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"Denji I am positive," you say for probably ths hundredth time that night. Denji had his hands hovered over your chest, they had been waiting there for many minutes. Denji hesitated looking up at you again.
"But like are you 100% sure its ok for me to touch them?" The man had asked a version of this question since you told him he could cop a feel. He was ecstatic at first but when you actually started getting comfortable in his bed the reality hit him.
You roll your eyes at the horny man, "you know I'm starting to think you dont want to do this." That makes Denji get nervous. "Wait no! I do i do i just- fuck I dont know ive never done this before. I dont want you to not like it and regret telling me I could-"
Before he could continue you you quickly grab his hands and forcefully place them on your clothed tits. Denjis words fade out, his eyes wide and mouth agape. "If i dont like it you'll know, now enjoy yourself" you whisper to him.
Denji hesitated for a split second before his hands are moving. Experimental squeezes and just feeling the flesh through your thin shirt. "Y/n I- its-" the poor boy struggles to find the right words.
"You know im feeling nice you can take my shirt off," you say after a few moments of him feeling through your shirt. You watch as his face washes over with excitement. Leaning forward you whisper in his ear. "If you ask nicely enough."
Denji is quite with it, "please I'll be so good for please ill- ill do anything you want i swear I just want to feel 'em. They'd be so nice- fuck im getting hard just thinkin bout it. Y/n please god please."
He wasnt lying you could feel his poor dick straining through his pants and against your thigh. Your breathing picks up at his pleading desperate words, "yeah take my shirts off baby" you say, feeling your arousal grow at the sexual atmosphere.
Denji is extremely quite to practically tear ths poor peice of clothing off your chest. He throws the cloth somewhere in his room, its quick enough you hardly even register his hands ever leaving your chest.
His hands are warm against your cooling skin, his slender fingers find you nipples quick. "Fuck they're so soft how are they so soft?" It doesnt seem like hes quite asking you the question as much as hes asking himself.
"And warm holy shit they're perfect." That makes you laugh despite the pleasurable sensation of him playing with your chest. "What?" He asks looking up at you. "They're the only tits you ever seen Denji, and youve already decided they're perfect?"
He nods like you're saying something so obvious. "Well yeah they're soft and warm and they fit in my hand so nice." He looks down at his hands massaging the warm flesh. "What else could I want in a pair of tits?"
That makes you chuckle and a smile comes to your face. "I guess you're right." Its then you realize Denjis hips subtly against your thigh. Your notice his breathing get more shallow, whimpers flow out of his mouth quietly. "Denji you feelin' needy?" Despite being slightly ashamed he nods, the man's eyes avoided yours like the plague.
"Least you can do is look me in the eye Denji, you are fucking my thighs arent you?" His hips stutter but grind against you harder at you dominate words. His hands keep up their massaging rhythm against you thst match his hips.
You grad his chin when he continues to avoid looking up at you. "I guess you can get yourself off, im feeling nice." Theres a certain desperation in denjis eyes that makes your core twist.
You let go of his face and thrust you leg up against his hip making himself fall forwards, his hands and hips stopping for a minute at the new added sensation. "Y/n- fuck I cant." You tsk, "Yes you can Denji common be a good boy."
That makes something in him snap his hips now putting down against your thigh with abandon. His aching tip now leaking into his boxers. Denji moans loudly the pleasure getting to his head, he couldnt care less how he sounded right now. The tightness of his pants hurt but it felt so good he couldn't stop his hips desperately thrusting against you.
Denjis hands start moving once again, he brings his mouth to your tits. He really hoped that was ok he just needed his mouth on you. The man opened his mouth enough to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He was careful not to hurt you with his sharp teeth, but his tounge was wildly flicking againt the sensitive nub.
He whines against you skin, always so vocal. "There you go Denji, you gonna come baby?" The man pops his mouth off of you, tounge giving a last lick against your nipple before answering with breathless words.
"Yes- y/n please let me come you feel so good." He whimpers, the sounds high-pitched and desperate. You smile at him when he moves his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other.
This time you can tell Denji is slowly getting closer and closer to the edge the way his teeth start making an appearance. "Common Denji be a good boy and come for me." The man withers against you, hips stuttering and faltering.
Moans of your name fall from Denjis lips as he falls over the edge of his climax. Shooting rops of cum into his boxers, aching cokc finally getting the relief he needed. He slowly calms down from his intense orgasm.
When he comes to he unlatches his mouth for the flesh of your tit, a vague outline of his sharp teeth an be seen. Denjis hands drift down to your waist running up and down the soft skin. He looks down towards his pants with a hint of shame, the poor boy can see the obvious wet spot forming at his crotch.
"You good?" You ask him after a moment, Denji whips his head up to look at you. "Abso-fucking-lutley." Is his immediate answer but after thinking about it for a second his closes his eyes and sighs. "Except for the fact I came in my pants like a horny virgin teen."
That makes you laugh, a hand reaching up to run your hand through his hair, a few of the strands sticking to his forhead from the thing layer of sweat that coats his body. "But arent you a horny virgin?" You tease him jokingly, this makes his face flush and his eyes avert from your face.
"Hey thats mean." He mumbles, but it just makes you laugh harder, you hand cups his face. Quickly you turn his head towards you in a fast motion. Before he can react you latch your lips onto his in a short but passionate kiss. You mumble against his lips, "We can change that though."