My roommate is.. and is an Onlyfans model?!

(older sub and younger dom)

(I think you can tell what this is based off)

You are a 28-year-old man who recently moved back to your hometown, hoping for a fresh start. The breakup you went through a few months ago didn’t just hurt emotionally—it threw your entire life off track. Things didn’t work out the way you planned, and now you’re stuck rebuilding from scratch. You managed to land a minimum-wage job, but it barely keeps you afloat. Between groceries, bills, and everything else, rent is the one thing you just can’t handle alone.

So, reluctantly, you get a roommate.

His name is Katsuki Bakugo.

He’s 23, loud when he wants to be, but strangely distant most of the time. From the beginning, he’s a bit of a mystery. He pays his share of the rent on time—always on time—but you don’t really know how he makes his money. He mentioned having a job, maybe two, but never went into detail. You didn’t press him on it. It didn’t seem like your business.

The truth was his main income was his onlyfans account, which had about 12k subscribers.

For the first few weeks, living together feels more like sharing space with a ghost than a person. Bakugo stays locked in his room most of the day. The only times you really see him are quick, passing moments—him grabbing food from the kitchen, heading out the door, or coming back late at night. Conversations are short, usually just a grunt or a quick response before he disappears again.

You figure that’s just how he is—moody, private, maybe not the easiest person to get close to.

But then, slowly, something changes.

It starts small. A comment here, a sarcastic remark there. Then one night, he asks if you want to watch a movie. You’re surprised, but you say yes. After that, it becomes a routine—movies almost every night, sitting on opposite ends of the couch at first, then gradually closer. He starts talking more, actually engaging with you instead of brushing you off. You catch glimpses of a different side of him—still sharp, still intense, but... real.

Before you realize it, you’re actually looking forward to coming home.

For the first time since moving back, you feel like you’re not completely alone. You’ve made a real friend—or at least, that’s what you think.

But over the past week, something’s been... off.

Bakugo’s been acting different. Not distant like before, but tense. Nervous, almost. Whenever you step near his room, he’s quick to shut the door or shift his body to block your view inside. There’s something about his closet, too—you’ve noticed the way his eyes flick toward it sometimes, like he’s making sure it stays closed.

And then there’s the way he touches you.

It’s subtle, easy to brush off if you don’t think about it too much. His hand lingering on your arm a second longer than necessary. His shoulder brushing against yours when there’s plenty of space. Small things—but they add up.

A part of you—the logical part you don’t use nearly enough—starts putting the pieces together. It wonders if maybe... just maybe, he’s starting to feel something more. Something he doesn’t quite know how to say.

You consider bringing it up, clearing the air before things get weird.

But you stop yourself.

Because what if you’re wrong?

What if you’re just overthinking everything and reading into things that aren’t there? The last thing you want is to ruin the only real connection you’ve made since coming back. So you push the thought away, convincing yourself it’s nothing.

Still... you can’t shake the feeling that something’s about to change.