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A/N: This is just an omake, because I feel that Masaru always gets the short end of the stick. In canon he barely appears and Mitsuki has more screentime, and in fanon he is almost always getting cuck either by Izuku or someone else, Mitsuki divorces him, or people make him an abusive asshole. Yeah, I get that he is timid and his wife wears the pants in the relationship but the man deserves a win every now and then.
My apologies for the delay.
Omake
Masaru's Day
At a two-story house located on the main residential area of the Higashi ward in Musutafu, a married man was quietly, yet also painfully, sneaking out of his bedroom while his wife was soundly sleeping. This was not due to him trying to sneak out to do anything nefarious like cheat on her or anything, or because he wanted to make sure she was not disturbed from her slumber after having a long week of work.
This was because Mitsuki was still in the "mood" and the man had to support his family and the weight of familial responsibilities far outweigh the carnal needs of his flesh as it should for any family man.
The exact number of times the parents of Katsuki and Kasumi Bakugo had performed the "beast with two backs" since coming home from the hospital was a number known only to the Great Buddha himself because Masaru had stop counting after round twenty-six which he believes occur sometime around Wednesday morning if his math was correct and if his calculations were still correct it was now Saturday afternoon.
"Our longest break outside of sleeping, eating, and showering was picking the kids up from the hospital and dropping them off at their "punishment", Masaru reminds himself, baffle on how his wife could have so much energy but also even more amaze that he was able to keep up with her.
Mitsuki and he were in the midst of one of their "breaks" right now and she was dead asleep back in their queen-sized bed back in their room, her loud snoring the only noise being made within the household. No doubt once she woke up want to have another go right before breakfast, possibly two. He heard the twins leave about an hour ago to go to school, having been given the okay by the family's doctor yesterday. Their argument with each other being heard throughout the entire two-story house they resided in, possibly the entire neighborhood but then again, the same neighborhood has no doubt been hearing Mitsuki's moans and screams as well lately.
There have been no noise complaints so far but he could not help but wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The bad thing being that the fact that some of his more "less respectable" neighbors might possibly be "getting off" to his wife's sounds of pleasure had cross his mind once or twice.
But anyway, the lack of the twins being here now meant that Mitsuki had no "barriers" stopping her from continuing to carry out her more risqué fantasies such as sex on staircase, in the kitchen, on the kitchen table, the living room, the hallway closet, the shower, the guest bed and bathroom, the garage, etc. Masaru recalls that they went at it in each of the aforementioned locations at least twice before they picked up the twins and it was only their presence that made Mitsuki restrict their activities back to their bedroom…. if only for a time.
Speaking of bedrooms, Masaru once again thank the Great Buddha that even Mitsuki found the idea of doing it in their kids' rooms to be distasteful, citing that parents who do that need some serious therapy.
But back to the matter at hand.
He was thirsty.
And he did not mean in the way that the kids nowadays meant with their slang words and their hip, young lingo. He was stuck in the middle of the Sahara Desert at high noon in the summer thirsty.
With a quirk like his it was best that he did not sweat too much or else he might accidentally destroy some furniture…. or leave burn marks on Mitsuki. Therefore, he limited the amount of water he had been drinking lately in order to be just on the edge of dehydration but not fully there whenever he and her went at it.
But now he was physically drain and he needed to replenish fluids by making it to the kitchen without waking up his no doubt still horny-as-hell wife.
A task easier said than done.
"Come on, Masaru. You got this", he encourages himself as he slowly tip-toe down the main hallway of the house, planning each step out before taking it.
Throughout his entire "walk" he could feel the effects of going days of performing excessive amount rigorous activities had on the body as everything from his head to his toes felt as heavy as lead.
He took another step and wince at the pain emitting from his pelvis area.
"Might have to get that check out here soon", Masaru thought while remembering how it was not exactly easy to get into the hallway in the first place as he had to slowly slip out of the vicelike grip Mitsuki had him while she was cuddling up close to him.
"Damn lawyer chick. Damn dragon chick", Masaru remembers hearing her murmur in her sleep not even thirty minutes ago, "Trying to steal my husband from me. He's mine, no one else can have him."
She then tightened her grip around him even more and for a brief moment in time Masaru felt himself become... giddy; even happy over his wife's jealously in regards to him and other women.
"I sometimes forget how possessive she can be", he thought as he came to the stairs. Though in all fairness, as he briefly recalls the incident at the hospital, the fashion designer got the feeling that Ms. Higa was merely saying all that stuff about him just to piss Mitsuki off. The fact that he picked up on the tension between the two of them when they first met reinforce this belief and the way Ryukyu was looking at him in Izuku's hospital room was more akin to an alpha wolf staring down a lower member of its pack in his mind as there was no attraction whatsoever in her eyes.
Anyway, normally such a strong reaction to an emotion like jealousy would be frown upon in most relationships but when you were a man like Masaru…
A man who had an absolute bombshell of a woman as a wife while you yourself might be consider below average at best in the eyes of society, you had to take what you could get.
