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To say that Kaminari was surprised when Todoroki called him out of nowhere is an understatement. Try ‘shocked’ or maybe ‘perplexed’. Those might fit the bill better. After all, Kaminari hasn’t heard of Shouto Todoroki since their university years, when fate decided they were to be roommates for their first year at Musutafu’s University. After Kaminari dropped out, vacated his side of the room and moved into a cheap rental with Sero… Well, he assumed that Todoroki wouldn’t bother contacting him ever again.
How to put this… Todoroki Shouto always struck Kaminari as the kind of aloof, nonchalant person who might not even notice you’re there, right in front of them. For all that the girls at campus gushed about Todoroki’s supposed good looks, Kaminari always found him a bit like a fish. Entirely out of touch with the rest of the student body and, despite Kaminari’s efforts into integrating his roommate with the rest of his friends, Todoroki always managed to say the wrong thing.
They guy was completely and utterly clueless. Not a bad student to share rooms with, though. Sometimes Todoroki would comment about his pet, a pomeranian he’d left at home in the care of a mutual friend (a Midori… something or other) while he was forced to stay on campus for their first year of uni.
Those times were the only ones when Todoroki’s mismatched eyes would fill with light, probably in remembrance of his cute little pet. An angry pomeranian with fluffy blond fur and murderous red eyes. Or so Kaminari recalls. The description sort of stuck with him because of how precise it was. Like Todoroki couldn’t wait to get back to his pet, which he visited on the weekends but, as he put it, that wasn’t enough.
Alas, when Kaminari started his new life away from the strict academic environment in favor of forming a band with his high school friend Jirou and her girlfriend, he pushed all thoughts regarding Todoroki and his pomeranian to the back of his mind. Yet they still lingered around the edges because, when his phone started ringing early in the morning, one glance at the familiar name on the screen brought back all sorts of memories.
Groaning and rubbing his eyes with the flat of his hands he picked up. Todoroki really needs to learn that it’s super rude to call a guy so early in a saturday morning, he thought while grumbling a tired ‘hello’ and yawning.
“Kaminari, can I ask you a favor?” Todoroki cuts right to the chase, no preamble or pleasantries exchanged. How very him, Kaminari thinks while huffing. Kaminari can hear someone else grumble in the background and Todoroki shushing whoever is trying to grab his attention.
“Nice talking to you too,” Kaminari jokes, dragging his tired body from the bed and to the kitchen only to find that Sero left the coffee machine on. Burnt coffee, great! Maybe he should be happy that his roommate at least remembered to make some before leaving. Kaminari needs some caffeine in his system before his day properly starts, you know?
“Yeah,” Todoroki agrees and Kaminari can still faintly get this other person (a man? His voice sounds rough and raspy) at the other end still madly going about something or other. The tone is sharp and urgent, as if this guy isn’t used to speaking to other humans. Takes one to know one, Kaminari thinks idly before burning his tongue the minute he tries to take a sip from his steaming mug.
“Remember I told you about my Pomeranian dog?” Todoroki continues in his usual monotone and Kaminari reluctantly leaves his coffee on the kitchen counter. Oh, no, he thinks. His spidey senses are tingling. Is this going where he thinks it’s going? “I’m leaving on a trip soon,” Todoroki keeps going, unaware of Kaminari’s anxiety spiking.
“Can you maybe look after him while I’m away? It’ll only be for a couple of days… I really wouldn’t ask if I had any other options.”
Ah, there it is. Kaminari grimaces and, when he tries to lean back on the counter his elbow knocks his favorite pikachu mug, which tragically ends up smashed on the floor. A bad omen, most likely.
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Kaminari never truly learned how to say no. Who is Todoroki to him? No one, just his former roommate but… always the bleeding heart, he can’t very well leave a helpless dog alone just because Todoroki lacks basic foresight. There are pet sitters, right? But apparently this pomeranian is ornery and prickly. He (it’s a he, Todoroki has made particular emphasis on this fact for whatever reason) will not let just anyone near him.
Why Todoroki thinks Kaminari is the exception to that norm beats him but here he is anyway. In front of Todoroki’s apartment complex already feeling quite intimidated.
Kaminari had to take the bus and the train to get to Todoroki’s place right after he left. The spare keys are right under the welcome mat, Todoroki texted him from the train station.
