β definitely* not how yβget laid , idiot . β
noting his attitude , sighing .
β says the one who carries booze around , literally everywhere you go . β
"was i supposed to leave you some? tell me next time, i woulda got you extra." he took his empty flask back, putting it back on his belt.
"greedy ass."
taking careful advantage of it . nails scratched lightly , making quick - fading marks , and eventually two of those nails found themselves pinching at a glinting piercing on the boyβs body , gently tugging at it .
β iβll never get what the obsession with these things is . . . β
β sounds like a mindset thatβll bring you a whole new hell , too . β
snatching the flask from his hands , taking a swig of her own .
β pfft . you barely even left a few drops in here . β
at that , she roughly grabbed his face , palm squishing his mouth and fingers locked around his cheeks .
β now that* , you wonβt be doing . nobody is hearing about this , mβkay ? β
other hand still feeling his chest , pinching his nipple lightly .
( shivering harder. Nipples harden under the touch, more sensitive when Quanxi runs her fingers over the pink nubs. Sitting with his hands over his lap, trying to simply take it. )
I'm telling the captain that you're doing this . . .
β mmh ? what might i be disappointed by , boy ? iβm . . . satisfied , as of now . β
her hands slid up , stopped around his nipples again . his skin had goosebumps from the chilly air . . . it felt satisfying to run her hands along it .
( pale, soft skin exposed to cold hair. Body lightly trembling both from the cold and anxiety. She's making him go crazy. Small metal points dot his nipples, hip and collarbones, along with moles like the one under his lip all over the boy's form. )
You'll be disappointed . . .
β this is the 14th time youβve asked . this year . will you give it a rest , kishibe ? β
rubbing the bridge of her nose . honestly , she often wondered if kishibe got a few screws knocked loose , or something .
β your breath is . . . warm . pleasant .
β- youβre welcome . <3 β
she fully slips the top off of him , hands caressing his arms , squeezing his hands , moving back up to his shoulders and down to his stomach , only a bit lower to his pants . . .
Haa - hhhh . .
( her skin feels cold against his, invading. Trying his best not to enjoy the touch but it's hard when her hands feel so nice and soft. )
T - thank you . ? π§
now that he accepted it , she took a step further . unbuttoning his shirt , revealing his smooth , youthful skin .
β you have β- a slimmer body than expected . youβre suprisingly feminine . . . β
showing just a hint of interest now , though she always kept a dead expression .
( poor boy. Head hitting the wall behind them with a quiet thud. Yoshida lightheaded and barely responding to the kisses with little sad whimpers. Eyes roll back in his skull before fluttering closed, letting Quanxi have her way. )
β huuh . . . strange , i thought you to be similar to chainsaw .
β- just think of it as a way to pass the time . βsβnot like iβm into men , anyways . β
pushing him down again , despite his pleas . the ambient noise of the lights was almost deafening , behind the wet smooching .
( staring up at her, frozen like a scared child. Not quite sure if he was hallucinating or actually lucid. His palm comes to rest over the side of his face. Quietly wiping the lipstick off. )
I - I don't like women . I'm a minor . . I don't want any problems , please .
it wasnβt graceful nor sexy , just brutish mashing of lips . a bit of her lipstick smeared off on the side of the boyβs face , as she pulled away slowly .
β mmh . . . your lips are softer than my girlsβ . β
( eyes widen, trying to pull back. He won't fight too hard, simply trying to tug away. It doesn't feel right. Not attraction or love in that kiss, just forceful touching. )
curtly nodding her head , rudely brushing off his complaint . she didnβt necessarily see him as chainsaw man , or as denji ; moreso , just another young devil hunter , who would probably die young too .
β true . . . wanna go take a break ? need a smoke . β
β I've got a name.... β
he pouted softly, he was sick of people just seeing him for the chainsaw heart inside of his chest, rather than the one he was born with...
β what ever . . . nothings even happening... β
β huuh ? do i need something . . . mmh , i dunno , βmβtryna figure that out myself . β
one hand grabbing his collar , firmly , but not too rough , so she didnβt startle him too bad . though , it was unavoidable , once she forced her lips onto his .
β- what was she doing ?
( gaze up at her when he finally notices. Slowly backing up against the wall. What does she want? Scary. )
. . . Quanxi - sama ? Do you , um . Need something ?