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Neither you or Denji are watching the romance movie that’s playing on the TV, more serving as background noise and something to stare at. They bore you to tears really, but money was tight for you both and it was free. Denji invited you to hang since school is out and you love spending time with him no matter what you do.
You did, however, bring the gift of a couple of ramune drinks; a thanks for the invite into his space, for hosting you despite the boring movie. They bubble and fizz between you both, Denji’s almost entirely gone while yours was barely touched.
He yawns beside you, garnering your attention as he leans back against his forearms, legs spread out and eyes drooping. It makes you giggle and in turn, you catch his attention.
“What?” Denji asks almost shyly, a furrow of his brow as he tries to act serious, poorly fighting a smile that dares to cross his lips. You’re so cute and pretty that he can’t help but beam with happiness looking at you.
“Bored?” You ask with a grin and he finally lets the smile break through.
“A little.” He sits up beside you, just a little taller than you even sat on the floor. “Never been interested in lovey dovey movies.”
You hum, “Me neither.”
Silence falls between you, passively watching as the protagonist and her love interest kiss for the first time. It’s an important moment in the movie with dramatic music and slow motion movement. It sparks a question and you turn to Denji, “Have you ever kissed someone before?”
It clearly catches him off guard as he blinks and stares at you. It’s only when he looks away, hiding the growing pink on his cheeks, does he answer with a scoff. “Of course. Have you?”
“Yeah,” you hum and nod, “I’ve kissed a couple of people.”
It makes his stomach churn in jealousy – both because you’ve kissed other people and he is a liar. Denji would neve admit he’s never kissed anyone before, not to you at least. Admitting he’s a virgin is embarrassing enough but not totally out of the ordinary for people his age, but almost everyone has kissed someone at this point. He only hopes you don’t smell his lie or call him out on it.
“Do you think you’re a good kisser?” You ask and giggle at the way Denji stiffens. The hints you drop aren’t subtle – but you’re not trying to be.
“Yeah, I’m great at kissing.” He scoffs, fidgeting on the spot. “Everyone’s told me I’m the best kisser they’ve ever had.”
You hum. “Show me.” When Denji stares at you again with a dumbfounded expression, your smile widens. “I wanna see if you’re the best kisser I’ve ever had. Kiss me.”
Denji’s heart races and he almost pinches himself, wondering if this is one of his dreams that feels so very real. You’re batting your eyelashes at him, a soft and sultry look as you lean in and wait for him to make a move. It feels like he’s going to pass out and smash his face into yours.
Leaning in close, his eyes flutter closed and Denji prays that he finds your lips and not your nose. You’re soft and gentle against him, fireworks lit up in his mind in a cacophony of explosions. There’s no way anything could feel better than this.
It was obvious from the beginning that he was lying but you wanted to humour him, at least. The lie is proven further when he remains stiff against your lips, unmoving without your lead. Thankfully it’s easy to guide him in the kiss as Denji follows your motions, lips opening with you and tongue darting out to meet yours once he garners a taste. Fizzy and sweet, he’s delicious and innocent.
When you pull away finally, Denji feels like he’s floating on clouds.
“Am I the best person you’ve kissed?” He asks quietly, voice weak; he looks just as dopy as he sounds, eyes lidded and hearts replacing his pupils. Your giggle makes his heart flutter.
“You’re good.” You state, though you do think there’s room for improvement.
Denji is glad you lean back in for another kiss; he could go for hours. Thankfully you didn’t notice – or didn’t bring up – the fact that he now had a pillow in his lap to hide his erection. When you pull away he’s a little disappointed, but it gives him the opportunity to run to the bathroom before he cums in his boxers from kissing you.