cw: very suggestive, implied monsterfucking and breeding
“You’re such a dog sometimes.” You say out of the blue, a thought that slipped out of your reflexively.
It was a genuine observation- you were watching Bakugou fiddling with an old rubix cube, part of a box of things you had in your closet. You brought it out for your monstrous companion to explore more human things he wasn’t as accustomed to, picking up new words pretty quickly when you held something up and said what it was.
Part of his learning experience also came from feeling how things gives not just under his fingers, but his teeth too. He scraped his sharp canines over one square of the cube, grimacing when he figured it was something too hard and tasteless to eat and that’s what sparked the dog comment in your head.
Bakugou turns to you at the sound of your voice, still big even when he’s seated on the ground and you on the couch, brows furrowed.
You smile, reiterating. “You act like a dog sometimes.” You type into your phone when his confusion doesn’t lessen. A quick google search for dog pictures, you turn the screen to him and now he looks like an old man leaning in and squinting at the bright screen. “This is a dog.”
Bakugou’s furrow pinches harder into a deep pout, looking back at you. “No dog.” He growls back, offended. He’d insult you to hell and back if he had the vocabulary for it.
“Yeah dog,” you poke back with a roll of your eyes, “you’re like a spoiled and expensive puppy I have to baby everyday if I don’t want my entire house destroyed.”
His expression blooms into indignation. “No puppy!”
The trinkets are left abandoned on the coffee table as he gets up to curl over you, snarling and snippy in a specific way he gets when he’s too angry for words, and you’re panic laughing at his grabbing at you because you’re ticklish- and the size difference between you and him make your gut twist too suddenly.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” You squeal between giggles and batting his hands away. “It was a joke, okay? You’re not a puppy!”
Proud at that statement, Bakugou chuffs. There was just no winning with this creature whe he gets all saucy over anything. It was annoying as it was charming in its own way.
“Great you got your point across. Can you let me go now?” You huff, tugging one arm for emphasis. He had captured your wrists during the struggle, and while you’re not really all small and petite in human standards, your hands are dwarfed in his, barely enough to fill his entire palm.
Bakugou doesn’t let go immediately, a stillness washing over and he just stares down at you instead. Eyes sharp and animalistic, with the same steady focus as that of a beast in the wild catching sight of something new or something edible. You almost squirm, tongue weighing like lead in your mouth and suddenly very aware of the position you were in- practically pinned back on your couch with your legs tucked between his knees a little uselessly.
You try to push the flustered swirl in your stomach away and urge yourself to speak. Maybe he just didn’t understand you.
“You want puppy.” Bakugou speaks up before you, and you blink, a bit surprised and a little lost.
“No way?,” You laugh sheepishly. “I already have my hands full with you.”
Your monster companion frowns another pout then shakes his head. “You want puppy,” he repeats, insists, somewhat firmer and seemingly upset that you don’t understand or that he doesn’t know enough words yet to say what he means, maybe both even. He shifts your wrists into one big hand instead, an easy fit, and lifts them a little higher over your head- then pokes a finger under your bellybutton.
“Here.” His tone is softer, pressing on the chub there before dragging lower, and it rips a shaky gasp out of you from your skin giving under his finger, sharp claw hooking on the hem of your home shorts on it’s descent.
You burn inside as he keeps watching every little twitch on your face, nearly pass out when you feel something syrupy and warm pool out of you- and the way Bakugou’s nose flares with a breath and his eyes immediately go lidded and hazey lets you know that you’re completely bare under his senses.
“Mates give puppies.” Bakugou rumbles from deep in his chest, sultry and carnal as he curves down to you, brushes his nose on yours in a ghost of a nuzzle, and your breaths mingle into one you share out of each other’s lungs. His hand moves to spread over your pelvis and you moan on reflex because he covers it whole.
“I can give many.” He bares his teeth in a feral, promising grin and cups where he knows your womb is.
He really is like a dog sometimes.