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As soon as Asa got home from her copy-editing temp job, she’d locate her snoozing boyfriend in the apartment, lay down on top of him, and stick her head underneath his top. It didn’t matter what he was wearing: a T-shirt, a hoodie, or a sweater. It was always the same routine. 

Home and pressed.  

Denji at rest.  

Bare chest.

The best.  

Her impromptu poem didn’t really rhyme, but whatever. It didn’t matter. 

Once underneath Denji’s top, Asa would spend at least ten minutes, huffing his freshly-washed scent from his collarbones and the length of his sternum. Now that Denji’s frequently bathed with her and not the huskies, Asa could customize his natural scent with whatever kind of shampoo or soap she wanted. Musky, sweet, floral—all she had to do was buy it from her favorite local merchant at the farmer’s market. Denji never complained. 

The worst thing that ever happened from this nasty habit of hers was that Denji occasionally woke up to Asa sniffing him. Their exchange was always the same. 

“Asa?” His voice would be husky, rough, and ragged from his deep sleep. Asa always had to cross her legs to keep from springing upon him in a less appropriate manner. 

“Yes?” Asa asked. 

Sniff. 

“You’re home.” 

Sniff. 

“ That, I am.” Asa resisted the urge to tuck her arms into the makeshift cloth fort and tease his chest. Instead, she decided to rest her chin on the center of his sternum and peer up at him through the top’s neck hole. 

“Um…need something?” he asked drowsily before giving a big dog-like yawn. 

“Just you.”

Despite the pretty pink flush that always appeared on his cheeks, Denji rolled his eyes.

“In that way, or not really?” 

Asa gave a little smile before taking another whiff of Denji’s scent. It was already stupidly indulgent, awakening Denji from his precious rest before his next night shift. She didn’t need to worry him about other carnal desires, even though she knew all she needed was to ask. For now, all she needed was this. 

“Not really.” 

Denji gathered Asa into a bear hug and crushed her to his naked chest. “Well, you might not need me, but I need you,” he rumbled, speaking from the back of his throat.

It was Asa’s turn to go absolutely red. 

“Need you to cuddle with me,” he clarified with a smirk, peeking at her through the neck hole. 

“Ugh, fine,” Asa said, wriggling free. “Only for an hour though, okay? I have work to do.”

“…‘Kay.”

One hour always turned into at least three of rest, comfort, and joy. Home at last, safe in each other’s arms. 

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Denji was so predictable. As soon as he figured out he could make Asa come with only his tongue, everything changed. The way that Asa gasped above him, hair sticking to her naked tits and face in a careless manner…it awakened something in him. He added a new mission to his life to the ones he already had.

Protect his animal herd.

Protect Nayuta.

Protect Asa.

And this, if he was successful in those three goals, his new mission was to go down on Asa and shower her with as many orgasms as she wanted.

“Baby…I have to go to work after this…Yuko’s waiting to let me in…and you need to go back to sleep….”

Denji’s arms locked Asa in place on bed as he buried his face between her bare thighs.

“Denji?”

He ground his erection into the wrinkled sheets, ready to whip it out if Asa wanted it or to take care of it himself after she left. Whatever she desired, he was ready for it. If it was a third morning orgasm by box munching, so be it.

“Denji, are you listening?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, sucked at her oversensitive clit and let go of his grip on her pale and scarred thighs. They shut on either side of his head like a spring-trap and squeezed. He laughed into her skin. The resulting vibration and cessation of sucking caused Asa to huff loudly as the tension in her belly lessened.

“Denji!” Asa barked. “You…you brat!” Her hand snaked into his blond bangs and pulled.

Your brat, he would’ve said had he not otherwise been occupied.

“Go…go back to what you were doing!” Asa ordered, her voice going cool in a way that made Denji melt.

Denji barely suppressed a whine as more precum slipped into his ruined boxers. Asa tasted so good, in a way that was more than just sexual. He’s never tell her, but the way she tasted here made him want to sink his teeth into her arm and lap at her blood. Not that he ever would— this , the fact she trusted his wretched body to do this, was enough. Denji sped up his pathetic humping, hopelessly seeking relief among cotton cloth and not within Asa’s pussy.

It took Asa less than a minute to reach her climax. Denji obediently stayed put, continuing to service her until she stopped shaking. When her muscles finally slacked, she opened her legs wider to peer down at him. Denji stopped and propped his chin up on her pubic mound. He wanted to be praised—to be called a “good boy,” but Asa’s dazed expression made a bratty comment slip out.

“Ya sure you don’t need a fourth?”

After surveying his wetness-covered face, Asa smirked. “Gross! Go clean up.”

Denji grinned. He knew what that phrase translated into.

“Maybe after work.”

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Asa sometimes forgot how objectively beautiful her husband was. Curly light-colored hair everywhere, lightly tanned and freckled skin, and pink. Pink everywhere in just the right places. 

In some ways, Asa supposed she was jealous. Denj wasn’t only effortlessly handsome—he was also kind. Kind, gentle, sweet, and freely forgiving to a wife who struggled more than she should communicating her needs and desires. Asa wished that she could be as socially intelligent as him—heck, she had gotten so much better since she’d first met him in high school, but still. She struggled so much. If Asa stayed up too late at night, alone in bed while Denji was at his shift, she worried that one day he might leave. She worried that he might find someone like his first flames, Makima and Reze, who was equally socially proficient as he was. His real soulmate. They’d be a power couple together, walking around outside for the public to fawn over. 

But…

But there was one thing that the admiring public would never have that she would: Denji, with his insane flexibility, tied up in silk or hemp rope of any color she desired.

“Denji?” 

“Hm?” 

“Does this knot feel good?” Asa asked, referencing the cross hitches at his outer thigh that locked off the improved harness of black silk rope encircling his naked hips. Soon, the hip harness would be matched with bunny ties for his arms and frog ties for his legs. He would be so cute that Asa was sure she’d get some cute aggression by the end of their session. 

“Mhm…” 

Asa smiled. Just by one look at his face, she could tell that Denji was deep in sub space already, feeling warm and fuzzy. The pure center of her attention, just how he liked to be. 

“You sure?” 

They had a safe word in place, but Asa found herself asking the question anyway. Denji was strong enough to break rope if he needed to without the use of scissors, but the last thing she wanted to do was invite unnecessary discomfort. 

“Hmmm…very sure,” Denji got out, his cinnamon-coloured eyes flitting up to meet hers. He smiled dreamily, triggering Asa to grab him by the jaw and kiss him gently. He hummed beneath her lips and smiled even wider when she finally pulled away.

“It’s not far,” Asa said softly.

“What’s not…?”

“You’re too freaking cute. What am I gonna do with you?”

“Hmmm…marry me?”

Asa grinned, holding up her free left hand. A simple gold band sat there, right underneath a modest moissanite engagement ring. “I did that already.” 

Denji’s eyebrows narrowed contemplatively before rising in profound revelation. “Marry me again?” 

Asa couldn’t help but kiss her husband again, a kiss that he happily accepted. “I hope you know that I’ll do that in every lifetime.” 

“I know.”

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Denji wasn’t quite sure what happened that day. It wasn’t the sight of some devil fight’s squashed aftermath that had caused it when he was walking home from work. No, it was the scent that he’d picked up there. A sickly sweet powdery scent clung to his clothes, to his hair, to his backpack. Like roses and rot. 

Get out. Get out now.

Though its origins were unknown, Denji’s gut told him that it was a dangerous scent. One that made him want to sink his teeth into the neck of a random woman on the street and fuck her brains out. A thought that made him want to vomit.  

Go home, his mental voice screamed. Ya gotta get home. 

Denji’s leisurely walk turned into a jog as the symptoms worsened. First, a tightening sensation was felt across his sternum. That was followed by a warm and tingly sensation running up his legs and into his crotch. Denji stuck his hand in his pocket, adjusting himself before his arousal could be noticed by passersby. 

He could find a bathroom, he supposed. Run into a restaurant, find the staff bathroom, and shakily rub his problem away by himself. He’d done it before when he was living on the streets, and he could do it again. 

No…

He couldn’t do that again. As an adult, he trusted only one person with any matter relating to sex. That’d be his wife. If she wasn’t there, even masturbating caused him to feel like there was ten kilograms of concrete in his chest.

I…I need Asa. 

Denji broke into an awkward run with his hand still in his pocket once he reached his apartment complex. He bounded up the stairs, two at a time, to reach their apartment. 

Fuck…

His shaky hands barely got his key into the lock. 

