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“I think a girl’s gonna confess to me!” Are the first words Yoshida hears since recess started, and he isn’t pleased about it. Denji’s bouncing in front of him, full of excitement. Handing him a small piece of paper.
In any other circumstances Yoshida would’ve loved to see the blond boy trembling with happiness, but this time, all he feels is jealously coiling inside his stomach, making him tighten his hold on the bag he’s holding, full of snacks for Denji.
“Huh?”
“Yeah!” He sits down next to him and ignores the food Yoshida bought for them. He starts rambling about the note he had found before going to the school rooftop, where they usually have lunch together and the place Yoshida is sitting, currently having murderous thoughts.
It took a while for Denji to warm up to the other boy, he was too cautious, like an animal that has been hurt before. At first, he would avoid Yoshida and only look at him like he was a weirdo. But with time and patience, Yoshida learned all about Denji, from the most surface level stuff to the things he likes and dislikes and gained his trust. And he knows about the whole I-want-a-girlfriend thing, he hears it quite often, but ever since Asa called him a loser Denji seemed to give up trying to woo girls directly, opting for only watching from afar.
He still talks about girls and shares his daydreams with the black-haired boy, but Yoshida knows the possibilities of Denji getting an actual girlfriend were one in a million. Not because Denji’s unlovable or anything like that, he’s the opposite, it’s because he would not let that happen.
After Denji finishes his babblering and notices the food in front of them Yoshida has already come to a conclusion: It’s a dare or a prank. He knows Denji has a reputation ever since he started being a chair for money. Girls don’t take him seriously.
And judging by the way Denji was told to wait for someone behind the main building of the school he knows something isn’t right. For starters, it wasn’t an actual person that informed him of this meeting. A note was left on top of his desk.
He has gotten enough love confessions to know how these types of situations go, and as soon as he sees the note, he knows the girl isn’t interested in him. They usually draw hearts or add perfume to the paper. The note is as plain as rice without salt, the words so blunt it might as well be a threat.
He considers bursting Denji’s bubble but as soon as he opens his mouth to inform him of the situation, he can’t form a word, because Denji is eating a mouthful of onigiri and looks adorable. His cheeks full and tinted pink, his eyes practically shining from eagerness. An idea crosses his mind.
“Are you going to meet them this afternoon?”
“Yeah, after classes.” He smiles after swallowing the piece of onigiri he was chewing “Why? Jealous?” He teases.
I could kill someone right now.
“Of course not.” He smiles. Perhaps he could take advantage of this situation.
.
After being assigned to watch Denji, Yoshida got pretty good at hiding from people and listening to their conversations without being noticed, and after sorting out the girls that could possibly be involved with the prank, he finds the friend group he was looking for chatting and laughing among them near Denji’s classroom. Too engrossed in their conversation to notice him.
After five minutes of the usual gossip and conversation topics one would expect at a highschool, he hears one of them mention the meeting with Denji, talking to the girl next to her about it. He thinks he hears his own name being mentioned at some point but he's too focused on the girl's physique to really listen to what they are saying. She’s tall and has long brown hair, a beautiful face, and big breasts.
Denji’s type.
Yoshida feels like throwing up. Instead, he waits until the bell rings and the girls scatter to go to class and corners his target. The girl blushes as soon as Yoshida approaches her and smiles.
“I know about your plan with Denji.”
The girl looks shocked for a moment before she starts spluttering about her friends, being infatuated with someone and something about a letter, but Yoshida doesn’t care enough to make sense of the words the girl is spitting.
“Meet me at the gym storage room in one hour.” He interrupts her.
She shuts her mouth and nods, not even making a comment about him asking her to skip class. Yoshida gives her one last fake smile and leaves to find Denji.
He knows he’s usually sleeping after recess, too lethargic after consuming the generous amount of food Yoshida provides him. And he finds him taking a nap inside the gym’s storage room, exactly as planned.
The blond boy is laying on top a mat and hugging his backpack. Yoshida lays next to him and waits until he wakes up. It doesn’t take long since Denji’s a light sleeper. He blinks drowsily and looks at Yoshida without much surprise, already used to being stalked by the other boy. He’s usually a diligent student but sometimes he likes to skip class to spend time with Denji.
“I thought you would be freaking out about your confession.”
“Why?” He asks, stretching his arms over his head and giving Yoshida a glimpse of his torso. He sighs and lays back against the pile of mats behind him.
“I know more about this than you, but I can give you a heads up that if you accept her confession, she will try to kiss you.”
Denji is suddenly fully awake and panicking. They had discussed the topic before, and since Denji’s first kiss was a disaster, he was insecure about fucking up future opportunities. Of not being able to enjoy the moment because he would get flashbacks of vomit or near-death circumstances. Yoshida chuckles at this and Denji curses at him.
“Why are you mocking me? You should be giving me advice or something!” He complains, hitting Yoshida in the chest. The black-haired boy grasps his fist before it leaves its place near him and smiles predatorily at him.
