Doodle me a Heart โก
By. Niko and Sunnieโก(or Margo if you're from Discord)
[very short]
A Punkflower one-shot based of my headcannon:
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Enjoy the cuteness of my favorite peopleโกโกโก
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Miles was doing his math homework at his desk while his boyfriend laid out on his bed with one of his sketchbooks and some of his markers.
"Hey, luv, what ya, think 'bout a dog with 3 eyes in ya art book?" Hobie asked, making Miles look over at him. "Hm, I wouldn't mind. You just draw whatever you want, Hobie. I'll either add to the page or leave it alone," Miles said with a smile as he turned back to his homework.
Hobie smiled and looked down at the sketchbook page, "Alright thank ya, sunflower." He said before flipping to the first page and seeing a self-portrait that Miles drew of himself. That's when he got to work, draw on the white spaces of the page, and he never drew the same thing twice. He smiled at his little doodles before flipping to an empty page and drew out a picture of him and Miles.
Time skipโก
"I'm sorry we didn't get to spend a lot of time together Hobie, this vision work is sumping me." Miles said as he watched hobie slip his boots on, "It's fine sunflower," Hobie said, sliding his mask over his hair and eyes. "I love just being around you." Hobie said before kissing Miles forehead and climbing out his window. Miles smiled before shutting his window and walking over to his bed where his sketchbook and markers sag.
Miles picked up his sketchbook about to lay it on his desk when he saw the drawing of two stick people in the middle of a page with a heart in the middle of them at the bottom of the page it said, "A punks flower" Miles smiled at the page before picking up his pencil and a few markers. He then began to sketch out the faces of both him and Hobie. Keeping a distance between his sketch and his boyfriends art, not wanting to ruin Hobie's art.
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your denji x male reader... oh my god, that was lovely. Glad denji is getting more x readers :')
Can I have a denji x fem reader if it's not too much? She's his tutor for school, but because of his lack of motivation, she decides that he'll be able to feel her up if he passes the next test?
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๐ฃ๐ค๐ญ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ท ๐ฆ๐ค๐ญ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ค๐ด๐ณ๐ฑ๐ ๐ซ ๐ฑ๐ค๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฑ
๐ช๐๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ก๐๐ฆ: ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐ (๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐), ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
Denji flopped back onto the floor, balancing a pencil on his top lip.
You stared at him across the table, heart heavy. Being his tutor was an impossible task. You were trying your best but it was an uphill battle. The scruffy blond boy simply refused and couldn't concentrate at the best of times.
Despite the challenges, it would be hard to deny you found him cute. The way he looked at you sometimes made your stomach flip. His attempts to make you laugh were the highlights of your day. Really, you were torn on what to do.
'It's too boring... what's the point?...' He whined, yellow-brown puppy eyes meeting yours. It was clear he wasn't made to study, to be confined inside like this, but you had a job to do.
"Denji...' You started, unsure if this was a good idea.
'Yeah?' He innocently looked up at you from his upside down position on the floor. You bit your lip, a movement he was quick to catch. If you'd read his body language right this would be just the thing to get him to work, if he agreed that is.
'What if, if you pass the next test... I'll let you feel me up?'
He shot up like an arrow from a bow, bright eyes wide and alert. He grabbed your hands in excitement and it took everything in you to not kiss him there and then. 'You serious??'
His hands were warm as they cupped yours, flustering you immeasurably. He'd commented on wanting to feel someone up before but his enthusiasm was a new world of flattering. 'I mean, if it gets you to study, sure.'
He gaped at you, then practically threw himself at the pile of books with a woop of determination. Hiding a laugh behind your hand, you too settled down to teach Denji more in one session than you'd ever had.
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You knew today was the day Denji was supposed to get his test back. He'd knocked and entered your room at the usual time, air tense.
He sat down, scarily quiet. It was so unlike him, you couldn't read if it was good or bad news. The table lay between you like always, but the suffocating silence made it seem like miles away.
Wordlessly Denji reached into the depths of his school bag and pulled out a slightly wrinkled page. He flattented the edges and wordlessly slid it across the table.
You traced along the page with your eyes, a proud grin pulling at your lips in pleasant surprise.
He'd passed. Barely, but passed. Better than any of his others exams by far.
