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“What to do when your bunny is in heat.”
“How to help bun hybrid through season.”
“What the fuck my rabbit won’t stop humping everything.”
“How to stop horny fuck from destroying your home.”
“How do you handle a rabbit that won’t stop wanting to fuck.”
“For the love of god someone help me with my rabbit in heat.”
No matter what manner of searches that Katsuki Bakugou input towards Google, they all seemed to come up with the same options that he really didn’t want to see right now. Articles, scholarly debates, personal forums with other hybrid-rabbit owners; all of them Katsuki could say he’s searched since bringing his first pet home.
“Why’d you get a rabbit of all things, Bakubro?”
“Yeah, you’re not exactly the type for skittish pets. Rabbits are notorious for their nerves, especially to loud noises and-“
“Will you both clamp your traps shut? I got it because it was the only one that didn’t make a fucking fool of itself at the shelter. Tripping all over each other to get to the front of the cage, pawing at it, being obnoxious little fuckers that wouldn’t shut up-“
Bakugou paused, steeling his breath as he turned to shitty hair and the electrical wannabe. “A rabbit is quiet, doesn’t need to be trained not to shit anywhere, and would stay out of my hair.
And you know, for the first few months? It was goddamn great.
Midoriya Izuku, as the shelter had called him, was an absolute delight in the terms that he kept out of the pro-hero’s way. He was soft spoken, often times avoided the room Bakugou was in at any cost that he could.
He needed space just about as much as Bakugou did. His nerves would cause him to jolt at the smallest of noises; heart rapidly beating any time there was any sense of danger. It was hard to ignore that prey instinct- even when the rational part of his mind spoke against the pesky response. Yet he sparingly allowed Bakugou to pet his soft fur whenever his temper would find something ruined within the apartment.
While only his chest sported a fine layer of greyish green fluff, and from the waist down was all soft fur and muscled thighs- Izuku was surprisingly pleasant to pet. The hybrid came just to Bakugou’s lower abdomen, short in height yet confirmed to be the same age as the hero in pet years.
He could even be clingy at times, bounding up to Bakugou when he seemed not too occupied with something else, and plop that undeniably cute face into his palm for pets. Those wild curls were nice to weave through, flopped ears even softer to the touch as he’d play with them while watching T.V.
However the moment Midoriya got his fill he would hop down, skitter to the nest he constructed in the corner, and curl up with one of his many books.
It wasn’t an exactly perfect arrangement at times, given the rabbit’s horrendously nervous tendencies, yet it worked well.
Until the first spring rolled around and suddenly Bakugou noticed that the smaller nest had doubled in size. All manners of his clothes- both hero apparel and otherwise- were bunched up within the rabbit’s possession.
He had destroyed the sofa to pluck the soft padding and foam from the internals, leaving only a mess of metal and fabric in his wake as it all piled up high into his nest. It only just so peeked from the edges of clothes that Bakugou could recognize as from his dirty pile, feeling his nose scrunch up in barely contained rage at the sight.
His sofa wasn’t the only casualty in his rabbit’s wake.
The pillows were destroyed, his bed was ransacked of sheets- and the very fucking culprit of it all was nestled deep into the gigantic pile he had constructed. His gaze was completely out of it when Bakugou stormed up to the mess in his living room, green eyes hazy and unfocused as his chest rose and fell with rapid desperation.
He was rolled over onto his side, a completely submissive posture for a bun, with his thighs tightly held together and twitching in time with the rapid wave of his tail. He didn’t even seem to notice he was in trouble- even when Bakugou shouted in frustration and nearly tossed the useless sofa out of the side of the wall.
Miniature explosions were ringing out across his palms, causing the hare’s ears to twitch at the noise. Blearily he raised his head from the confines of his blankets, despite how comfortable and perfect he finally managed to get it.
From the dopey look in his face as a small smile spread across those plump cheeks, Bakugou felt all of his anger dissipating as the pet’s smooth voice called out, “Kaachan…”, in a manner that was very difficult to stay infuriated with.
Little fucking shit.
Instead Bakugou found himself huddled before his computer, fingers furiously typing away into the search bar as he looked for remedies and solutions to the second part of Midoriya’s little problem.
He was in heat- and almost anything small and soft was fair game for him to hump against.
Those pillows weren’t going to be salvageable by the end of his cycle, what with the way he bounced and grinded against them as if his life depended upon it. The sofa’s armrest was another particular place for Izuku to mount himself on, as well as the multi-colored bouncy ball that the hare favored so much.
He couldn’t watch when the rabbit even jumped his large stuffed bear, button nose twitching furiously as his hips worked with equal frustration.
It was such a horrid switch on the rabbit’s usual personality that Bakugou swore he’d get whiplash at this rate. Anytime he’d attempt to stop the behavior he would receive a harsh nip in return, the bun rising onto his haunches and looking ready to pounce. Strange behavior- especially for a prey species.
