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You walk towards denji’s apartment in dirt and your clothes hanging off your body, looking like the real pooro you are. It's denji’s 18th birthday, and what better way can you celebrate it than with some marijuana?

“Hiroshi!” Denji says with a wide grin as he opens his door. Of course, he too, is dirty and has clothes basically falling off his body. It wasn't new. You shove up the ziplock bag of cocaine with a wide smile and make a funny grimace, making him laugh as he grasps your shirt and throws you inside quickly.

“You wasn't at school today, bum,” You say as you step into his small apartment, covered in dirty clothes and posters with half-naked women. A nice sight to be fair.

“I was busy fucking women,” he replies with a calm tone as he shoves dirty clothes off the table and sit down, waiting for my marijuana to be placed there.

“you? no way” you laugh as you put the marijuana down and start rolling, Denji watching intensely as you do so, licking his lips, barely containing himself any longer as you hand him the lighted joint. He slowly closes his eyes as he smokes the marijuana, a small smile creeping onto his face.

You smoke yours too while gripping his playstation controller and put on a movie, while you both get high.
Both Denji and you get continuously more stoned throughout the movie- and before you know it- hes crying!?

“Denji?” you quickly say with a lazy tone as you lean forward to look at him, sitting beside you as he sniffles. The TV is playing sad music over the scene, so something mustve happened.

“They killed the dad!” he sorrowly says with sniffles as he suddenly turns his body towards ypu and his hands keeping him firmly in place as he looks towards u with teared eyes and swollen lips. Damn. It is really a sight.

“D-denji it- its just a.. movie…” you say as your voice trails down as you speak, holding eye contact with him as his pretty eyes meet yours, all teary and stained. Reluctantly, you slowly raise your hand and cup his face, a small grunt escaping his lips.

His swollen lips are bitten tightly together as somber and dramatic music is in the background, but that doesn't matter. Hes so high, so pretty, so dangerous. You lean in, kissing his plumped lips as he lets out a reluctant gasp, before slowly accepting the kiss as your hand continues to cup his face.

“Hiroshi?” he mumbles with lazy words through the small kisses as he looks at you with small sniffles, while you just bite your lips and continue kissing him, more aggressive. More needy.

You grab his shoulder and push him down on the floor. Holy shit, the way he looks up, under you as you crawl over him. Maybe it's just the marijuana doing this?

You lean in, kissing his neck and throat thoroughly as he lets out soft grunts- and then a moan. it makes you moan too. the way his lips softly part and grip the back of your dark, ruffled hair.

“Denji,” you moan back as you continue leaving wet trails on his beautiful, naked neck, while your hand travels down to his shorts, dragging them down as he looks up at you, looking so perfect.

You sit over his body now, looking down under his pants as you drag them to his ankles and then finally cling them off. He’s already hard, his boxers already leaking a little with precum.

“Alresdy so turned on?” you chuckle as you look down at him. Hes now propped up on his elbow, looking up at you as you sit between his knees and letting out soft grunts and whimpers. Your finger presses lightly on the bulge, making him twitch and let out a small whimper, looking up at you.

“D- don't do that…” he reluctantly says as you put your thumb against his tip underneath the boxers, pressing down, making him grab your wrist and let out a louder whince. Those sounds alone, would be enough to please you for eternity.

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"Wait" Denji mutters in-between a moan, your hand still pressing hard underneath his boxers, a lazy smirk onto your face as he looks up at you with a small whimper. It doesn't really sound like a pleasure whimper.

"What?" you chuckle back as you lean forward and look down at him as you continue pressing your thumb at his tip with a lazy chuckle.

"I- I aint done nothing like this before..." Denji mutters as he looks up at you with those stoned, pathetic eyes. Hes a damn virgin. You chuckle, confusion filling you. Well, on second thought, wouldnt it be nice to be the first one to fuck him?

"I'll give you one nice birthday present then." you chuckle as you grip the hem of his boxers and pull them down, his dick, already red and hard, twitching as you do so. Denji lets out a low, shaky exhale, putting one of his hands on his dick as he slowly starts working it with half-lidded eyes, now only propping himself up with one arm. You sit in-between his legs with a small chuckle as you watch his pathetic hands work on his red, twitching dick.

"You never been this horny before, have you?" you say as you put your hand over his and start working his dick too, smiling at the sensation. Denji's pretty eyes look at you with a small moan as your hand clamps his dick, throbbing and needy as he lets out small whimpers.

"I- I like it." he says with a small chuckle and look up at you with a lazy smirk. God, that just makes you want to slam your dick so fucking hard in his mouth. In a fast motion you stand up and grip his arm, dragging him up and sitting him on the couch.

You sit down inbetween his legs as he sits in a manspread in the couch, looking up at Denji as he breaths heavily with a flushed face. Denji whimpers as you spit on your hands and then clamp onto his needy and throbbing dick, his whimpers engraved in your brain now.

"God, i just want to fuck the shit out of you." you say as you grip his dick harsher as you jack him off. His tip is already hard and spilling with pre-cum, the comment makinf him chuckle in both embarrassment and enjoyment, his chuckle breathly and shaky.

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Denji is slowly warming up to your touch, his hand palming his dick while he sits on the couch, looking up at you who's taking off your shirt.

"I like your physique." he says with a flustered look as his hand continues working on himself while he looks up at you, standing. Your frame's skinny and frail, but you're not one to judge others tastes.

You grip denji's face harshly as you lean forward to him and smack his cheek lightly, signaling for him to open his mouth. He does so. He does everything hes fucking told.

You make a loud gargle sound as you spit in his mouth while he looks up at you with those pretty, submissive eyes. The spit sits on his tongue before you lean closer down and start kissing him, his hand continously staying on his warm, hard cock. Your skinny frame is leaned over him, one of your legs resting on the couch as you eat his face, and him eating you up back.

When you pull back, he lets out a slow whimper and leans forward, trying to salvage that kiss again, but your hand pushes onto his shoulder, softly pushing his back to the couch again.

"You're really fucking pathetic you know." you mumble out as you look down at his hand moving mercilessly on his dick, not saying a damn word as he holds eye contact like the dirty filth he is.

Soft moans leave his mouth as you grab his other hand and let it trace over your skinny frame, his finger tips clenching onto your skin. The way his lips slowly part and shut fast when his hand goes faster on his throbbing dick is just so damn beautiful. Finally, he rolls his eyes and tilts his head back, his chest falling with each breath as white liquid spreads on his stomach, a long, soft moan escaping him.