Fuck! 

He flung the door wide, and there she was, washing up her oatmeal bowl in the sink. She looked over her shoulder at the door’s bang.

Asa.

His wife wore her favorite out of his hoodie collection. A navy blue one with an orange cartoon dog on the stomach.  

Asa.

Her wet hair was piled up high on her head, secured in place by an old pink scrunchie. Her face was still pink from her shower. 

Asa…! 

She was so pretty that he couldn’t keep down a sob. Her dark eyes widened with alarm. 

“Denji?” 

He didn’t deserve her. He never had. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Denji was upon her in a millisecond, his arms encircling her shoulders. 

“I need to fuck something,” he begged coarsely into her neck. His lips had gone bone dry. He licked them in a futile effort to wet them. He tried not to bite.

“Me…?”

Denji shook his head. With the pent-up violence ricocheting through his muscles, he knew if they fucked right now he would hurt her. Break her. Maybe even kill her. He couldn’t do that. He would die before he let it get to that. 

Denji did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed Asa’s hand and shoved it into his boxers, hoping she’d get the hint. 

She did. She almost always did.

Denji held Asa firmly, but at the same time as fragilely as he could to his chest, shaking and spasming against her while she worked her soft hands up and down his weeping cock. He was always wet when he was aroused, but somehow the scent had made it worse. 

It only took a matter of minutes for Denji to reach his orgasm. Quick to shoot and reload, as he had seen it once described in a porno magazine. 

“Is that better…?” Asa asked, uncertainty obvious in her voice. 

Denji wasn’t sure yet.  Despite the resulting mess in his pants and on Asa’s hand, he didn’t let go. He wouldn’t let down his guard until the dark feeling was gone completely. 

Asa didn’t push him away. She petted his hair until his body finally went limp around her. 

“Whew, you stink,” she said quietly, but matter-of-factly. “Once you’re ready, let’s get your clothes in the washer and you in the shower. Alright?” 

Denji finally let tears of relief begin to drip down his face. Whatever it was was finally gone, and he hoped he wouldn’t encounter it ever again. 

“Alright.” 

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“You spoil him too much,” Yuko commented to Asa once. Since the manuscript wasn’t due until the end of the week, they were playing hooky from work that afternoon at the local coffee shop. 

Asa nearly choked on a swallow of hot black coffee. Yuko smirked as Asa collected herself. 

“What?! No, I don’t,” Asa grumbled once her life stopped flashing before her eyes, dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a paper napkin. 

“You spoil-spoil Denji, Asa.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Asa retorted.

“The haircuts, the pedicures, the clothes shopping, the trips, the toys…” Yuko’s eyebrow raised dangerously with a sly smirk. 

Asa covered her face with her hands. Yuko had gotten that confession after a night of workplace drinking, but thankfully Asa hadn’t gone into explicit detail. 

“Wives don’t usually do that much for their husbands. You know that, right?”

Asa’s cheeks went red, but she kept her mouth shut. Yuko wasn’t wrong. Asa spoiled the crap out of Denji, but it was because Denji spoiled her in return. He cleaned, cooked, ran almost all of the errands, cared for his sister and their pets, and even managed all the household finances. He was never not working, even when he complained about his long to-do list in his free time. The conversation was always the same.

“ Need help? ” she’d ask. 

“ What? Nah. I’m capable, ” was his answer with a toothy grin.

Every single time. 

How could Asa not spoil her handsome and hardworking husband, especially with what she knew about his past? With Asa’s inability to adequately vocalize her feelings, showering Denji with her time, physical touch, and gifts was the main way she showed her appreciation, apparently. 

“I know, but he deserves it.”

“Why?”

“He just does, okay?” Asa snapped. Yuko gave a mischievous smile and went back to her latte. She knew not to push any further than that. 

❦

“Asa?” Denji asked breathlessly. 

Asa snapped out of her memory of Yuko in the coffee shop. 

Oh, right.

While she was distracted, Denji became spread out before her on the couch, his oil-stained work clothes all in disarray. A disarray of her own making.

“You good?” he clarified. His hands hovered above her hips, not daring to touch without her permission. 

Asa blinked. She had trapped him beneath her own body, and he was pliant. Pliant and ready. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m good,” she answered. Tawny skin, curly blond hair, and blatant arousal in all the right places peeked out. The sight made her body ache to be joined with his. 

Cute golden lab boy. 

From neglect to comfort. 

My sweet idiot. 

“You wanna continue?” Denji asked quietly, his need for reassurance ever present. 

Asa pressed a kiss to his mouth and leaned back. Denji’s blush spread up to the very tips of his ears. 

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

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It started out as a bachelor party gift from Yoshida.

“For when you two freaks finally start experimenting,” he’d said to Denji.

“You’re the fucking worst,” Denji had growled, chucking the freshly unwrapped dildo at his oldest still-living male friend. 

“Trust me, it’s a nice quality one too. Good brand,” Yoshida assured him, taking the big purple dildo and slamming it down base-first on the table. It suction-cupped to the table and stood upright. 

“I’ll use it when I’m finally dead,” Denji barked back. 

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You’re a hypocrite, Denji scolded himself, recalling the embarrassing memory. He had said that, yet here he was, at its mercy in Asa’s harness, and he wasn’t dead yet. Not physically yet, anyway.

In some ways, pegging was better than normal sex, Denji had discovered. Denji liked being underneath Asa, completely relinquishing his own power to be at his wife’s. He liked the way her loose hair tickled his shoulders and how her soft tits pressed against his back. Sure, he couldn’t see her fat ass (his favorite of Asa’s physical attributes) or her pretty face, but the dirty talk streaming from her lips and the gasp caused by the vibrator on her clit was more than enough to make up for it. 

“You’re such a good boy for me,” Asa purred, angling her hips to thrust into him in just the right way. “Taking me so well…” 

Pegging time was the only time Asa became her bossiest self, and Denji loved it. He moaned loudly in response, arching his back as far as he could go to show how much he appreciated her. Even accepting him, even like this. 

She was his, but more importantly, he was hers. With every thrust in and out of his body, that point was emphasized even further. 

Hers.

“Such a brat sometimes…”

Hers.

“but…”

Hers.

“My brat, sometimes. But also my good boy.” 

All hers.

“My only boy. The bestest boy ever.” 

Her silly words of approval went directly to his crotch in a wave of pleasure. He was close. So fucking close. 

Still thrusting, Asa reached around him to stroke his dripping cock, but Denji found himself pathetically slapping her hand away with a whine. His dick was so sensitive that his orgasm would be painful if she touched at this point. 

“Stop moving!” he begged. 

Asa’s arm wrapped around his chest, the back of her arm pressing down on his hard nipples. “Say it nicely,” she warned with three punishing thrusts that nearly took him over the edge. 

“Please! Please, please, please stop moving,” he pleaded in a high-pitched needy voice. 

Shit, I’m such a slut.

“Whatever,” Asa growled, but she ceased her motion.

Denji wasted no time fucking himself back onto the dildo‘s thick length, pathetically making noises like a bitch in heat. If he didn’t angle himself in just the right way, the building pressure in his gut would wane. Asa’s fingers reassuringly rubbed circles into his hips and lower stomach.

“Good job….you look so good on me, baby,” she purred. “You’re so pretty.” Asa never would have told him that as a self-conscious teenager, but now they were older, she was unashamed to speak from the heart at times. Her praise set his nerves alight. 

She likes it. She really likes it. 

The fact that she was actually enjoying the view was what took him over the edge.

“Aah—!” 

Denji bit down on the back of his palm as his orgasm hit deep in his gut. With quivering legs, he spilled multiple times onto the ratty towel underneath him.

Sh…shit.

It felt so good that he felt a few tears drip down the side of his nose as he went completely limp—the tell-tale sign that he was done for the day. He wiped them away before Asa could notice while she clicked off the vibrator affixed to her harness. 

Harness and dildo still attached, Asa flopped over beside him, bossiness gone and her regular eternally concerned self back. 

“You good?” Asa asked, wariness dancing in her eyes.

Denji awarded her with a shy kiss.

Of course he was good. Better than good, actually. Fantastic.

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They had drunk too much that night. Too many shots in Asa’s book meant that her insecurities reared their ugly heads. She began to ask too many questions. 

“Denji?” Asa asked. Her head was in his lap, dizzy from dark whiskey. His hands combed through her sweaty hair. 

“Yeah?”

“If Reze or Makima showed up and declared their love for you again, would you leave me?” 