The neighborhood is far from what Kaminari is used to: His shared floor with Sero is comfortable enough for two people. Three if one of their friends crashes on the sofa after a rough night. But this? This building looks like it was taken right out of a movie screen. All glass, the skyscraper is surrounded by a tasteful arrangement of trees. The place has a doorman, even.
Awkwardly waving at the guy — who takes a not so subtly glance at Kaminari’s dirty old sneakers — he makes a beeline for the elevator.
The things he does for love. Because yeah, he might not really care all that much for Todoroki (nice dude, but come on, they aren’t exactly close) but Kaminari has always had a soft spot for animals. And, in particular, for dogs. So, despite Todoroki’s interesting choice of words when describing his Pomeranian, Kaminari is certain everything will turn out alright. Probably. How hard can it be? Spend time with a cute Pomeranian? Feed him?
Even if this particular dog turns out to be a grumpy little thing, Kaminari can handle it. What’s the worst that could happen?
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The minute Kaminari enters Todoroki's apartment two things of importance happen in such a quick succession it's impossible to tell one from the other. Not at first anyway. For starters, the cute Pomeranian Kaminari was expecting? He's a blond naked guy with fluffy dog ears and an equally soft looking tail. From the looks of it, he's livid. How does Kaminari know? Well, that leads him to the second breakthrough of the day.
Apparently being cornered by a very nude (yet extremely attractive) hybrid sort of… triggered a physical response out of him. In the lower region of his body, a hard-on.
"Who the fuck are you?" The creature asks (barks?) in an accusatory tone. His nails, which resemble claws, dig into Kaminari's shoulders. The dog/person is so close that Kaminari can practically feel the dog’s breath on his cheeks and… well, he shouldn't find it as alluring as he does. Somewhere in the back of his brain Kaminari knows that, despite his abrasive demeanor, the "Pomeranian" is every bit as nervous as he is.
Lowering his head as much as he can, Kaminari offers his neck for the man-dog to sniff, which he does and God! Why is Kaminari's dick getting harder?
Scoffing, his canine looking companion finally let's Kaminari have some space. There's something in his expression. Derision, sure, but also another emotion that Kaminari can't place. Soon enough it's gone and the creature's red eyes go back to their default setting: An anger that Kaminari can't help but find strangely… cute. Is that right? It seems as though Kaminari has been thrown into an alternative universe where hybrids exist and are kept as pets.
And yet, even in these strange circumstances, his fucking dick is making all of the thinking for him. Typical.
"So you're the sitter, right?" the Pomeranian asks while dropping into an oversized dog bed that's innocently placed by the bar counter. Because of course Todoroki would be the kind of rich kid to have a bar in his massive apartment and instead of using it for its intended purposes, Todoroki just leaves it empty safe for the ridiculous pet bed in one corner. Except Kaminari is not so sure this is actually happening.
While he keeps internally panicking (hence, he keeps quiet while his mind tries to work the puzzle pieces together and failing) the Pomeranian scoffs, his cheek nestled into one closed hand.
"I swear that damn Half and Half always picks the worst guys for the job but… you don’t look that bad," he starts and his gravelly voice travels all the way down to Kaminari's cock. Thank God he chose to wear some baggy sweats today. "My name's Katsuki, by the way. What's yours, Drooly?"
“My name’s not Drooly,” Kaminari says before he can catch himself. The wicked grin that spreads across Katsuki’s face is more than justified considering how stupid Kaminari sounded just now. Todoroki’s apartment's impressive windows cover a great deal of the living room walls and, in the afternoon dimming light, Katsuki’s skin looks golden. His dog ears twitch and despite his uninterested, blassé act, his tail is wagging. Anyone well versed in dog lingo will tell you that’s basic code for “excited and ready to play”.
“Obviously,” Katsuki snorts and, even if Kaminari is still quite embarrassed about his dumb retort, his mind keeps wandering back to Katsuki’s state of undress. Isn’t he cold? Maybe he should eh… put something on. For his sake, you know? Not that Kaminari cares or… Fuck, he’s so screwed, isn’t he? At this rate it’s only a matter of time for Katsuki to notice his erection.
Kaminari can only pray that whatever hybrid species Katsuki is a part of isn’t that knowledgeable in terms of human arousal.
