Kids In Love | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader/OC

six- Katsuki

My heart stops. An anger unlike one I've ever known floods my body. Hanta has his arm around her as they sit practically on top of each other. From where I am standing it looks like they're kissing. I have no right to be this angry. No right to be this ticked off. But I am.

"Can you two not fucking suck face in the living room?" I yell at Hanta and her. Her head whips around, cheeks flushed and a scowl on her face. Even now I think she's beautiful.

It really pisses me off.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Hanta shouts. I slam the fridge door shut and go back into the living room with a bottle of water in my hand. It feels so cold against my palms. They haven't moved away from each other at all but now they both watch me like I'm a ticking time bomb. I flick them off and stomp back up the stairs.

I told Ochako that I was going down to get dinner ready to get away from her but now I don't have the stomach to do anything. I shoulder open my bedroom door and Ochako smiles up at me from the edge of my bed.

After everyone left, she wiggled her way into my space under the guise of talking things out. She tried begging, crying, yelling, throwing things. Eventually she tired herself out and just sat on my bed not speaking to me but also not leaving. She is exhausting and right now I want nothing more than to bury myself in her.

An escape. A way to push these thoughts of some girl I barely know out of my mind. Why am I so jealous. Why do I wish it was me on that stupid couch so bad. Fuck! Hanta was the one who basically told me to go for it and now he's down there with her.

I push Ochako down on the bed, crashing out lips together. I just need a distraction. I need to get her out of my mind. Ochako moans under me and I push back the thoughts of how she might sound from under me instead.

Every part of my body screams to stop this. That I'm making a huge mistake, but I honestly don't fucking care right now. I made my choice and now I have to live with it. I have to live with the fact that I'm crushing on a girl I can't have. I can't drag her into this life just because I like her. Maybe Kirishima is right. Maybe I should just suck it up and date Ochako again. She would get it. Another hero would get it.

I slide my hands under her shirt groping and feeling the body I've come to memorize. This is my escape. She gets the money and whatever she sets her pretty little eyes on, and I get to use her as I please. That's always been our arrangement until she started talking about marriage and kids.

I sink my teeth into her neck, and she gasps. I know I'm being rough. Maybe too rough. She wedges her hands between us and pushes me away. I sit back on my knees and wipe the spit off my lips with the back of my hand. Her eyes and dancing across my face wildly. And then she smiles. It's cold, calculated, and fucking cruel.

"Oh baby, she didn't choose you, did she?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Ochako sits up on her elbows and smile at me, "You know the rules. I know what you want, and you know what I want."

"I don't want to get married."

"We don't have too yet. We can wait decades if that makes you feel better. I just want you to say the word. Choose me, Katsuki. Show that slut you don't need her."

I know the smile on my face is cold, "the only slut around here is you, Cheeks."

Ochako giggles and wait patiently for my answer, "Fine. I'll give you whatever you want."

She smiles and licks her lips. And then I let myself drown in her.

By time we leave my room it's dark outside. The sun has long since set and my stomach won't stop growling. Turns out fucking for a few hours really works up an appetite. Everyone is in the living room now. Denki and Jirou are wrapped up in each other and Hanta is leaned back on the other end of the sofa. Mina and Ito are curled up together on the armchair, Ejirou is sitting on the floor in front of them. She looks up at me, her eyes are red and puffy. A wave of nausea washes over me. The fuck did I just do? Ochako wraps herself around my arm and pulls me to the kitchen with a giggle that's far too high-pitched.