Asa looked up into Denji’s upside down face. His expression was unreadable.

“Makima’s dead, Asa.”

“I know that .”

“And Reze’s probably somewhere in Siberia or something.”

“Okay, but what if she were to come back to Japan? What if she actually secretly loved you the whole time, something happened, and she came back for you?”

“...There’s no reason to make ‘what-if’s, Asa. I’ll never leave ya.” 

Asa had no reason to doubt Denji’s words, but the ugly green monster of jealousy bubbled up inside of her rib cage. The alcohol in her veins didn’t stop her from asking the next question. 

“Okay, well, if you don’t want to leave me, would you ask me to have a threesome with you and her?”

His hands stopped stroking her hair. Denji was then silent for longer than Asa liked. Her heart dropped to her shoes. 

“No, never would.”

“Never?”

“Never?”

“Why?”

“Do…do ya really wanna know why?” Denji asked haltingly. 

“I do.”

“It’s…’cause she bit my tongue off.”

“Bit…?”

”There were fireworks, we were kissing, and she bit my tongue off. Clean in two.” 

Asa internally cringed, remembering how nervous Denji was with open-mouthed kissing when they first started dating. 

So…so that’s why.

Asa had thought at the time it was because of Yoru, but such a traumatic experience would make a lot more sense

“Showed me the severed tip of my tongue on hers after she did it and right before she slit my throat, “ Denji continued. 

Asa couldn’t believe her ears. 

“Slit…?”

“Yeah, slit. I’d never feel safe around her ever again if I was to meet her. ‘Cause of that, no threesome. Not in a million years.”

Asa had more questions that she couldn’t swallow down.

“I knew you didn’t like her any more because she nearly killed you, but…why…why haven’t you told me about those details before?”

“You never asked, so why burden ya with something so gross?”

Asa knew she should feel rather grateful to be spared such details before, but…

“I wish you told me that a lot earlier,” Asa confessed. 

Crap, the alcohol’s gonna make me cry. 

“Never found a good time to tell you,” Denji admitted. “Plus, by the first time we kissed—really kissed, like you and me, you made Pochita and me feel happy. Over-the-moon happy. You’re the only one who’s done that for us. Felt like you didn’t need to know after that cause it might've scared you away.” Denji sighed, sounding suddenly weary. 

“Well, I wanna know everything from here on out, okay? Even…even your masturbation methods,” she declared with a vile-tasting hiccup.

Denji smiled gently as his hands started to once again comb through her hair. 

“We’ll talk about all this again once you’re sober, okay?”

“Fine, fine.”

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Asa’s lip curled at the pathetic expression on Denji’s face.

“Are you really that desperate for me, Denji?” she teased. 

Denji nodded. There was no reason to hide his true feelings. Here he was, kneeling, naked, and dripping precum onto the hardwood. All just because she’d taken her stockings off. Her naked legs were proudly marked with battle scars and stretchmarks. Enviously imperfect compared to his own skin. 

“What do you want to do with me?” Asa continued, her intonation indicating boredom. Her fingers casually fiddled at the top button of her cozy sweater. Denji swallowed, trying to recall what she had put on underneath that garment this morning.  

Eat you. Eat you until there’s nothing left. Until you and I are one.

“Eat you…out,” Denji got out despite his dry throat, secretly glad he didn’t give into his impulsive devil-like thoughts. Asa grinned approvingly as her thumbs went to the elastic band of her bikini-style sage green underwear at the top of each hip. 

“Only if you agree to strip for me next time. In whatever I want.”

That was an exciting idea—he’d never done that before. Denji wondered what kinda clothes he’d strip out of—lingerie? His work uniform? Maybe even a super special outfit, bought just for him? The very idea went straight to his cock. 

“Well?” Asa asked again, sterner this time. 

Denji nodded faster this time, now super eager to say what he knew would get him what he wanted. “Whatever you want is whatever I want.” 

“Good boy.”

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Asa learned about Denji’s desire to be praised very early on in their relationship. Sure, she liked compliments as well, but Denji’s drive for her approval was far beyond hers by a long shot.

It manifested in every form: at rest, at work, and especially at play. 

“Good boy.” 

It is always been a dreams of Denji’s, sourced from a porno no doubt, to fuck in a car. And so here they were, in the backseat of a brand new rental. The windows were all covered and the scent of sex was in the air. 

“How good?” he challenged her breathlessly. 

Oh no. 

Denji did this way too often—challenging her to elaborate on her praise. He liked explicit details too much, something that Asa didn’t consider herself that good at verbalizing. 

“Good enough to make me…me want your cock in my pussy,” Asa began haltingly.

Denji whined into her ear, completely uninhibited.

Whew.

She was glad he didn’t tease her when she struggled to string words together. 

“I love the way you fuck me,” she continued, a little braver from his positive response. 

“Yeah?”

“You have a perfect cock for what I need,” she clarified. “Just the right shape and size.”

Being not that big, Asa knew that her husband loved hearing phrases like that. 

“I love it when you’re needy.”

Denji wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close, picking up his movement inside of her to the speed that he knew she liked. She inhaled sharply and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. 

“I love the way how nicely you clean up after yourself when you come inside me—how you make sure to get me off as many times as I need,” she said, her cheeks reddening. It was hard to exist as someone with a high sex drive and a slight repulsion to sex, but Denji had never shamed her for either part of herself. 

Denji rolled his hips, his dick slowing and pressing up to a sensitive spot inside of her. Asa’s hand went to his hair and grabbed it at the roots. Her non-verbal cue to keep doing that. Just that.

“Your body was made for me and…and only me.”

Denji moaned and began panting, obviously tempted to thrust harder, but staying at the pace she desired like the good boy he was. The orgasm—her fourth—built up in her pelvic girdle.“Mostly importantly, though…I love you. I love everything about you, not just your body—and…and I’ll always be here. For you, for Nayuta…for everyone.”

Denji spilled into Asa with a soft cry. He held her close as he began to sob into her shoulder. Despite Asa’s own desire to clean up as soon as she could, she held her husband back until he came back down to earth. 

Don’t you know, silly,

That my heart is always yours

To cherish and hold?

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Denji adored it when Asa was horny. Unlike him, she saw it as a nuisance—an itch she needed to scratch so that she could get on with her day. 

Just by an aggravated sigh, a door slam, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal, Denji could tell that she was ready to jump on him. 

“Denji, give me your face,” Asa huffed, ripping off of her skirt and underwear but leaving the rest of her cute outfit on.  

Denji barely had time to smile before Asa had straddled his face where he lay on the couch. He moaned loudly, taking in her scent as she pressed the apex of her thighs onto his mouth. His hands went to caress the soft curves of her ass, but Asa quickly grabbed them and pinned both above his head. 

“ No. Hands, ” she hissed dangerously, emphasizing each word as her clit pressed harder and harder against his nose. “ I have a manuscript to turn in tonight, so h urry up. ” 

Denji acknowledged her command with an affirmative hum. If he had his mouth free, he knew just what he’d say. 

“ Yes, Miss. Anything for you. ”

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Asa was usually a “one and done”-type of girl. She just needed to get off once a day, preferably before work, and she’d be a happy camper until the day after. 

Denji, however, was the opposite. He relished in orgasm after orgasm until his superhuman body couldn’t take it anymore.

“Denji, you need to get to work soon.” 

The sun was setting on the day Asa had decided to take work off to do nothing but spoil her husband instead. 

“Huh? Already?” Denji sounded drunk, letting those words fall from his lips. Asa’s words diverted his attention from the wand vibrator that she pressed against the frenulum of his soft and spent cock. 

“If you keep trying for another orgasm, Pochita’s gonna have his own heart attack or something.” 

Denji looked at her with an expression that was one part wounded and two parts pouty. “No, he won’t.”

“He might.”

“Well, I have it on good authority he’s fine.”

“After thirty orgasms?”

“Yes,” Denji said firmly. “Completely fine.”

Asa’s eyes lingered on her husband’s thoroughly used body. His skin shone with sweat and was speckled by red wax drips. Eagerly desired bitemarks and bruises covered his shoulders, back, and ass. She had used him in just about every way imaginable, including riding him until her own junk was numb. Yet here Denji was, trying to eek out one more orgasm before his shift started. 

What a crazy refraction period. 

Asa gave a huff as one final lingering strand of sadism exposed itself in her soul, 

“Well, don’t blame me if something goes wrong.” 

“Asa, wha—”

Asa clicked on the vibrator to full strength and pressed down even harder. 

