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You were in your house, lying on your bed, extremely bored.

Your husband finally came home, slamming the front door shut behind him.

"H/n?" You shouted, hearing loud footsteps approach your room.

Once he entered, wearing a black suit jacket with a white dress shirt under, and a pear of black slacks, he dropped his gun on the bed and raised one eyebrow.

You noticed he was in a rough mood, so you mocked him with another raised eyebrow.

He chuckled and began to undress. "Y'know, today has been insanely stressful. I think it's safe to say I deserve some type of desert, hm?"

He towered over you, halfway undressed with his brown fluffy hair messed up. "Show me what I've been dying to see all day."

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