Masaru may not have super-hearing but he has overheard his neighbors and co-workers talking whenever they assume he was not around or was not paying attention, about how a man such as himself could land a woman like Mitsuki as his wife and the reasons how he did so vary wildly from person to person and not all of them were in good humor with some of them even indicating it was through some sort of blackmail or mind control. Masaru has gone to great lengths to avoid talking to those certain individuals.
Speaking of co-workers though, the main reason Masaru was sneaking around in own house was because he wanted to quietly get a drink, get dress, and take a quick trip to his office to see what was on the agenda for the week and everything he had miss during the previous one. His boss had been kind enough to give him a week of paid leave while his kids recover from their injuries as a gesture of appreciation for all the hard work he has done.
Masaru actually had to stop himself from telling his boss that it was his kids' fault they received the injuries in the first place because, while his kids would be okay, who would not want a week off when you had a hot and horny as hell wife at home whose job had also given her the same amount of time off?
Nevertheless, Masaru was expected to be back on Tuesday morning ready to work and somewhere between plowing his wife on the kitchen table and dicking her down on the living room couch, he realizes that he might want to know just what exactly his team had been working on while he was gone. But if there was one trait that Masaru knew his wife had besides possessiveness it was stubbornness, something that had undoubtedly been pass along to the twins, so she would not be thrill about him leaving the house before he had actually had to, not when that was days left of love making to be had.
Which presented another worry for Masaru in that he was almost out of condoms.
"Definitely going to have to pick up some up before coming home", Masaru thought as he stealthily crept down the stairs, remembering precisely where to place his feet in order to avoid causing a step to creak. Eventually he made it first floor of his house with all the silence of a veteran shinoboi and makes his way to the kitchen where he instantly spots a full bottle of water that was left out.
"Probably left behind by Katsuki. He does have a habit of forgetting stuff like that", Masaru thought though he was relieved because now it meant that he did not need to open the fridge and risk making a noise. Once he was done quenching his thirst he quickly but silently made his way over to the hall closet where he kept a spare set of clothes to which he changes into. Sure, he definitely needed a shower but showers made noise and that was the last thing he needed to do. Besides, he had some deodorant spray in the car and no one was going to be at the office anyway since they did not work Saturday or Sunday.
"Okay, ready to go. Just have to listen for….", he says as he finishes getting dress and cups his ear while pointing it up the stairs.
After listening for a moment to hear his wife's snores still coming from their bedroom he moves to quietly open the door. He was halfway there when something shot pass his head on his left side...
SLAM!
Turns out what shot pass him was an arm. A silky-smooth arm at that. A silky-smooth arm that just slam the door in his face.
"How did she get down here so quick and quietly?", Masaru thought as he froze in place while Mitsuki press up against his back and her mouth came up right next to his left ear.
"Where are you going, dear?", she whispers softly into it and Masaru had to fight to control himself.
"You shouldn't be walking around the house with no clothes on, Mitsuki. What if the neighbors see?", Masaru says while still looking ahead for judging by what his back was feeling he knew exactly what her current state of clothing was.
"I have slippers on; the ones you got me for my birthday actually", Mitsuki replies with a chuckle, "Now back to my question; where are you going?"
"Just going out for a sec to stop by the office and see what the workload has been like since I've been gone", Masaru response while remaining calm as the hand Mitsuki used to slam the door shut was now going into his shirt and beginning to roam up and down his bare chest.
"It's Saturday", Mitsuki states.
"Yes, I'm aware of that, honey", Masaru says.
"You and I don't have to be at work until Tuesday", Mitsuki then says.
"I'm aware of that as well."
"Good, then that must mean that you are aware that this-", Mitsuki says just as her right-hand circles around and grabs a handful of Masaru's crotch, "Belongs to me until then."
Masaru says nothing and merely grunts, knowing that he was starting to lose the internal battle he was having and Mitsuki delicate yet rough touch was not helping the matter.
"Now how about we go back to the bedroom and you can forget all about this silliness of work until Tuesday?", Mitsuki asks.
"We are almost out of condoms", Masaru points out, hoping that would convince his sex-craze wife to throttle back a little, "Since I'm already dress I can go out and pick up some more."
"Or you could do me raw?", Mitsuki suggests, though it sounded very much like a plead to Masaru.
"You want another kid?", Masaru says, trying to keep his composure as his wife's hand that was around his crotch was now starting to go into his pants.
"I might have some pills lying around that I can take if that makes you feel better. Now let's forget all thoughts about work and finish where we left off. The living room couch is looking very enticing right now", Mitsuki says before twirling her tongue in Masaru's ear.
"Aw, she knows I can't resist that! Hope the team will be okay without me!", Masaru says as his brain throws his idea of going to the office out the window and he turns around into his wife's hungry embrace, "Besides, marriage is all about compromise, isn't it?"
A/N: Might turn this into a three or four part series throughout the story. Next one will be how Masaru's co-workers react to his return to work and his new "glowing" personality along with a "personal" call from Mitsuki.