“A—ah!” 

Denji jerked in response, trying to worm away from the toy due to oversensitivity, but it was to no avail. His legs shook as the vibrator delivered his twenty-fourth dry orgasm directly to his cock. 

“Alright, there you go. Time to get your ass in the shower, silly.”

Denji rolled his eyes, but the warm glow in his cheeks was unmistakable. Even at her cruelest, Asa loved Denji too much to let him suffer for long.

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“Asa,” Denji caught himself whining, “Please…”

Asa’s fingers stopped groping Denji’s chest, crotch, and ass—all of which were covered by his sweaty workout clothes, but still.

“Please…stop? Stop what?” Asa teasingly asked into his shoulder. She did this about every other week, taking advantage of his insane hypersensitivity reduced to minimally normal levels of sensitivity by some linen or polyester. With nothing but her fingers and her braless chest pressed into his back, Asa would caress, squeeze, and stroke him to at least one embarrassing orgasm right after he returned from the gym.  

“H—hey! That’s not what I meant—”

Asa let her thumb “accidentally” swipe over his left nipple as her arms went to wrap around his waist. A full-body shiver coursed through his limbs, so intense that Denji had to steady himself with Asa’s strong arms. For as lithe as Asa was, she was deceivingly strong— a remnant from her now void contract with the War Devil.

“I mean, Asa, is ’please touch me.’ Make me…” Denji suppressed an internal groan, knowing how embarrassing his usual request was.

“Make you my…?”

Asa’s hand slipped down in between his legs. Denji crumbled with a shaky breath. 

“Make me your dog.”

“My dog?” Asa said coyly.

“Your dog,” Denji whimpered. “Your dog, and…and no one else’s.” 

Chapter Text

The way that Asa lovingly rubbed Denji’s thighs as he rode her strap warmed both his chest and his dick. She grinned like an idiot while her dark eyes sparkled beneath him. She cooed one sweet phrase after another, praising him for taking her so well. 

He smiled back down at her. He never thought he would feel good like this, but taking stuff up the ass with a patient partner was surprisingly super fun. 

“Denji?” 

“Yeah?” Sweat trickled down his spine. Riding was harder work than expected, especially on post-transformation days. Now that Denji was older, his body didn’t bounce back immediately like it had five years ago. His thighs were wicked sore.

“Look in the mirror.” 

“M…mirror?” 

“Yes, the new one.” 

“Oh, right.”

Denji glanced over at the brand new mirror that was propped up next to their bed, ready to be installed by him that afternoon.

“What do you think?”

“‘Bout what?” 

“About what you see.” 

“Eh…I dunno.” Truthfully, it was weird to see his naked reflection, all older and softer angles than the person he mentally pictured himself to be. 

“Well, I think you’re handsome. Like, super handsome,” Asa murmured under her breath as his own movements slowed and she began to thrust up. “Especially like this.” 

What the fuck is she talking about?

“You’re cuter than I am,” Denji grumbled, frowning at the mirror’s reflection. He was red-faced and sweaty too. What was hot in that reflection was Asa, her small tits bouncing with every thrust.

“I disagree.” Asa reached behind and squeezed his ass, causing Denji to bite his upper lip and suppress a very unmanly noise. “I couldn’t get a better-looking guy. I’m so lucky.”

Lucky? 

“You are?” Denji asked, barely above a whisper.  

Asa nodded eagerly. Denji looked from the reflection of Asa’s blissed-out profile again to his own body. Sure, his looks weren’t that great in his opinion, but if she liked what he possessed…well, he was happy to give his body to her. 

I’m all yours, Asa. Forever and ever.

Chapter Text

“I only kissed you because it felt good. Don’t get cocky!” Asa didn’t know what the circumstances were that led to those words falling from her lips. 

A younger Denji slumped against the wall looked up at her, eyes full of unshed tears and confusion. They were in a nondescript alleyway as a downpour fell upon them, soaking through their clothes and hair to the skin. Asa couldn’t resist bending over and kissing him again. His lips were cracked and dry beneath hers. 

“ Do you like me?” he asked as soon as she broke the kiss.

“Of course I do, idiot. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you were to ask me to marry you again, I would do it without hesitation.” 

Those weren’t the words coming out of her mouth. 

“I don’t like you,” she said instead. 

No…no! 

Before Asa could correct herself, the scene shifted before her eyes. 

She was in an alien forest now, surrounded by tall cypress trees. A shining lake shimmered just beyond where she stood. Its glassy surface reflected eerie light. Another younger Denji, asleep, lay at Asa’s feet. He wore battered and torn clothes, unlike any she had ever seen him in. His pronounced eye bags were worse than usual too. Asa’s heart thumped with worry. 

If Asa was in her right mind, she would go rest beside him, careful not to wake him. But she wasn’t. 

“Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” came from her mouth. Petty but powerful rage ran through her veins.  She pressed her blackened pointer finger like the barrel of a gun into his mouth. 

Why…?

Before she could witness anything else, Asa woke up from the nightmare on her side. Sobs after sobs left her throat.

I can’t breathe. 

She hugged her knees to her chest, willing the feeling to go away. 

What…what happened? 

In the midst of her heightened emotions, Asa began to piece reality back together piece by piece. Denji had asked her to choke him to completion, he had come, and then they had fallen asleep.

Right? 

Asa turned over. 

He’s…not here. 

Denji wasn’t in bed, curled up in her arms like usual.

Crap.

Her crying intensified, her ribs hurting from the exertion. 

What if I lost control of my body to Yoru while I was choking him?

The War Devil hadn’t controlled Asa’s body in nearly three years, but Yoru still haunted Asa’s dreams on occasion. In those dreams, Yoru would whisper into Asa’s ear about how she might come back if she felt like it, in between distressing scenarios like the ones Asa had just witnessed.

He might be dead, and it’s my —

“Asa?” 

Asa’s sobs got louder at the sound of Denji’s voice. A single glance at him caused even more hysterical crying. 

“Shit, what’s wrong?” he asked as he set a wine glass of water with a clink on her nightstand. 

“It’s…it’s…” Asa internally cursed herself for not being able to string words together.  

Denji’s side of the futon dipped. Soon, strong and warm arms pulled Asa’s body against a broad chest. His big head pinned hers to the pillow beneath them.

“Dom drop?” he asked, his voice rumbling against her cheek. 

“Y…yes…” 

“M’sorry, Asa.” He paused for a moment before asking his next question. “Was…was it the choking?” 

Asa tried to nod. 

Denji swore softly under his breath and hugged her closer. “Then I…I won’t ask for it ever again. Swear it.” 

That made Asa finally take a breath with a shuddering sigh. “Wasn’t just that…mostly bad dreams.” 

“Oh…well, I’m here for ya until you’re good, unless you need something more specific.” The tender care and worry in his voice made her want to start crying again. 

“Denji…you got stuck with a terrible domme,” Asa whispered, wiping a new tear away. “The absolute worst.”  

“...Nah, Asa. Don’t say that.” 

Denji began to run his hands through her hair, reassurance in every stroke. 

“You’re the best of everything I could ever ask for, and don’tcha ever think otherwise.” 

Chapter Text

Quickies always happened on their faded leather couch. 

“Two minutes.” Asa said as she wriggled out of her plain white underwear and tossed it over the back of the couch. The bound textbook manuscript that she was editing rested on her belly, just above her now exposed bottom half. “If you can’t manage to make me cum in two minutes, I’m grabbing the vibrator. Can you do that?” 

“I…I think?” 

“You just think? ” 

Denji nodded eagerly as Asa’s legs encircled his upper half. Her bare heels dragged up and down his shoulders, and the mere casual touch flooded his nervous system with serotonin. 

“An affirmative phrase, please.” 

He shivered as her big toe made contact with his hot skin directly beneath his collar.

“Yes, Miss. I can make you feel good.”

“Good. Go ahead.” Asa rested her thighs on his shoulders before opening up her manuscript and directing her attention back to a particularly troublesome paragraph. With her body opened to him like this, Denji could barely stop himself from drooling. Her casual assertiveness drove him crazy in a good way. 

Right before Denji could lean in and taste her, Asa stopped him with her foot to his chest. Denji swallowed down a groan of want. Did she even know how hypnotizing she could be without even trying? 

“And Denji?”

“Remember: two minutes, and two minutes only. I’m starting the count…now.” 

Despite his desire to be nothing but good for his wife, Denji smirked. Asa was being more than generous. She was wet already, and if Denji’s stupid brain was good for anything, it was for knowing how to make Asa come in less than a minute with just his tongue. 