“I was about to ask.” He says, “Let me teach you how to kiss.”
Denji’s expression contorts into one of confusion before realization hits him and he gives Yoshida a look of disgust. Yoshida feels a pang of arousal hit him.
“Or you could just go for it and hope you don’t puke, I guess.” He shrugs, feeling himself grin the second Denji moves towards him and joins his hands in a praying gesture.
“No! I don’t want that! Please teach me!”
Yoshida wastes no time and presses their lips together. It’s a tentative kiss but it makes Denji jump slightly, taken aback by the foreign feeling. He responds by winding his arms around him and pulling him close.
“You start slowly.” He whispers close to his lips “Read your partner's body language to find out what they like.”
Denji sighs shakily against his mouth before pressing with more intent, clumsily. Trying to follow Yoshida’s command. The taller boy takes the opportunity to lick his lower lip tentatively and Denji whines softly against his mouth, almost imperceptibly. Then, Denji nips softly at his lower lip.
“Like this?”
It’s like something shifts inside Yoshida, a desire he had been holding back for a while. He takes a hold of Denji’s soft hair and with the other hand he squeezes his waist, leaning more into the other boy. Then he pries Denji’s mouth open and licks inside his mouth hungrily, groaning at the taste he had been craving finally being offered to him.
He can feel Denji tensing up in his arms, but he doesn’t stop his assault and sucks on his tongue and lips, making the other boy shiver at the attention. The kiss is so messy that when they part for air Denji has spit running down his chin. Yoshida licks the trail down and sucks at the blond’s sensitive neck, making him gasp.
With one hand keeping him in place, he uses the other to pry Denji’s legs open and slots himself between them. And instinctually Denji crosses them behind him, sitting almost on top of him.
A familiar heat settles inside Yoshida, and he throws his teaching façade out the window before smirking against his pale skin and biting him. Denji shrieks at the sudden pain and tries to stop him. But Yoshida is too enthralled with the concept of the smaller boy wearing a necklace of bruises and bites for everyone to see to pay any attention to it.
Let everybody know you’re mine.
Denji clutches Yoshida’s hair as the other boy nips hard enough to draw blood, then licks at the wound soothingly and raises his head to look at the blotches he left behind. The sight is enough to make him groan, Denji is looking at him with tearful and unfocused eyes, his cheeks are as red as the marks that are blooming in his neck and collarbone.
He guesses that Denji's next move is to push him away, but the other boy whines and hugs him close, wordlessly asking for more. Yoshida knows how Denji’s brain works, and he knows he’s a man of simple desires, like being cared for, needed and cherished. Even the slightest form of affection could make Denji tremble with happiness.
“You’re doing so good.” He whispers against his lips before diving in again, and he can feel the other boy almost purr at the praise.
Denji wriggles against his lap and Yoshida realizes that he’s trying to rub his bulge against him. He bites Denji’s lower lip and the other boy hisses.
“Desperate already?”
Surprisingly, Denji doesn’t look ashamed, he smiles and grinds his hips harder against Yoshida, looking enticing. He curses under his breath and in one swift move, lays Denji down against the mat, making him gasp at the sudden movement. Yoshida keeps one hand on his thigh, so he doesn’t uncross his legs and lets his weight fall on the lower part of the other boy's body. Denji’s eyes open with surprise when he feels Yoshida’s boner sliding against his own through the layers of clothing.
Yoshida relishes in the expression of the other boy and opens his school uniform to continue his attack on Denji’s skin. The blond boy arches his back at the attention and lets out a soft moan. Yoshida bites the chainsaw cord laying in the middle of his chest and hears Denji let out a panicked sound. He feels his cock straining at that and ruts against the other boy.
“Oh fuck.” He hears below him and smirks against his chest, moving back to Denji’s face and leaving a kiss near his mouth before thrusting again, dry humping him.
Denji whines and moans against his mouth, and from the tone Yoshida can tell he’s getting impatient. Always wanting more.
He locks eyes with Denji and the other gives him a pleading look.
“What do you want?” He asks, his voice rough and low. Denji gasps when another wave of pleasure hits him from the friction. Then Yoshida stops moving his hips and Denji shoots him an angry glare.
“You already know.” He grumbles. Yoshida feels his heart leap inside his ribcage at the sight but doesn’t give in that easily.
“Use your words or I will stop.” He threatens. An empty threat if anything.
Denji looks scared for a moment and then he closes his eyes, a few stray tears falling from them. Yoshida can feel how wet Denji is, already soaking through his briefs and pants, wetting his own clothes as well.
“Please.” He mutters, almost a whisper. “Please touch me.”
Yoshida smiles and kisses him sweetly before groping his erection through the clothes, making him mewl and ask for more. He complies and sneaks his hand under his briefs to finally feel him. Denji arches his back towards him, crying at the feeling. Yoshida guesses that someone touching your dick for the first time after wishing for it for so long must feel divine.
He confirms his suspicions when Denji cries into his mouth and tries to catch his lips desperately. He smirks before letting his tongue out. Denji closes his pink lips around the appendage and tries to mimic the pace Yoshida is pumping his dick with.
