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Todoroki never considered the intricate paths that took him from living in a single room apartment, barely making ends meet while trying to make it on his own without his father’s help, to his present – admittedly way more auspicious – circumstances. The studio apartment was more than he needed or maybe, deserved (something he hadn’t taken a lot of time to consider, having recently inherited a large portion of his aunt’s estate, including this very same property).
“Fucking finally,” his hybrid pomeranian huffed, dropping the last of their boxes into the empty living room and assessing his new surroundings with big, shiny eyes. Despite his hard stare that never betrayed his emotions, Katsuki’s wagging tail always conveyed the true extent of his excitement. Todoroki smiled softly; his pomeranian had always been so cute.
“That’s everything, right?” Katsuki kept going, seemingly unaware of Todoroki’s intent gaze as he paced around the new place, his almost naked figure roaming around the kitchen. Most likely, he was trying to figure out if there was enough space for all of his equipment. Todoroki had kept it crammed in a few labeled cardboard boxes in their last apartment. His heart ached at the memory of leaving his loving pet in the care of his good friend Midoriya while he was forced to live in the UA dorms for one year.
But enough of that, theirs was a happy reunion, and what better way to celebrate it than to move into a better, more spacious place where his puppy could play without worries.
“Hey, snap out of it already!” Katsuki had sidled up to him while he was lost in thought, his forehead against the window pane that overlooked Musutafu’s largest park. Katsuki’s gaze immediately drifted to the immensity in front of them, his pupils swallowing the red of his eyes as he took in the size of the trees. A bird chirped in the distance and his left ear twitched, a tremble coursing through his whole body before Katsuki opened his mouth and… barked.
“Huh, you really like it here, don’t you?” Todoroki hummed, petting his slightly shorter companion before his hand trailed further down. He’d never been able to convince Katsuki to wear human clothing around the house. As it was, he was already reluctant to wear his baggy cargo pants whenever they had to venture outside and the only kind of top he accepted was a loose sleeveless t-shirt that used to belong to Shouto when he was in middle school. Upon entering the apartment, Katsuki had disposed of his tee almost immediately.
If he hadn’t already rid himself of his pants it was only because of the sheer amount of anticipation exploring his new surroundings brought him. Todoroki was sure his pomeranian had never seen such opulence before and he was glad that it was him that could bring a bright future into his life. If possible, he wanted to share everything he had with Katsuki, and find new ways to give him a better existence than the one he might have led before their first meeting so many years ago. Now Todoroki could truly fulfill his promises to spoil him rotten.
Staying unnaturally quiet, Katsuki eyed Todoroki askance as if asking for permission. Worrying his lip, he decided to forgo all kinds of formalities and nuzzled his face against Todoroki’s chest. It was such a feline behavior it took Todoroki aback for a second before he brought his hand to softly caress his pet’s back.
Warmth crawled its way into Todoroki’s heart. Enveloping his little hybrid with his body, he crashed Katsuki against the windowpane as he began ravishing his neck.
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“Hurry up and put it in, already!” Katsuki growled, showing his fangs but failing to come across as intimidating while clenching around Todoroki’s fingers. Currently, there were three of them shoved inside his hungry asshole, the lube and slick dripping down pale thighs and meeting the futon haphazardly placed below them. Distantly, Todoroki wondered if the stain would remain even after cleaning.
But those thoughts pertained to a different Todoroki, one not preoccupied with stuffing his pet with as many fingers as possible.
“But look,” he said, wriggling his digits a little and brushing against Katsuki’s prostate in the process, “I feel like you can still take more, can’t you pet ?”
A shiver traveled through Katsuki’s spine until it met his little tail, which was presently curled over itself, all puffed up and expectant.
“Don’t fucking tease me, fuuuck!” Katsuki moaned just about the same time Todoroki slipped yet another finger in and scissored all four of them, trying to spread Katsuki’s walls further apart. Todoroki’s knees hurt and he was certain — no matter how much his ornery pomeranian boasted about his physical superiority to humans — his cute little pet was also uncomfortable.