“I’m Kaminari. Nice to meet you,” Katsuki hums and keeps wagging his tail. His almond shaped eyes are digging holes into Kaminari’s skull.
“Nah, I think I’m going to keep calling you Drooly,” he quickly decides, stretching in his aforementioned bed, legs parted in a way that makes it impossible for Kaminari to ignore. Considering that Katsuki is still in his birthday suit, Kaminari can’t help but feel uneasy. Like he should lose a layer of clothes or two. So that they’re on even footing.
It’s not like they make manuals for dealing with ornery dog hybrid pets, you know? Kaminari is basically playing this by ear, doing the best he can. If anything, Katsuki should be doing a better job of keeping him up to speed.
“Anyway,” Katsuki starts once again, worrying his bottom lip in a way that Kaminari might describe as seductive if Katsuki wasn’t half dog. Parting his strong legs in a more than dramatic way, Kaminari notices for the first time that Katsuki is also visibly hard. Precum is leaking from his little cock and — strangely — when Katsuki presses both legs against his chest…
“Why is your butt so shiny?” Kaminari asks and the seconds the words leave his mouth he regrets every single one of them. How likely would it be for the floor to swallow him whole? Kaminari wants to spontaneously combust. You know, if that could happen that’d be peachy. Just perfect. Instead, he can feel heat creeping up his face as he stays put. Katsuki’s laughter roars out of his relatively small body and reverberates around the walls.
The sound is so lovely it easily dispels Kaminari’s self-consciousness.
Come on, get a grip! He thinks before taking a tentative step forward. Katsuki is just a pet, nothing to be ashamed of.
“Slick,” Katsuki provides the answer to his question after almost doubling over with laughter. “Like I said, my master always picks the most useless creeps. Why did the Halfie have to go right before my fucking heat! It’s so unfair, isn’t it? At least you’re not Deku. His stroke game is shit.”
What? Slick? Game? He can’t be thinking about…
“You’re going to spend my heat with me, right Drooly?” Katsuki crawls closer, his shoulder blades moving in an almost hypnotic way as he reaches Kaminari’s feet. Well, if Katsuki hadn’t noticed before just how hard Kaminari is then he can’t miss it now. What with being literally inches away from his cock. When Kaminari looks down at the sight of an entranced Katsuki (cheeks all rosy and fluffy ears twitching in interest) he thinks he might explode.
“Heat?” Kaminari repeats Katsuki’s words and they make just as much sense as the first time. That is to say, none. But now Kaminari lives in an alternate reality where such a thing as dog hybrids who get heats exist. Male dog hybrids at that. Not that he’s complaining, you know? Clearly Todoroki left him in charge for a reason.
Let’s be perfectly honest for a second here. Kaminari can be a lot of things but responsible? Nah, that’s not exactly one of his strengths. Horny, however? Let’s just say he jacks off more times in a day than the average teenager and leave it at that. With Katsuki on his knees, nose inspecting his tented pants with enthusiasm, it takes everything in Kaminari not to blow his load early. Would Katsuki mind, though?
“Ugh, take this stupid thing off, already!” Katsuki whines after struggling to understand Kaminari’s zipper and failing. Instead of going for it with his perfectly good hands, he tries to grab it with his sharp teeth. It’s impossibly cute and, okay, yes, Kaminari is very into it.
“Like this?” Kaminari, surrendering to his instincts and his need to cum (preferably inside one of Katsuki’s warm holes but anywhere would be fine at this point) he makes a show of unzipping his pants and getting out of them as slowly as he can. There’s a wet spot on his boxers and the rubbing of the fabric against his cock is starting to get annoying instead of pleasurable. Katsuki’s eyes grow wide. As if he’s never seen a dick before, which makes Kaminari pause.
But if what his canine temporary pet has implied is correct, Katsuki’s had at least two partners before to help him get through his heats. His master (Kaminari inwardly makes a face at this. He’s not too sure he wants to picture Todoroki having sex, let alone with his own Pomeranian. Even if he happens to be a smoking hot blond with blazing red eyes) and this Deku person.
What is it then?