'Denji! You did it, I knew you could!'
His pupils finally shot up to meet your through his spiky bangs. The words washed over him, as a beautiful shade of pink burst across his cheeks.
'I..' He stuttered, unused to the praise. You'd fix that, you swore.
You shut the textbook abrubtly, causing him to jump. Letting the noise ring, you moved back from the table with an encouraging smile. 'Denji...'
'A deal 's a deal. Come on then.' Curling a finger to come closer, you revelled in his starstruck look. Completely frozen, he blinked dumbly.
'You're serious?' He hestantly crawled closer over the table, eyes flicking between your face and chest. It was clear he was torn between disbelief and desire.
You licked your lips. He was so unsure, so desperate. Wearing him down would be such a fun, a game you were determined to win.
'Mhm.' You murmured wordlessly into his ear, feeling how he shuddered under your breath. At the same time, you took one of his fidgeting hands in yours, encouraging him to touch right where he wanted.
He reached out, hesitantly tracing down your chest with the curve of his hand, running down and to your waist. His face contorted, overwhelmed at the sensation.
'Here.' You breathed, sitting back and loosening your tie. He watched every miniscule movement. Heart pounding, you were putting on a show. There was an audible hitch on his breath as you began unbuttoning your shirt, eyes glued as you progressed further.
You lowered your arms, chest on view as Denji practically drooled. Why you hadn't done this sooner, you didn't know. A little motivation and he was an obsessed little puppy in your hands.
'Come on.' You beckoned him with welcoming smile.
He almost tripped in his eagerness to get around the table. He knelt eagerly in front of you, but hesitated.
'Go on sweetheart, you can touch.' You cooed, rasing a hand to pet his hair. The attention was already getting to him, cheeks pink.
His fingers were so novice, so unsure on the path they took. Yet that was what made it so endearing, his genuine desperation to explore your body. Every trace was as if commiting you to memory.
As he seemed to get more confident his touches got firmer. Pressing into your skin on all the right places. You had to hold back a moan as he curiously flicked one of your nipples.
'Good boy...' You breathed. Almost more pleasurable than the touch was how Denji melted at the praise. He shifted where he sat and you licked your lips, knowing he was trying to hide the effect on him.
Before you could help it you'd pulled his face to yours. His attempts were sloppy and clealry lacked experiences but god did he make it up in enthusiasm. He pushed back like a man drowing, drinking in each of your breaths like it was his last. The desperation was addicting.
His tension melted away the longer you kissed, replaced by hunger. His fingers were electrifying as he explored your body and made your stomach tingly, almost giddy as the pleasure washed over you. It was obvious he was similarly affected, breath quick and heavy between clashes of your lips.
Then, without warning, you licked lightly into the kiss. Tasting him. Denji groaned, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you impossibly closer. He arched into your touch, begging for something, anything as the feeling of it all overwhelmed him.
In return you curled your grip around his waist, one hand intertwining in his hair as blood rushed through your veins. You pressed against each other, touching, devouring and caressing.
You could easily loose yourself in the hum of it, as the confidence in his touches grew.
His hands ran lower and lower. He tickled along your v-line and it took all your resolve to push him back. One more moment of indulging making out and you pulled back to breathe.
The effects on Denji were sinful. His straw coloured hair was thoroughly tangled and ran through, and uniform was creased and off centre. His pants were beautiful, hot air against your skin. Eyes pooling with desire stared into you, and once again you had to resist pouncing on the student. In such a short amount of time you had ruined him, flushed more than you could imagine.
Denji went to collide again but you shook your head.
He froze like a deer in headlights. The dejected looked hurt your heart and you couldn't help leaning in and press a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. A complete change in tempo but Denji positively broke all the same, reaching to feel where you kissed with an unmoving blush.
'If we do everything today we'll have nothing for the next test, mhm?'
You could practically see his tail wagging, if he had one. He certainly wasn't complaining either when you both sat back at the desk, him perched on your lap as you explained where he went wrong. Nor when you pressed on last open mouthed kiss to the back of his neck.
'Still...' As you hit one of the questions he got right you couldn't help but sneakily move your hand to between his legs, admiring how he helplessly rocked back. One thing for sure, if this was the reward he'd study for all he's worth.
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