With only a thin futon separating them from the hardwood flooring, they couldn’t possibly be expected to wait for the rest of the furniture to arrive in two days' time. His cock twitched painfully in his pants. It appeared that it wasn’t only his pomeranian that had gotten a little bit carried away with excitement on account of the moving. Todoroki was supposed to be the master, to know better but how could he? No one would be able to reel Katsuki in if they tried, and even if such a feat was possible, Todoroki didn’t want anyone to succeed.
His little spitfire of a hybrid was an ornery, brazen piece of work. In comparison, Todoroki was aloof and a little bit dimwitted. Yet there was something profound about them: They shared a common link, a fate, a bond if you will. Something bigger than themselves had brought them together one rainy afternoon years and years ago. Todoroki, perhaps led by the universe or whatever mysterious divine entity overlooking everything, had stumbled upon Katsuki.
The hybrid had looked so pitiful and tiny back then, hiding underneath a drenched coat that did nothing to protect him from the inclemencies of the weather.
They’d come a long way since that first encounter.
“Are you listening, you dumb Half and Half? I said, more !” Katsuki’s cry broke through the haze that had settled over Todoroki’s mind, bringing him back to the task at hand. Literally. His fingers were still pressing against the spot that always made Katsuki wail and whimper. The fact that he’d kept quiet for more than a second was testament to how well-behaved his pet was, underneath all of the false bravado.
Todoroki tutted before inserting his thumb and Katsuki tightened around him. It was a reflex, the impulse to keep Todoroki from pushing but it would be no good if Katsuki didn’t relax a little. Doing his best not to make any sudden moves, Todoroki hushed softly against the sweaty skin of Katsuki’s prominent ass. The hybrid’s tail uncurled a little and Katsuki’s ears were still pressed against the back of his head, partially hidden from sight under blond locks. And yet, as if following a silent command, Katsuki’s insides let go of the iron grip they had over Todoroki’s fingers.
Taking full advantage of Katsuki’s uncharacteristic compliance, Todoroki twisted his hand in just the right way to bury it until his wrist was the only thing left outside. They’d never tried this but he’d read about it a great deal and, being a “sex fiend” as his ornery pet often described him, Todoroki was eager to learn.
“You good?” he asked and Katsuki, already giving up all resistance, just gave him a curt nod. His flushed cheeks and the sweat dripping down his arched back all pointed to his pet feeling the experience as intensely as he could without acting up. In fact, Todoroki had no doubt in his mind his little pomeranian was exercising a strong will to keep from jerking his legs on instinct. Shushing in what he expected to be a soothing manner, Todoroki kept on moving his hand inside Katsuki’s hole.
Inside, it felt like a furnace hugging him.
Of course, he’d experienced what it was like to cum deep inside him, feed his hybrid with the sweet release he so craved. It was always exhilarating to push Katsuki’s boundaries, test the limits of his body until Katsuki’s pride gave way to his innermost desires. They never settled for a safe word, instead opting for a less conventional system: Katsuki barked and he often tried to bite him too; a couple of times he actually succeeded. Despite the stitches, Todoroki found it insanely hot to carry the mark of his pet in broad daylight.
“You’re doing it again… Stop spacing out, dammit!” Katsuki complained, his legs twitching when Todoroki plunged his hand in a particularly forceful way. He must have pressed against Katsuki’s prostate once again, except this time his pet must have felt it tenfold. “I’m too full… Take it out, dumbass!”
Carefully, Todoroki slipped his hand back out. Once he did, Katsuki’s hole didn’t immediately close, it kept clenching and unclenching around itself, his pink insides fully visible.
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“Slow the fuck down!” Katsuki moaned. His hands were tied with one of Todoroki’s old school ties and so, unless his hybrid really wanted to tear the fabric (earning him some serious time out for destruction of property) he didn’t possess the skills to wriggle his way out of Todoroki’s grasp. Not that Todoroki would perform any sexual act on an unwilling partner, that was out of the question. Katsuki would let him know if he wasn’t comfortable and Todoroki would abide by his pomeranian’s wishes.
