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❝ I think we both know what you want.
Be a good girl and you might get it.
You want me? ❞
❝Yes, please.❞
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a/n: IM BACK FROM THE DEADDDDDD!!! hi my pookies. so. depression and uni have been tag teaming me. woman in stem or whatever. your comments have been keeping me going!!! When you're reading this, I'll have a few chaps stored up so i don't have hiatuses like this anymore teehee. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS!! its a two parter, so chapter two will be coming soon!!!
okay!! comment!!! vote!!! love you all!!!! muah!!!! xxx
CW: smut, denji. (NOT BETA'd. olivia will be my beta-er.)
wc: 6.8k
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YOU TOLD YOUR HUSBAND you had a mission today. You told him you would be out all day – and probably into the night – with division four, which wasn't totally a lie. In fact, it wasn't even a stretch of the truth by much at all. You had spent the earlier half of your day making rounds in Tokyo with division four, ultimately finding that the perpetrator of a series of mysterious sounds coming from the downtown area was a tiny little cheese devil, which was disposed of in a matter of minutes.
What had been a lie, however, was that you would be out all night with the entirety of division four. Realistically, it was only one member.
"I'm hopping in the bath," Aki sighed. He slipped his blood-soaked shirt (and coat) into a black trash bag. He kicked off his Converses, too. In the other room, he had left the tap on so that the tub could fill with warm water.
You followed him to the bedroom door, which you had left cracked open by accident a few minutes earlier when you and him had stumbled home. In the living room, Aki's roommates ran around barefoot, chasing after one another for god knows what reason.
Even with his back turned – his toned, muscly back that rippled when he moved – he towered over you. Stepping behind him, you asked, "Can I come with you?"
He turned around then, face dusted with that pink tint you had grown to love. Like he – after all of the unspeakable things he had done to you – was embarrassed at the prospect of you wanting to bathe with him. Always the gentleman.