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Business trips were rare for the niche publisher that Asa worked for. Her boss usually took the trip, often when edits on an important publication needed to be finalized. This time, however, thanks to her boss’ daughter’s wedding, Asa traveled in his stead. 

It was nearly midnight when Asa finally got to her hotel and checked in. The room itself was simple, but clean and well-furnished. A bottle of fancy water and a fancy eggshell white courtesy card laid on top of her bed’s coverlet. 

Asa barely had time to appreciate the view over the balcony when the telephone rang. With her heart jumping into her throat, she threw the rest of her luggage down on the floor to answer it.  

“Hel—” 

“Asa?” Denji’s voice was hushed and rather shy. It was a rare night off for Denji, Asa knew. That fact made it all the more heartbreaking when she had to tell him that she wouldn’t be home for the occasion. 

“Hi, silly,” Asa said as casually as she could, despite her heart pounding.

Was something wrong? 

“Did ya get to the hotel safely?” 

“Of course I did. How could I be answering you if I wasn’t?” Asa joked.

“Oh, yeah. Right.”

Did something happen to Nayuta or the pets? 

“Everything okay at home?” 

“Yeah, all’s good.” 

Asa twisted the white phone cord around her fingers, waiting for Denji to continue speaking. When he didn’t, she prompted him with: “How are you doing in particular, though?” 

“Uh…I’m…I’m okay.”

“What do you mean, ‘okay’?” 

They’d never meant it to become this way, but somewhere along Asa and Denji’s relationship they’d become inseparable. “ Ridiculously codependent ,” as a drunk Fumiko would say. While Asa worried privately, Denji’s worries were plain as day. She knew how his nerves revved up and how he barely slept when she was gone.

“Well, I discovered something about myself while you were gone.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?” 

“It’s…it’s pretty fucking stupid.” 

“Denji…I know almost everything about you. One more stupid thing isn’t gonna change anything between us.” 

Denji exhaled loudly, relief evidence in his change of tone. “If you’re that desperate to know,” he said, a hint of brattiness slipping through, “the stupid thing that I discovered tonight is that I can’t jerk it without you.”  

Despite her exhaustion, Asa grinned. She could picture Denji, sweaty and naked on the futon, helplessly pawing at his limp dick.

“Really?” 

“Asa, why would I lie about that?” Denji scoffed. “I’ve tried everything —all the fucking toys, my imagination, an old porno mag, and… nothing .” 

“You love me that much?” Asa said smugly, reaching for the water bottle on the bed and cracking it open.

“Of course I do, ya moron,” Denji shot back, a dumb smile evident in his voice. 

All these years later, Asa never failed to blush at Denji’s unhindered affection for her.  

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that you need my help? That you need me to talk dirty to you for a few minutes?”

Denji choked down an audible whine.

“Look…I miss you, Asa. Only called to tell you that and say ‘night’…but if ya could stand it…”

“I’ll do it for you, dummy.”

“You…you will?” 

“Of course. Only because I miss you too.” 

Chapter Text

Sleeping in the daylight rarely bothered Denji. After all of his chores were done, Denji liked opening the balcony door and letting the warm early autumn waft in. After the apartment was  thoroughly warmed, he would unfailingly strip down to nothing, curl up on the futon, and fall into a deep sleep. Denji would stay asleep, dead to the world, until Asa opened the apartment door in the late afternoon. Once Asa was home, he was eager to start his favorite part of the day: spending quality time with his beloved wife. Whether that quality time was sex, dinner, or cuddling on the couch, Denij didn’t care. He just wanted to be with the brightest light in his world. 

Truthfully, sleeping in the daylight only bothered Denji when Asa was on a business trip. He always tossed and turned, praying for rest that never came. Without her nearby, Denji’s thoughts turned gloomy.

Why am I wasting time, laying in bed like this?

Asa and Denji were only pretending to be normal. In reality, they were no more than two barely human freaks playing house. Both of them were more devil than human at this point, despite Yoru giving Asa back complete control of her body. 

And I’m a lot more of a devil than Asa is. 

That was the cruel reality. Usually he accepted it as a simple fact, but his lack of emotion when it came to anyone living who wasn’t Asa or Nayuta bothered him deeply when he really thought about it. 

‘Cause of that, I don’t deserve good food, rest, or her.

Despite her assertive and protective nature, Denji wasn’t sure Asa would stop him if he decided to leave. She might not chase him if he pulled his starter cord and resumed his crazy life of fighting devils and Public Safety bullshit. She might not even protest more than once if he let Pochita take over, end the world, and descend into hell.

I suck big time. 

The intrusive thoughts, triggered by Asa’s absence, made Denji’s vision blurry. He squeezed his eyes shut, tempted to take a knife to the hand or chainsaw teeth to the brain. Tears escaped out of the corners of his eyes instead. 

See? Denji thought to himself. Taking a chance with Asa has turned ya into a crybaby. 

Asa was his biggest weakness. She might be able to let him go, but he knew that he would never be able to let her go. He’d rather die than see her walk out the door without him. 

Is that a bad thing, though? his stupid brain responded. Letting someone who loves you be a weakness? 

I…well…hm. Denji didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, he turned over onto his other side and rubbed his wet face into a wrinkled pillow. It was of no use. More tears came. 

Come home, Asa. I miss ya so much that my brain’s gone to sappy shit.

Chapter Text

Denji was always overly affectionate whenever Asa came home from a trip. They usually ended up in bed as soon as she closed the apartment door, eager for each other’s touch. 

All except for one time after a particularly successful business trip. 

I should have told him. I should have asked, Asa thought as Denji lovingly peeled her jeans off of her legs.

“Uh, Asa?”

“Y…yeah?”

Denji stared at the large medical patch affixed to her hip, right above her inner thigh. “What’s…what’s that?”

Asa fought the urge to instinctively cover herself. 

Crud. I’m so selfish. 

Denj scrambled off of Asa as soon as he felt her body tense up beneath him. His eyes were wide and full of tender concern in a way that made Asa’s heart twist. 

“Are ya hurt?” he asked, terror creeping into his voice.

“N—no!” Asa leaned forward and cradled Denji’s face in her hands and began to rub her thumbs across his cheeks. “I’m fine. I just…” Asa swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Yuko and I decided to get tattoos after the book release celebration at the bar.”

Denji’s eyebrows shot up.

“I was drunk,” Asa stammered, “otherwise I would have asked if you were okay with it…it’s just the outline of a tiny star.”

Denji’s face softened.

“A star as in a starfish?”

“…Correct.”

“Because of our first date?”

Asa’s cheeks reddened, thoroughly embarrassed by the sentimental meaning of her first ink. “Yeah, so, I…I hope that’s okay with you.” 

He smiled, all pointy teeth. “‘Course that’s okay—tattoos are badass. I’d probably get one myself if it’d stick.” 

Asa gave a tentative smile. “Still, I’m sorry…should have asked if you were okay with it.”

“Sorry for what? It’s your body, and tats just make it sexier.”

Easygoing man

My lifeline’s eternal star 

Shine on, love, shine on

Chapter Text

Asa’s cock wasn’t enough anymore. 

They’d started all this pegging business almost as a joke—him deeply insecure but longing to try, and her completely inexperienced but enthusiastic. Denji never thought that he’d get to the point of wanting to feel more up his ass, yet here they were. 

“You’re feeling good still?” Asa asked cautiously. She had granted his request with a devilish grin when he finally got up the guts to ask if they could buy a second dildo and try this. Now that they were trying it for real, Asa had softened her dominant personality almost entirely. The reversion to her warm, guiding presence made Denji feel fuzzy inside.

“Compared to what I’ve put this body through, this is nothing,” Denji joked. 

Asa’s face dropped, but she tried to obscure her reaction by brushing her lips against his ear. “Shhh…that’s not funny.” 

Shit. 

He might have ruined a good session with a bad joke. 

“M’sorry, Asa, I—” 

Asa kissed him gently but firmly to quiet him. Denji’s insides turned into complete mush. As she pulled away, Asa added, “It’s okay, but don’t make light of that. Please.” 

“R…right.” Denji felt a lingering pool of guilt in his stomach as unwanted memories threaten to break through the lull that he didn’t want to lose. After all, almost all of her attention for the past two hours had been on him, relaxing and stretching him out entirely. It would be a waste if they stopped now. 