A startled moan leaves him, who knew Denji could be so lewd. He had planned to only kiss him, and maybe feel him up a bit, but he never imagined Denji would submit so easily, that he would be so eager to be touched. And deep inside him Yoshida hopes it has to do with the fact that its him who is pleasuring him.
A glimpse of the girl that’s supposed to meet him crosses his mind and he feels the ugly feeling of jealously consume him. He kisses Denji with fervor and uses the hand that was touching his erection to open his own pants and lower his underwear, letting his erection spring free. Denji makes a sound of complain at the loss of contact but shut ups as soon as he feels something heavy and large touch his own erection.
Yoshida brings the same hand that was touching Denji to his face and licks before spiting on it and returns it back between their crotches. He had been ignoring his own arousal but as soon as his big hand encloses both erections and slides them together, he feels his composure leave him and starts letting out sounds of pleasure.
“Denji!” He moans against the other boy’s mouth. Denji was almost sobbing from the new sensations overwhelming his body and from the sight that was Yoshida, flushed and disheveled.
Denji throws his head back and Yoshida kisses his neck, lapping at the marks he left. He begins pumping them and savors the other boy’s sweat, his sweet sounds and erratic breathing. The ugly feeling of jealously hasn’t left him, gnawing his insides, and clashing with the pleasure he’s feeling from finally being able to touch Denji.
“I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” He growls against his neck, feeling his heartbeat against his lips. “Say it.”
Denji moans and thrashes when Yoshida glides their leaking tips together and then squeezes them together almost painfully.
“Say it.” He snarls and raises his head to look into those beautiful yellow-brown eyes that seem to hypnotize him every time he looks at them.
“You’re the only one,” Denji cries weakly, shaking from head to toe. “Hirofumi…”
Yoshida feels the devastating hunger that he grew accustomed to inside him suddenly explode at the use of his first name. He resumes his fast pace and Denji almost screams from the sudden pleasure. Yoshida’s smile can only be described as unhinged, but the smaller boy doesn’t seem to mind.
“Say my name again.” He gasps against his lips, Denji’s own parted and slicked with spit.
“Hirofumi!” He cries “Hiro- ah!”
Yoshida licks his lips and the tips of his sharp teeth, feeling a wave of affection crash him. He doesn’t know when his obsession with Denji started exactly, but he knows that it’s too big to try to stop it now. It’s like he’s parched, and Denji is the only oasis he sees in a vast desert. He can’t get enough of him and won’t share him with anyone else.
Thoughts of Denji’s naked body keep him up at night, he thinks about kissing every patch of skin he can get a hold of, of making him come over and over again. He dreams of making him smile and laugh, and at the same time, of slashing his wrists open and drink from his warm blood. Both imaginations make him ache and yearn for him equally.
Whether be as Chainsaw Man, the hero that people both adore and fear, or Denji, the boy that gushes about girls but seems to melt every time Yoshida compliments him, he wants him, always.
He fantasizes about Denji a lot, the fact that he’s never been touched by anyone ignites a crushing desire deep inside him. To own all his first times, to be the only person for Denji. But the real thing was so much better, seeing Denji sweating, panting, pink all over and making the most delicious sounds was like heaven.
“I can’t wait to see the face you’ll make when I fuck you.” He pants, feeling Denji leak profusely and twitch against his hand. Denji mewls at the words and starts to mumble something under his breath that Yoshida can’t really understand.
He hears something outside the room and glances up to catch a glimpse of a shadow near the half-open door. He smiles internally and strokes Denji faster, feeling him tremble.
Then, and without any warning, Denji’s body tenses up and Yoshida feels him coming all over them, some even lands on his chest, on top of the marks he left with his mouth. Against what the taller boy had imagined, Denji came silently, mouth open and eyes unfocused.
The sight makes him groan and he drops Denji’s spent cock to stroke his own on top of the other boy’s limp body, muttering praises and kissing his feverish lips. It only takes a few pumps before he’s coming all over the blond’s torso, mixing up their spent.
He places both arms beside Denji’s head, so he doesn’t crush him and catches his breath, feeling the tremors of an earth-shattering orgasm travel his body. He sighs and chuckles internally at how hard he came just from a mutual handjob.
He opens his eyes and looks at Denji, who is flushed all the way to his collarbones and looks completely sated.
“Beautiful.” Yoshida praises before kissing his lips softly and humming from content. Denji smiles and punches him lightly on his chest. Drowning in affection and post-orgasm drowsiness, completely unaware of the time and too pleased to think about the implications of what they just did. Or to think about the note and the meet up.
“Shut up.”
Outside the storage room, a girl with long brown hair tries not to be noticed and clutches a handwritten letter to her chest, feeling completely dumbstruck. The front of the letter is getting crumpled from how hard she’s crushing it, and the words will be soon unreadable, but the top of the paragraph its still legible. With a delicate calligraphy it reads:
Dear Yoshida,