Denji breathes heavy when you deliberately corner him inside your shared bedroom. He went out on patrol again but this time was drenched in blood and guts and you rolled your eyes the moment he came home dripping devil guts all over your floor and carpets.
"Denji. You do realize how much harder it is to clean blood stains on cloth right? Especially when it's this much?" you tap your foot patiently. You aren't mad of course.. these things happen! It is part of the job. However..
Denji squirms. He blinks and his mouth opens and closes. Then opens again to say something but he just makes a disgruntled noise.
"Y-Yes." he clears his throat, "Yeah. I.. Uhh.. tried to clean up b-before comin' home, swear!"
He whimpers when you look at him unimpressed, "Baby... Are you mad..?"
You immediately drop the act of being annoyed, you can't stand acting that way, especially toward denji.
"N-no! I was just playing with you. Kidding, you know? wanna wash up?" you ask him gently as you take his blood soaked hand. denji flinches at the contact, knowing that he didn't want to stain your pretty skin with his disgusting one.
"With you right? Shower.. together?" he mutters and closes his eyes, fantasizing about your naked body on his.
You hum, "Yes Den, I'll scrub away the smell of devil blood off of you so good? you'll feel clean for days." Denji nods at this and grips your hand tighter.
"My dick just got hard." He blurts out and you pause, hand hovering over the bathroom door handle.
"Show me." you counter and he blushes to the tips of his ears. An eager nod was all you needed.
The bath was already ready when you both entered but Denji decides that he's getting what he wants first and not want he needs. He strips off his bloody clothing and wraps his arms around your body to pull you close. His scent is weirdly intoxicating when he kisses you downright desperate, eyes shut and mouth moving against yours with insistent whimpers.
Later, you took charge anyway. Sitting him closely in front of yourself so you could see every inch of his needy cock.
"Does my pretty boy feel good?" you whisper sweetly into his ear while your hand pumps his cute cock until it turns a blushy red.
"A-ah y-yes! Feels s'good !" denji grips your thighs and digs his nails into your skin unknowingly, his hips thrusting into your palm with mindless pleasure.
you pinch his nipple with a small laugh and nipped his ear, stimulating his flesh so he twitches in your hold.
His cock is so wet and slippery and you curl your hand into a small hole so the tip is pressured by the warmth of your hand. "A-ah!! so g-good..!" he mewls and humps his hips into your palm to reach the climax he's been itching for.
Denji opens his mouth in a silent scream before spurting ropes of thick cum that reaches up and hits you square in the face.
you pause all movements and still your hand as denji busied himself from catching his breath. not long before looking back to see the cum that slides down your forehead and cheek
"O-Oh...shit. m'sorry babe!" your boyfriend frantically cups the lukewarm water from the tub and gently washes away the dribbling jizz off of your face. your brows furrowed and eyes closed when he cleans you.
he then pouts apologetically and pressed his body further into yours so he could nuzzle his face into your damp neck, "sorry baby."
you sigh and nodded in understanding (you really can't be mad at him can you?) and rubbed his back softly, "let me clean you up den..." and then you scrubbed him with your peach scented body wash so you could cuddle him properly later on.