Asa checked how loose he was, causing Denji to bite back a slutty moan as her fingers curled upwards. She gave him a cheeky grin. “Neither toy’s in yet, dummy.” 

“I know,” he grumbled, “but I’m ready, right?” 

“From my end, I…I would say so.”

“Good, because I’m feel more than ready,” Denji said while propping himself up to kiss Asa again, deeper this time. Her tongue tasted like coffee and her bare skin felt like velvet against his. 

Holy shit, Asa. Hurry up!

He was so eager . So ready to go. 

“Asa, come on,” Denji said as soon as they broke the kiss. It came out whinier-sounding than he preferred. “Just fuck me already.”

Asa clucked her tongue as just a bit of her dominant side began to shine though. 

“What do I always say?” 

Denji gave a huff. If he was less horny he would bicker, but he didn’t care at this point. 

“Will ya fuck me, please ?”

“Like this?” Using three fingers, Asa began to thrust into his body. Denji’s vision went white, but his body protested that no, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. 

“No…! With the fake dicks, dammit.” 

Asa smoothed his bangs back with her clean hand and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “There we go, clarifying what you need. What a good boy. I’ll go get them ready.”

Chapter Text

Asa couldn’t help herself. Denji stood there by the corded phone in his tight black athletic compression shirt and grey sweatpants, talking to Haruka about something of no importance related to their guys’ night out that weekend. From the couch, Asa watched the way his pronounced back muscles contracted and relaxed under the thin fabric. 

Doesn’t he really not know how hot he is? 

Asa couldn’t help but wonder if Denji knew that such a get-up attached her to him like a moth to a lightbulb. Sure, she’d seen Denji plenty naked, but slutty gym attire ignited in her a different type of teasing lust entirely. 

Before Asa knew it, she was off the couch and her arms were around his waist. Denji gave a little gasp and tensed, but he didn’t push her off. With nonverbal permissions secured, Asa’s fingers wandered further down his body, exploring his bulge and ass over his (in her opinion) very sexy clothes. 

He’s…he’s not wearing underwear. 

As silly as it sounded, the realization ushered forth a sense of strong protectiveness in her brain and a poem. 

Handsome man, my love.

Must shout it to the rooftops, 

“He’s all mine, all mine.” 

It turned out that Denji could only resist so many light ass, cock, and thigh squeezes. He looked over his shoulder with a smug and knowing grin. Asa’s face reddened.  

Ah, shoot. Dang it. 

He knew exactly what he was doing, and she fell directly into his trap.

“Look, Haruka, I gotta go. Asa’s needing me for something…something ‘bout dinner.”

Click.  

As soon as he ended the call, Denji's needy lips found hers.

Chapter Text

It started out tolerable at first. Denji was having some nondescript wet dream with some random naked chick bouncing on his cock—not Asa, but someone shaped like her. 

“Yes…yes! Wreck my pussy!” the woman screamed above him. Despite her demand, Denji didn’t thrust. In his dreams, Denji always averted his eyes and chose to stare at the eggshell white ceiling instead. 

Denju always woke up from these types of dreams feeling terribly guilty, but Asa assured him that he couldn’t control it. A random wet dream chick didn’t mean that he loved Asa any less. 

He was close—finally almost over, according to his dream, when—

Pain. 

The mounting orgasm was gone, and he was in physical agony. Worse than his transformation. Worse than having limbs chopped off. 

“H—huh?” Denji uttered aloud as he finally glanced at his torso. All he saw were holes. Gaping, bloody holes and leaking intestines throughout his body.  

A pair of gleaming green eyes stared down at him while still straddling his hips. “Does it hurt?” Dark blood smeared over her mouth.

Denji tried, but found that he couldn’t speak. His throat was slit before he could even notice. 

“I know. I’m sorry.” The familiar woman leaned down and kissed his collarbone, leaving an imprint. 

Get off! 

His desire was to no avail. Denji couldn’t prop himself up to pull her off. His hands were gone too. 

“I’m gonna take your heart now, okay?”

The woman’s eyes shifted from emerald green to spiraling crimson and yellow. Long red hair sprouted from her scalp.

❦

Denji awoke with a start from his dream before the dream woman could drive her imaginary knife into his chest, jostling Asa beside him. She woke in an instant at the sound of his uneven breaths. 

“Hm…Bad dream?” Asa asked sleepily. Her hair was wild and knotted from her rest. 

“Yeah, bad dream,” Denji reconfirmed in a shaky voice. Every inch of his body was sweating profusely. 

“Mm.” Asa then grunted, reached over, and clumsily wiped the tears off of his cheeks as best she could in the low light with her fingertips. “Okay. Reposition.” 

“Sure,” he got out. Something about a command from Asa comforted his brain a little bit. As soon as Denji flopped over onto his side, Asa snuggled up behind him with a sigh and slung her arm around his waist. 

That was it. 

No kisses or teasing touches. Just the body of the only girl he’s ever really loved pressed up against his back and her arm resting over his waist like a heavy weight. That was all he needed to slowly fall into a deep and dreamless sleep for the rest of the night. 

Chapter Text

One thing that Asa loved about Denji was watching him gradually become more and more comfortable around her. Year by year, month by month, week by week, day by day. Denji went from a wannabe cool guy to the biggest dork she’d ever met, and she loved him for it. Asa loved, loved, loved him, more than anyone else in her life. As a result, she liked making his dreams come true—even the goofy, embarrassing ones. 

“You look good in it, so I wanna try it myself, if that’s alright with ya.”

Of course it’s alright with me, Asa had wanted to scream before leaning over the table to kiss him. That simple exchange set her plan in motion. 

❦

“Denji, come on! I wanna see!” Asa called from the bedroom three months later. Her heart thumped at a million miles per hour as she fingered her lacy black bra’s shoulder strap. It itched , especially on her nipples, but she was willing to wear such an uncomfortable thing (with matching underwear) if it meant this.

Denji peeked around the partially opened bathroom door, hiding the rest of his body from her view. 

“If ya don’t like it, it’s no one’s fault but your own,” he warned. 

Asa smiled encouragingly. “I’m sure I’m going to like it. Come on! Just show me.”

“Fine, fine.” 

Denji stepped out, one hand on a hip and the other blatantly covering his boner. His face grew redder by the second as pure pride and joy spread over Asa’s face. 

The tailor had had an incredible job. The custom-made bodysuit and matching stockings were pale pink and lacy, but not over-embellished. It fit like a glove and emphasized his thighs and back, just as requested. In all, perfect for her good boy and all she ever wanted. 

“Well, here it is,” he announced. 

“What do you think?” Asa asked, eager for his thoughts. In her opinion, the outfit was worth every squirreled away yen that she had for her recreation fund for a year.

“It’s…it’s actually pretty comfy, but really? Pink?” Denji grumped as he tried to readjust his dick to no avail. 

Asa nodded seriously. “The color matches your skin tone the best out of what they offered.”

Denji took a moment to carefully reconsider his outfit. “…Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Asa could squeal with just how cute he looked. She wanted to put her hands on him at once, but resisted to take in more of the previous sight.  

Denji turned around once, hands still in place.

“So?” he asked, bluntly. 

“What?”

“Do I look good in it?”

Asa gave a nod.  

“You’re the handsomest of the handsome, especially like this.”

Chapter Text

As a first year at university, Nayuta became obsessed with historical dramas. Whenever Denji dropped off groceries or other requested necessities at her dormitory, a historical drama blared on the tiny rabbit-eared television as his little sister scrambled to study for her midterms at the kotatsu.

“How can you study with this shit on?” Denji had asked once while putting away Nayuta’s groceries in the kitchenette’s cabinets. 

“The noise blocks out thoughts about taking control of my crappy history professor and making him give me high marks instead of doing it the human way, ” Nayuta snapped back, gesturing towards the scattering of highlighted textbooks, scribbled upon notebooks, and post-it notes laid out on the table in front of her. 

Denji didn’t question her after that, but he did start taking notice of the dramas while he quietly hung out with Nayuta and cuddled with their two surviving dogs. During these television marathons, one particular episode that became stuck in his brain. In it, the main male character, a samurai, offered to help make his love interest’s hair presentable after she was pushed into a koi pond by another jealous courtesan.

“Why are you helping me? ” the trembling and demure woman asked the samurai who was soon-to-be her dearly betrothed. 

“Because I want to, ” was the samurai’s manly reply as he lovingly caressed her hair. 

I…I wonder if Asa would like that, Denji wondered from the couch. 