Their agreement was clear. As long as Katsuki accepted him as his master, Todoroki was to call the shots and, since last time they had sex Katsuki scratched his back so bad the scratches actually got infected… restraining those pointy claws from getting near his body was a necessary evil.
Maybe one day he would train that nasty habit out of his Pomeranian, but today they didn’t have the time nor the disposition.
After successfully fitting his whole fist inside Katsuki’s pliant hole, Todoroki had been left wanting more, his dick aching painfully and staining his boxers with precum. Once properly restrained, Katsuki flopped on his back while keeping his legs folded against his chest; it was an inhuman display of elasticity that knocked the wind right out of Todoroki’s lungs. Truly, his pet never ceased to amaze. The image in front of him was one of pure debauchery.
“You’re so beautiful,” Todoroki muttered more to himself than to Katsuki, whose eyes were glassy and just gone; Katsuki’s mind was in a different place entirely. Drool was coming out of his mouth and his prominent chest (deceptively soft muscle that Todoroki adored to squeeze in his hands at every opportunity) was blushed pink. Copious amounts of lube were dripping out of his abused hole, which kept winking in an effort to close itself.
“Yeah, like I don’t know that already,” Katsuki struggled to try and come across as snarky but his attempt was only half-assed. His hips wriggled and he cried when Todoroki breached his ruined entrance with his cock.
Every couple of thrusts, Todoroki’s cock slipped out, smudging precum and lube all over Katsuki’s taint and thighs. It was a hypnotizing sight: Katsuki was still stretched out to the fullest and, as such, it was both exciting and frustrating to plunge inside only to feel Katsuki’s usual tight walls so… loose. The knowledge that it’d been Todoroki’s fist that had rearranged his hybrid's anatomy (even if only temporarily) only served to add to his frenzied state of mind.
Something had to give and, after pulling out for what felt like the tenth time, Todoroki huffed in annoyance. Flicking a stray strand of hair away from his eyes, he took in Katsuki fully. His pet had stopped holding his legs in place a while ago. With his head turned to the side, the drool was drenching the poor futon below them.
“I bet you’re hungry,” Todoroki mumbled, his eyes landing on Katsuki’s parted lips, his breath coming out hampered. His round tits — because right now there wasn’t a better word for those tantalizing mounds of flesh — moved almost rhythmically as he tried to get back his bearings. Rolling his eyes, Katsuki opened his mouth further, his tongue darting out as if begging to catch some of Todoroki’s release. No further prompting was needed.
Inching closer, Todoroki offered Katsuki his cock. The tip smeared Katsuki’s soft pink lips with that salty combination of lube and his own bodily fluids.
“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Feed me ,” Katsuki barked (not literally but god, it sounded so close to the real thing) before being stuffed with Todoroki’s length.
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Morning light bathed the studio apartment in its golden hues. The stained futon, the unpacked boxes and Katsuki’s clothes and shoes left haphazardly by the genkan all acquired an ethereal feeling. Shapes and objects solidified in the periphery of Todoroki’s eyes as he rubbed them with his closed fists.
“Don’t do that, Candy Cane,” Katsuki laughed by his side. He’d learnt what candy canes looked like after their first Christmas together and ever since insisted that his owner was the human embodiment of said sugary treat. Todoroki had tried to affect an air of annoyance but Katsuki had seen right through it. He could never fool his little pet and — as he gazed up to Katsuki who stood by him with a glass of water in his hand, the events of the previous day present in the form of hickeys and bite marks all over his pet’s milky skin — Todoroki didn’t think he ever wanted to try.
Katsuki might bite his head off if Todoroki even considered keeping secrets from him. Sticking through thick and thin, they were the perfect team.
Smiling openly, he took the glass from his pet’s grip and downed it one go.