#twname calling

Inu!Bakugo…for@ultimate-astridwriting’s Hybrid collab!

Summary:My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I’m not completely happy with it but who ever is? I’m still proud of myself!

Word count:2.2k.

Warnings:Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.

You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day’s work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?

No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren’t at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren’t sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.

Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn’t make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read “Dynamite” but he didn’t give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.

The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn’t frayed and barely hanging on. “Katsuki” as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.

No doubt you’d be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn’t such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn’t know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.

“Fucking finally, you’re home! I’ve been waitin’ for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I’m hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner.” He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.

“Katsuki…I can’t, not tonight.” Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn’t seem to notice, or care.

The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. “Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already.”

All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He’s been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?

“I’ve fucking had it with you!” Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn’t care, a line had been crossed. “You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I’m the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I’ve had it! I’m done! I can’t take this anymore!”

Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn’t even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.

“Fuck I’m such an ass..” You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn’t already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He’d linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!

After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.

Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.

What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?

Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?

“Feel that?” How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.

“W-what the hell are you doing?” Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.

“Humping…fucking dumbass.” His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must’ve been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. “Tryin'ta…help ya. Shitty woman..”

“Help? How the fuck is this helping?”

“You’ve been working so hard so I thought maybe…a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya.” Katsuki’s voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.

He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn’t help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. “Okay, alright, I’ll let you help.”

“Fuck yeah!”

With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn’t feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck, Katsuki!” Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.

“Yeah, yeah…you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?” Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. “You’re my dirty fucking slut! Mine…mine…mine…mine, fucking mine!”

Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?

“F-fuck! Gonna cum…fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!” Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.

The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.

“Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!” One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.

Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could’ve sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki’s head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must’ve been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki’s face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.

“Please, please don’t kick me out. I’ll do anything, please…please don’t abandon me. Not again.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.

Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. “Never again…just don’t destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?”

“Yes.” Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. “….Master.”