It was after this thought that Denji offered his hair braiding services to Asa. To his relief, she agreed to his help. It was in these little moments of helping—times where he had returned from his night shift and Asa ate breakfast before her workday—that Denji fell deeply in love with his wife’s hair. 

Thanks to Nayuta, Denji thought that hair braiding was simple. Nayuta’s hair was thick and structured. Once untangled after a shower, he could braid it effortlessly. Without even needing product, her hairdo would stay in place until he picked her up from school. 

Asa’s hair was not as easy to work with. It was fine, thin, fragile, and prone to turning greasy within a single day. Denji had to research the best way to work Asa’s hair into an intact braid, even once asking his barber for advice. Product by product, braid by braid, Denji slowly mastered Asa’s hair. 

Braiding his wife’s hair into all sorts of fancy hairdos became one of Denji’s favorite acts of service, period. It was a type of body worship that Denji could do at all hours of the day. Such a simple service possessed more power to his psyche than a million kisses pressed to her skin ever could. 

❦

“You know, you don’t have to do this,” Asa had said once, scarfing down a piece of toast while Denji formed Dutch braids out of wet strands. “Pigtails or a ponytail works just as well.”

Pochita stopped beating in Denji’s chest. In the two years of braiding her hair, she’d never protested it. 

Why now? 

“But…what if I want to?”

A moment of silence filled the room when Asa stopped chewing and swallowed before speaking. “I…I guess Yuko says my hair look a lot cuter this way, and I’ve gotten some compliments from clients. So…well, if you like to braid my hair, I’m not gonna stop you. Just don’t want to pressure you into feeling obligated to do it, you know?” 

“Then unless you hate it, I’m not gonna stop. ‘Kay?” 

Denji saw how the corner of Asa's mouth turned up. “Okay. Good by me.” 

Denji blinked away the premature tightness in his eyes as Pochita and him resumed their duties. 

He’d never confess how important this simple act of hairbraiding was to him. Denji didn’t just want to do it, he needed to do it. With every twist and knot, he weaved his adoration into Asa’s hair. 

I love you.

I love you. 

I love you.

Chapter Text

Kobeni’s wedding was a black tie event through and through, and Denji was struggling with his tie in the hotel bathroom precisely fifteen minutes before the ceremony was to begin.  

“I’ll do it!” Asa said, all but grabbing the solid black tie from Denji to help him as soon as she had finished her makeup. 

Asa was so focused on the Windsor knot at Denji’s throat that she didn’t notice his screwed-up face and watery eyes. Her anxiety about getting to their seats on time vanished. 

“Denji?”

“Uh, yeah?” Denji rubbed away a pesky stray tear with the palm of his hand.

Asa wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed their foreheads together.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked gently. 

“Two…two things, I guess.”

“They are…?”

Denji took a deep breath.

“One, I…I wish our wedding could’ve been this nice.” 

Asa and Denji’s wedding had been a simple affair, sneakily done at the local temple after hours with no guests present. It had rained during their brief ceremony that only consisted of exchanging cheap rings that eventually left green residue on their fingers.  

“The groom’s super rich,” Asa said with a shrug, “and maybe we can have a really fun vow renewal in a few years?” 

“Yeah…yeah. That would be nice.” 

“Maybe we could go to the mountains for it? Find a nice hot springs?” Denji twisted his mouth into a thin line and nodded. He gave a shuddering sigh as more tears threatened to fall. 

Asa’s heart fell. “What’s the second thing, sweetheart?” she asked, pulling him closer before pressing a chaste kiss to his freshly shaved cheek. 

“Never thought we’d get to this point. Being alive, in our twenties, married, and everything. Happy, too . Happy and going to a fucking wedding, of all things.”

Asa stood on her tiptoes to kiss her husband’s forehead. He smelled of spicy cologne, the same scent that Aki used to wear. 

“Well, I think for all the stuff that we’ve been through, that we deserve it. You especially do.”

“Do I?” 

“Mhm. More than anyone else.”

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Asa again in front of him as soon as work was out, haphazardly stripping off her jumpsuit and underwear after another particularly frustrating assignment from her boss.  

“Uh, Asa?” 

“Yes?” 

Denji’s thought was distracted by Asa’s fingers rubbing languid circles over her clit. Her arousal was obvious.
Shit, she’s already touching herself. 

Usually he’d be ready to go, but today? He was exhausted from five errands for Nayuta and a vet visit for Meowy. For once, not in the mood for sex.

“I’m…I’m not really in the mood,” Denji confessed, his cheeks growing red. He found himself tensing up, waiting for Asa, the love of his life, to say something ugly. An instinctive reflex that he hadn’t grown out of.

“For sex?”

Denji nodded his head, finally averting his eyes. 

“That’s okay. Can I…can I use your thigh instead?”

“My…my what?” 

“Thigh, silly,” Asa clarified, slapping her own. 

Denji’s jaw dropped. Never, in all his time with Asa, had she asked for something like this. Using him, but in a way that he was more than okay with. 

“Well?” she asked, impatience obvious in her voice.

“Y…yeah. Go ahead.”

❦  

Denji soon moaned into Asa’s passionate kiss of gratitude as she soon rode his thigh, coating his skin with her fragrant wetness. Marking him. 

This…this is nice, he decided. 

If Asa wanted this ever again, he was more than happy to provide. His body was hers, after all.

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Asa remembered the day where Denji first showed her the harness—the very first piece of kinky equipment they ever used together. 

“‘Kay, come in!” he chirped, excitement clear in his voice. 

There was Denji on the clean futon, freshly showered and practically shaking with excitement. He sat in the contemplative service position Asa had taught him, kneeling but with his arms held behind his back. 

“Is that…?” Asa asked, gesturing to the black leather bulldog harness wrapped around his ribcage and shoulders. It was the only thing he wore. 

“Like it?” he asked proudly, rolling his shoulders back and puffing his chest out. He had taped up his pull cord with silver duct tape—just in case. 

“Yes…I—I really do,” Asa caught herself answering. 

Oh…

Oh.

It was at that moment that Asa first realized that Denji was beautiful like this. The patent leather contrasted beautifully against his untanned but lightly freckled skin of his chest and upper arms. 

Asa realized she loved him somehow even more like this, completely stripped of the tough guy persona he frequently carried around.  A very unedited poem came to mind. 

Boy with the starry eyes,

Idiot and brilliant at the same time.

In the day, love me gently. 

In the night, come apart in my arms.

Her husband-to-be wriggled happily, a huge grin blooming over his red face. Asa all but grabbed him by the harness’ front metal loop and pressed a possessive kiss to his lips. 

Denji hummed as he broke position and wrapped his arms around her neck, hugging her close. His fingers became entangled in her hair as the kiss deepened.

“Denji?” Asa spoke against his lips.

“Y…yeah?”

“You’re mine. You know that, right?” Asa breathed, a lingering shiver of insecurity traveling down her spine.

He’s too funny, too handsome, too perfect, too—

“‘Course I am, you big idiot.” Denji kissed her again, pulling him down on the futon with him. “I’m yours. Forever yours, and no one’s gonna be taking me from you.” 

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Shit. 

A rope of drool trickled out of the corner of his partially opened mouth.

Shit, shit, shit.  

Denji couldn’t take his eyes off of the crook of Asa’s neck. She was deservingly focusing on her own pleasure underneath him, and he should be focusing on thrusting, but he couldn’t look away. Asa’s neck arched away so elegantly in the throes of her ecstasy, exposing the soft and thin skin where her neck met with her shoulder.

“You want to bite, don’t you?” Asa asked in a ragged voice, finally noticing his distraction. 

Denji couldn’t help it. He whined like a pathetic dog, nodding helplessly. Asa’s hand raked through his tangled and sweaty hair and pushed his face against the crook of her neck. Denji gave himself the liberty of brushing his drool-covered lips against the skin there. Asa shivered. Denji moaned as his desire burned brighter. He increased the speed of his thrusts.

“Bite me,” Asa ordered. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He couldn’t escape now. 

“But…I don’t wanna hurt ya…” he got out lamely between pants. 

“I’m tougher than you think I am, dummy. If I say ‘bite,’ then bite,” she insisted while combing her fingers reassuringly through his hair. 

Denji’s chest filled up with so much love and affection for this girl by his side that he felt like he was gonna barf.  

How…how can I say no to that? 

Her blood tasted like chocolate and honey on his tongue.

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“Come on!” Asa teased. She sat on the floor cross legged and wearing her usual pajamas. She had discovered somewhere along the way that she liked dressing up as an adult more than when she was a teenager, but there was something particularly empowering about doing kinky stuff in casual wear rather than lacy lingerie for once. 