“Huh… you’re kind of big here,” Katsuki muses and his pupils dilate noticeably, the red in his eyes laser focused on a single point. “For a tease,” he concludes before taking Kaminari out of his pants and licking a stripe from the head then down to his balls. And ooooh, Katsuki clearly knows what he’s doing. His mouth is careful and, in the meantime, Katsuki keeps stroking Kaminari’s dick with his right hand, his claw-like nails always perilously close to the slit.
"Katsuki!" Kaminari can't help but gasp, his breathing getting more and more hampered as Katsuki continues giving his dick all the attention it deserves. "I want to cum inside your mouth, can I? Please?"
Katsuki halts all of his movements, his hands and mouth detaching from Kaminari's hard member, a frown finding its way to his pretty forehead. Beads of precum keep gathering around the head of Kaminari's cock and every second away from Katsuki seems like torture. He realizes everything must go according to Katsuki's wishes but is it too much to ask? For all of Katsuki's attentive touches, he still hasn't let him inside his mouth. And his lips — all pink and plush— are so pretty, glistening with saliva.
"That depends," Katsuki answers him before wrapping his mouth around the head of Kaminari's dick and letting go only second after with an audible 'pop'.
"On what?" Kaminari's panicked question is left ignored for a few seconds in which Katsuki clicks his tongue, appearing to be considering his own options. Like they have all the time in the world. Kaminari is close to tears. Now that he knows exactly how divine and wet it feels inside Katsuki's mouth he's not sure he can go on if he doesn't shove his length back inside.
The mental image of Katsuki's lips stretched wide around the base of his cock won't leave him. Kaminari yearns for it, he wants to make that a reality.
And then, Katsuki's rough voice breaks through the horny fog, bringing Kaminari's whole attention back to his current predicament.
"I don't know, fuckface. Can you come more than once? I need you to breed me," he says offhandedly while making a face and Kaminari's eyes travel to Katsuki's thighs which are now covered with that sticky substance the Pomeranian referred to as slick.
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As it turns out, Kaminari can definitely come more than once. Although… credit where credit is due, Katsuki makes it extremely easy. When he moans and squirts that slippery substance all over himself, Kaminari can’t help but follow suit, filling him up with his warm release. By now, the oversized dog bed is drenched with their combined bodily fluids and Kaminari couldn’t care less. As soon as the after waves of his orgasm wash over him, and he slips out of Katsuki, he can’t help but want to bury himself inside the Pomeranian’s tight heat all over again.
It’s never quite worked like this before. Sex — Kaminari thinks — has always been one of those rare miracles that only happen to him once or twice a year. A girl that’s been left by her boyfriend or just some friend who feels like getting adventurous, see if Kaminari can provide that extra edge that their lives are lacking. Usually they are quick to find out that Kaminari is not as wild in that department as they’ve been led to believe.
Yet, here he is, having marathon sex with a half dog / half human hybrid that looks like every bisexual or pansexual dreamboat. Like, seriously, Katsuki couldn’t be hotter if he tried. And the thing is, the Pomeranian doesn’t even have to do anything to get Kaminari going. Katsuki need only spread his legs and show Kaminari that spot, that hole right in between his asshole and his penis. Kaminari doesn’t know exactly why it’s so addicting, but fuck, he wants to live there.
“Come on, dumbass,” Katsuki prompts him, scooping some of the cum and slick dripping from his used hole (what is it? Kaminari never asked. It doesn’t look like a vagina but Katsuki did say he wanted to be bred) and treating it as makeshift lube, stretching his asshole which gives way as easily as if it was made of clay.
Kaminari’s eyes zero in on Katsuki’s desperate motions. Careful with his long nails, his fingers go in and out of his puckered rim, stretching it wide and, oh… Kaminari thinks he can see inside. Just a little bit. It’s pink and it looks plush, inviting, perfect just like everything about Katsuki so far.
His body moves on its own accord. Draping himself over Katsuki’s he wastes no time entering the Pomeranian’s inviting body once again. Kaminari sighs and Katsuki tilts his head back, eyes watering and mouth open, his pink tongue lolling out. Dripping saliva all over the bed and the carpet, just like a dog would. It should be disgusting, a total turn off. It isn’t.
“Can I move?” Kaminari asks, his dick twitching inside Katsuki who makes a sound in between a moan and a whine. Smoldering red eyes glare daggers at him.
