he mutters against you.

“Feels like I’m suckin’ on god’s tits or somethin’.”

You snort, but don’t push him off. He’s hard—you can feel it against your thigh—but he hasn’t even tried to take off your shirt. He’s just content to lay there and worship you.

His mouth finds your nipple and wraps around it with a slow, languid suck.

“Mmmnn…”

He doesn’t stop. Not for minutes. Maybe hours.

Every now and then you feel him hump gently against the bed or your leg, desperate and subtle, like he’s trying to get himself off just from sucking your tits.

…

“You wanna fuck?” you ask eventually, voice low, teasing.

He shakes his head against your chest.

“Not yet. Wanna stay here a little longer. ‘Til my jaw gives out.”

“You’ve been at it forever, babe.”

“Still not done.”

His voice is whiny, almost sleepy. His tongue swirls your nipple again, slower now, worshipful.

“Could die like this. Between these huge fuckin’ tits. You’d bury me with a boner.”

You laugh, carding your fingers through his messy hair. He hums at the touch, rutting harder now, but still refuses to move.

“You’re obsessed,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he groans, mouth open on your skin, spit slick and hot.

“I really am.”

p2 at 50 notes :3

[angeldeviloshi]

[aliceblakeart]

Cozy domestic monsters

[gableforks]

[wjehfshs]

Came to the realisation that my type is loner/kinda loser boys who struggle to fit in and dislike authority to some degree or like to tease… maybe not even that, just loser loner boys (based off not only childhood crushes but also current crushes)

[perennimal]

Nobody loves denji like pochita loves denji

[phishcaek]

lil style doodle

[smolmilkyways]

💙💛❤️ hayakawa family!

[dailyuh]

I’ll be watching you.

insta <3

[quix5gg]

breathe if you agree

[femondoetus]

[aennasan]

let's pretend denji is happy cuz im tired of seeing people using him

Imagine befriending the weird guy named Denji in your apartment complex. A next door neighbor that you thought was a ghost because he comes and goes, and gets home in the middle of the night.

You call him weird because sometimes you see him laughing and talking by himself but you learned to accept it since you can actually rely on him when carrying your heavy groceries upstairs. Although odd, he was a gentleman so you let him be.

Until one night, you were woken up by a loud wet and flapping sound, heavy grunting, and moaning from the other side of the thin walls of your room.

You don't even need to ask what he was doing. You recognized that sound. The feeling of shame and embarrassment resonates on your skin on how warm it has become.

Of course, a man also needs to relieve himself. You just thought he would be discreet, thinking of his neighbor too. He probably has been doing this even before you were here. He probably forgot. Or at least you tried to convince yourself.

It lasted a long while, and you were wide awake the whole night. You just can't remove the sound in your head. And when you're finally able to close your eyes, your body was so tired that it forced you for a short nap to rest, you still dreamt of it. The worst part was being violently woken up because in your dream the sound had Denji’s face on it.

The next day, you did your best to ignore him and make sure you will not cross paths. However, he does it everyday. You’ve guessed since you did not complain, he thought that you're not hearing it. You were just too embarrassed to confront the guy. And you don't want to feel awkward with your only known neighbor on this floor.

So everyday you pretend not to hear it, at least you tried your best, until there was a day you were extremely horny.

With your back against the wall, you fingered yourself and played with your pussy. It was so good that you lost yourself and did not realize the volume of the sound of your moaning, not until after you cum.

Sweaty, tired, and in the middle of your heavy breathing to regain composure, you realized that there was only silence. And it was loud.

Did he stop?

Not sure if it was because you just had your release but you were weirdly calm as you steadied yourself and rested your head on your pillow.

Not long after, you can hear hesitated knocks on your door.

Denji’s voice echoed in your small room and you shivered hearing the pathetic timbre on his voice.

“I heard you. Open up.…..please.” He pleaded. Desperate.

[benadieshekiel]

some Denji sketches from this morning!!

[dolche-tejada]

Something something about Denji remembering Reze but without her bomb collar. I thought it was an error at first but look at the composition, how her neck is overexposed by the light, at the center of the panel...

Because even after what she did, Denji still thinks of her as this cute and funny girl who introduced him to coffee, not as the Bomb Hybrid.

[ryanthel0ser]

One of the things I absolutely adore about Denji's character is that he doesn't say some profound hero things like protagonists often do in other series. He doesn't say "I have to live so I can experience being human" or something like that, he says "As long as the world has grub and girls, I still have something to live for." It's simple and to some may seem shallow, but it makes perfect sense for Denji to say. He wasn't raised on some lofty ideals, he was never educated, he never read books, he's a 17 year old boy. His statements like this said by any other character would be considered vain and shallow, but when Denji says them the sentiment and the simplicity is beautiful. Is there still good food? Yes. Is there still cute girls? Yes. Then I have to keep going.