Denji wobbled his way to her in shiny black arm and leg binders. 

“You got this,” Asa coaxed, gently tugging on the lead attached to the leather dog collar around his neck. The gag in his mouth prevented a smile, but the corners of his eyes creased up like how they usually did with a big, joyous grin. 

Denji had been reluctant to share this fantasy with Asa until they had been married nearly a year. 

“You…you know the thing where I wanted to be Makima’s dog?” he’d told her once, in the morning right after he returned from his night shift and she was getting ready to roll out of bed for her day of copyediting. 

Asa’s heart nearly stopped. “Yes? What about it?” 

“I…I still think it would be kinda fun to be a dog, you know? Not to be just called one, but maybe act like one for a little bit? But not for her, but for you, of course.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, I mean, only if ya were okay with it,” he had responded with a little shrug. He said it casually, but Asa knew how big of a confession it was. As shameful as it was to say out loud, of course Asa had dreamed of being not only Denji’s wife, but also his owner . What an honor that title would be for her to possess. 

When Denji finally got close enough, Asa pulled his face to hers by the leash and pressed an endearing kiss to the tip of his nose. Despite the drool, despite the ball gag, despite the binders, Denji hummed and wiggled happily, perfectly at ease despite the mild physical discomfort that the restraints caused. 

He’s so cute. 

Asa was so proud of him now, trusting her enough to confide in her a desire that was so tied up in his shitty past. They'd started simply, with nothing but a collar and a leash, and built their way to this. 

“Come,” Asa said, patting the tops of her thighs.

Denji flopped clumsily onto his side and got as comfortable as he could. His head came to rest on her lap and he let out a huge sigh of contentment. Asa pictured his imaginary tail wagging up a storm.   

Wag, wag, wag.

Thump, thump, thump.

Asa, Asa, Asa,

I'm all for you, all for you, all for you. 

Smiling to herself, Asa ran her fingers through his hair. Whenever they played into this scenario, Denji got nothing but treats, petting, and cuddles. Why? Because without the use of his bratty tongue, he was the best boy ever.

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It happened again. 

“Asa?” Denji’s voice sounded strained and muffled over the phone. That tone could mean only one thing. Asa wanted to vomit. 

“Denji?” 

“A devil tried to eat a little girl on my way home from work. I…” Denji’s voice choked up as he paused, trying to keep the emotions at bay. “I had to do something.” 

“I’m…I’m not surprised,” Asa said with a smile, much more for herself than for him. 

“She was Nayuta’s age when, you know—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I…I forgot how much it hurt.” 

Asa pressed her hand over her heart as a shock of pain reverberated through her body. She had hoped he would never have to transform again, yet here she was. Wrong. So wrong.

“I’m sorry,” Asa got out. What else could she say? 

“I should be the one saying that,” Denji tried joking between uneven breaths.  

“No, you shouldn’t.”

“I should—”

“Don’t you dare.” 

She was so stupid, thinking that he would remain her mostly obedient and objectively mild mannered husband for all eternity. 

Of course he would do this. 

Denji would never let a little girl die if he could do something about it. 

Of course he would pull on the starter. 

❦ 

“You‘ll only be able to turn back into your human form a few more times if I agree to remove War from her body.”

That was Death’s requirement for the permanent splitting of Yoru from Asa, delivered to Denji in a  whisper that resembled sand.

“You either get to be Denji, or you get to be Chainsaw Man. You don’t get to be both. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I do.” 

Asa’s recollection of those words as she sat there, bound and unseeing in the darkness. Yoru screamed in her head, “You’re a corpse without me. You don’t know if you’ll be dead or alive if Death pulls me out of this brain. Do you really want to take that risk?!” 

In the end, Asa had no choice. In response to Denji giving up his ability to change into Chainsaw Man without consequences, Death granted Asa back complete control of her body. A soft contact by devil standards, but wildly painful one if it wasn’t completely obeyed. 

❦

Asa jiggled her leg as she waited on the couch, nerves thoroughly fried as she waited for Denji to come home. This was only his second time transforming since the contract. Hopefully…hopefully that meant that he would be back to normal by the time he got home, right?

Wrong. 

Denji announced his presence with the scraping sound of metal teeth on the apartment door. He stood on the doormat forlornly in bloody clothes. His tongue lolled out of his lipless maw like an exhausted dog while his whole body was hunched over and weighed down by the metal on his head and neck. Only his right hand had reverted back to its human state. 

“Head’s not going back,” he announced steadily in the manner he only did when he was about to sob. 

“I see.” Asa took his non-transformed hand and pulled him inside. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. In person, his voice sounded odd beneath an aluminum shell. 

Was it always so strange-sounding? 

No, she couldn’t get distracted. She had to focus.

“How about we try what worked last time?” she asked nonchalantly, not daring to look into his artificial eyes. She didn’t want this incident to last longer than it had to. She loved him in any form, but she wanted her Denji back. The one with the sparkling down-turned cinnamon eyes and a pointy smile.

“A…blowjob?” Horror was evident in his voice. Asa simply didn’t go around offering blowjobs on a whim. 

“Yes.”

“Asa…” his voice trembled as he held her hand tighter. 

“I know you don’t like them as much as, well, you know, everything else,” Asa clarified, “but it’s the safest option.” 

“I still don’t know…” 

“Denji. If your dick somehow turns into a chainsaw in my mouth, I can drink blood and heal just as easily as you can,” Asa insisted. 

“O…okay.” 

❦

It didn’t take long. As soon as she tasted the salt, her Denji was back. Tears and all. 

“A…Asa…” With no regard for cleanliness in the moment, Denji pulled Asa to his chest and hugged her tightly. 

“I got you,” Asa murmured his neck. Denji cried even harder as she ran her hands through his hair and returned the embrace. 

We may not really have forever like this…

But no matter what happens, I’ll remain by your side, my love.

That’s a promise.

I swear it by moon, sun, and stars.

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Denji kept very few secrets from Asa, but this one was harmless enough that he didn’t feel too bad treasuring in his heart. 

If he was in the apartment, Denji could always hear her footsteps once she began ascending the stairs. Whenever that happened, he would drop whatever he was doing and go flop on the couch. In the forty-five seconds it took for Asa to unlock the door and come inside, Denji would close his eyes and slow down his heart rate to the point where it seemed like he’d been asleep for at least an hour. 

After she set all of her stuff down, it was always the same. The comforting weight of Asa’s body on his chest, and her cool hands running up his bare torso as she snuggled underneath his top. Denji always had to stop himself from shivering whenever she did that. He also had to stem away the impulse to trap her in place with his legs around her waist.

Once she’d settled against his skin and began to exhale warm puffs of air against his chest, Denji faked the process of emerging from a deep sleep. 

“Mmh…Asa?” 

“Yes?” Asa asked. She usually started smelling him by now, almost desperate for his scent. Denji loved it.

Sniff. 

“You’re home,” he fake-croaked.

Sniff. 

“ That, I am.” Like some cute underground-dwelling rodent, Asa peered up at him through the neck hole, chin resting on his sternum.

“Um…need something?” Denji asked before faking a tremendous yawn. 

“Just you,” she declared with yet another sniff. Denji rolled his eyes. Asa being direct in her desires always caught him off guard, even though she was so better at being forward with him now. 

“In that way, or not really?” Denji teased.

Sniff. 

“Hm…not really.”

Whatever Asa wanted, Denji gave it to the best of his ability. Whenever she didn’t desire anything but he did, Denji took the opportunity to tell her of his own wants. 

“Well, you might not need me, but I need you,” he said. A smirk creeped up into the corner of his mouth as Asa’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Need you to cuddle with me,” he clarified. Her cheeks still flushed beautifully, and Denji held back the urge to push his face through his own neck hole and kiss her.

Asa considered his request as she wriggled out from under his top. Denji once again resisted the desire to trap her there under that temporary kitty cave for two. What he wouldn’t give to keep her there until their flesh melted together. Until they truly became one. 

“Ugh, fine. Only for an hour though, okay? I have work to do.”

I can work with that. Denji could turn that hour into three, easy peasy. 

“…‘Kay.”

Safe, safe, safe for now.  

Their happiness and stability might just be a fragile illusion, but Denji knew one thing about himself.

I’ll walk through the depths of hell for this girl, no matter what the fuck I look like. Over, and over, and over again. Until the sun, moon, and stars no longer hang in the sky.