“Don’t ask,” the Pomeranian says, clenching around Kaminari as if encouraging him to go deeper, “just do it, already!”
And so Kaminari does. Huffing and, with a strength he didn’t know he possessed, Kaminari starts pummeling Katsuki with vigor. When his hips meet Katsuki’s reddened butt cheeks, more slick and cum drips from his other hole, reminding Kaminari of their previous activities and easing his thrusts when it reaches the place where his cock is nestled inside Katsuki. It’s so messy but Kaminari loves it.
In the back of his head, he wonders if Katsuki really meant it when he asked to be bred. If he’ll see little hybrid babies in a few months time or if it was just a figure of speech.
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“Are you sure you can handle it?” Todoroki asks in that even tone of his. Kaminari used to find it a little bit annoying when they shared a room back at university. But now he’s trained himself to recognize the little changes here and there. Like now, for instance. Todoroki sounds just a little bit winded, and his mismatched eyes are trained on the place where his Pomeranian ‘pet’ is being ruthlessly rammed into by none other than Kaminari.
It’s been a pleasant surprise that, even after returning from his trip, Todoroki suggested that Katsuki would need Kaminari to stick around for a while longer. How much longer? Who knows, but if Kaminari has any say in it, maybe forever. He’s grown fond of the little hybrid and even more than a little attached to all of his extremely fuckable holes. Because seriously, when it comes to anything sexual, Katsuki is kind of a powerhouse. He can keep going for hours and, by extension, he can keep any of his partners interested in him just as long.
“I’m not weak,” Katsuki moans his answer, canting his hips back and meeting Kaminari’s thrusts halfway.
“Don’t be silly,” Todoroki sighs but he wastes no time taking off his clothes nonetheless, “you know that’s not why I’m asking. What about the baby?” he continues saying, gesturing towards Katsuki’s obvious bump. Kaminari can’t help but smile, one of his hands going around Katsuki’s middle to lightly press at Katsuki’s tummy. Sure enough, he finds just the tiniest of curves, something that wasn’t there before Katsuki’s so-called heat.
A human girl wouldn’t be showing only four weeks after getting impregnated, but Katsuki is, which suggests that hybrids have a much shorter pregnancy. Not that Kaminari minds, he sort of wishes to see Katsuki with his belly all round and full, too big to walk on two legs anymore. He imagines those impressive pecs, filled with milk.
“I said I can handle it!” Katsuki repeats his words not without considerable effort as Kaminari increases his pace, aiming for that spot that always makes the pretty hybrid delirious with pleasure.
“Alright,” Todoroki concedes with a final sigh but his dick — already hard, its tip leaking precum — betrays his innermost desires. He’s just as excited and eager as the rest of them. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”
With that final warning, Todoroki positions himself right over Katsuki. Kaminari, who is under the Pomeranian, does his best to keep still as Todoroki’s fingers join him inside Katsuki’s stretchy pussy (it’s not a pussy, Kaminari’s mind reminds him, it’s even better than one). From this angle, with Katsuki’s back pressed against him, Kaminari can’t see the Pomeranian’s expression, but if his desperate moans are anything to go by, the little thing is close to cumming. Slipping his fingers out, Todoroki finally lines up his cock with Katsuki’s greedy entrance.
Pushing inside, the friction caused by his rock hard cock tips Kaminari right over the edge. Yet, when he tries to disentangle himself from the mess of limbs that are Katsuki and Todoroki (Shouto, Kaminari’s mind provides, he should really start calling him by his given name) Katsuki clenches hard around both their lengths, locking them into place.
“Don’t even think about it, Drooly,” he says, tilting his head back and shooting Kaminari the cheekiest grin he’s ever seen. The light peeking through the blinds bathes Katsuki in a golden light and Kaminari finally understands that he’s a godly being. A supernatural entity not meant for the likes of Kaminari (or Todoroki for that matter) to understand. Only to enjoy, to bask in their radiance. To cherish and guard from unworthy eyes.
Kaminari will have to live up to Katsuki’s expectations. He must, Katsuki is carrying his offspring and, true to his dog half, he accepts Kaminari willingly without any kind of complaint whatsoever.
Todoroki’s thrusts become increasingly uncoordinated and, when his cum joins Kaminari’s inside of Katsuki’s spent body, Kaminari closes his eyes.
This is home.