Rubbing his temples in frustration, sitting upon a mound of old shirts to make up for the lack of stuffing in his computer chair, Bakugou allowed his head to fall upon the table with a loud thump. All of these Google searches were complete bullshit. Every option was equally demeaning in some way, or knew it wouldn’t fly well with his skittish and temperamental Omega rabbit.
- Find a willing Alpha stud to sate the innate need for a litter within the pet.
- Lock them up for the duration to avoid property damage.
- Offer the pet a selection of heat/rut aid toys.
- Sate their needs yourself.
The first option was already immediately out. He knew Izuku wouldn’t want to have a litter, even if the price for flop eared kits were staggeringly high now-a-days. It was on his adoption papers that the rabbit would prefer to not be a dam.
Two was just flat out cruel. No doubt while locking him up would have avoided the horrendous disaster he returned to, there was just no humane way that Bakugou could justify locking his rabbit in a cage and letting them wail it out. Despite what some sickos on the internet may think; hybrids had feelings and preferences too, just like any damn human.
Three was just flat out awkward, although one of the best methods to help your pet. Give them a fucking dildo and let them literally ride it out not even a few beats away from yourself? Weird. It sat uncomfortably heavy in the bottom of Bakugou’s chest, imagining his companion buried knot deep on an artificial dick right next to his workspace.
But the last option…
Oh boy, that last option there….
It was humiliating. It was flat out humiliating to give himself over to the thought of helping Izuku Midoriya himself, human or not. While he enjoyed the hare’s presence in more ways than one, he just couldn’t picture himself delving between those plush thighs and soothing that burning ache deep within Izuku’s abdomen using his-
Smacking his head down onto the top of the desk once more, Bakugou willed the image away with a loud shout of frustration.
Okay, so what! Midoriya was cute! He was his age, with a bright mind and witty comments whenever they would talk to each other! He liked to read books, rest those soft foot pads against his thigh on the couch, and kick at him when a particularly action packed scene would startle him. He was charismatic, enthusiastic, and way better company than any actual-humans could be.
Was there anything wrong with liking his presence like that, too? It wasn’t uncommon for hybrids and humans to be in actual committed relationships, although the stigma against their animalistic characteristics was heavily debated upon.
They could speak for themselves, think for themselves, and even hold a spot in society where they could make their own living and work independently!
But that animal side was blaringly obvious.
His hands to elbow were covered in a fine layer of fluff, turning into smooth skin up his bicep to chest. While he sported a large puff of fur at the line of his neck, it quickly turned back into human skin all the way to his waist. However, that was when the human similarities ended.
The entire anatomical structure was completely rabbit. From curved thighs, to elongated paws, and wide hips that were nearly trademark to the hare species- Izuku was undeniably rabbit, and that made it difficult to ignore the truth.
Even if his human facial features were just as prominent; it was hard to look past the term “pet” when he thought of the hare.
This made it all the more conflicting when he’d turn over his shoulder- only to see Izuku struggling to keep his paws off of himself.
Bakugou felt a horrified bubble of arousal rise from his groin when he’d catch those soft fingers parting his legs open wide, rubbing at the small slit that had appeared between his fur when excitement and heat swelled the skin full.
His lips were soft and puffy, labia easily parting for his fingers as he buried them deep in his sopping wet cunt. It stuffed that pink hole wide from the awkward angle, tail rapidly wagging as his hips worked frantically against whatever simulation he could get.
It was clear he was frustrated- especially as he bit his lower lip raw between bucked teeth. “A-Ah…hah…” He breathed out, tears welling in those gorgeous forest-green gems as the buildup of pleasure was too much.
Bakugou hardly even realized he had burned the wood of his desk from the sheer force of his grip, whipping his head away just quick enough to avoid the features of his expression to scrunch up in sheer pleasure. With belated horror he realized that he was sporting a solid half chub, only more tempted to sate himself as he adjusted the seam to not dig into his guilty flesh.
The sound of thumping paws against the nest only weakened his resolve further, Midoriya’s cries growing more and more frantic as the tiny tag of his collar jingled with each turn. Nothing that the bun did could sate himself, no matter what matter of unfortunate items he tried to cram into himself.
Can’t use that hairbrush now- Nor the remote- Nor the fucking cucumber he had planned to chop up for his salad.
Tugging at his hair in frustration, Bakugou knew that he couldn’t last the three days left of the week without blowing something up. He wasn’t able to focus on his missions, knowing that the heat-stench exuding from the small rabbit could attract stray Alphas to break into his apartment. He worried what the bun was getting into, if he was okay, if he’d become stricken with heat sickness while Bakugou was out.
He just couldn’t go on like this.
So making an executive decision that Katsuki knew he’d regret later, he made his rounds by the local pet store before he came back from patrol.