who will dry your eyes when it falls apart?

Author's Notes: i rly love these two characters and would like to ship them but its difficult to think of stuff. thank you to python for suggesting a mood for this.

Once upon a time, Denji would have found Kobeni's near-constant sobbing annoying. (He secretly still did.) Something compelled him to kiss her tears away that night. (It was gross).

She stopped, though. Then she kissed him.

It was nice. (Unlike the first kiss he had.)

So, he kissed her again. And again. And again.

Each kiss was a little longer, a little firmer, a little hotter. He didn't know where to put his hands before settling on her trembling shoulders. He paused when she began to pluck at the buttons of his shirt. He gripped her tighter before kissing her hard, all tongue and teeth as her hands explored his body.

Heat swirled in his belly and cock. It didn't take long for his prick to throb against her flat belly and steal her attention.

"I'll... I'll take... care of you, Denji," she whispered between shuddering gasps and swallows of saliva. "...If you want."

"Y-yeah!" He said, maybe a little too eagerly.

More clothing was pushed aside and left hanging on tangled limbs to give just enough access to the bits and pieces that both of them wanted. Denji swallowed as he gaped at Kobeni's heaving breasts. It was unlike the firm, almost rubbery softness of Power's fake tits that day. Her skin was so soft. She smelled sweet and salty and weird and wonderful all at once. He craned himself down to bury his face between her heavenly tits and manhandled the soft mounds.

"You're too rough...!" she said with her signature sniffle. He kissed away the tears that threatened to spill from her fluttering lids. Sniffling once again, a clammy hand reached for one of his and placed it between her shaky legs. "Touch me here... please..."

He blinked. His finger swiped across her slit, the very tip dipping between her hairy folds and slipping in deeper once her wetness drooled onto his hands. He couldn't help but marvel at the sensation. She was so wet and hot and tight even as her cunt eagerly swallowed his finger. Velvet heat surrounded his digit, twitching and squeezing around him even as he awkwardly wiggled it around.

"Can I put my dick in there?" he asked.

"...If you want..."

Pure instinct took over. His hands shook violently as she grabbed his throbbing cock and notched it with her drooling pussy. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist, or tried to anyway, before leaning harder against the wall. He held her thigh with his other hand.

A long, tense moment dragged itself across the uneven ground before Denji finally pushed himself inside of Kobeni. It was just the tip, and he already felt like busting his load. Panting, he tried to keep himself from ramming into her as his cock screamed at him to do just that. The woman trembled against him, her nails scratching along his neck as she whined and whimpered into his chest. She wiggled her hips, inevitably pushing him a little deeper and sending him spiraling into the skies above. Her cunt was like heaven.

It was all so good. Too good. Maybe more than he ever deserved. (It was.)

It was his turn to cry. For Kobeni to kiss his tears away while he awkwardly pounded away into her willing cunt.

This wasn't how his first time was supposed to go, but he wouldn't dare change it for the world.