Make Me - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

"What did you say?"

Bakugou's voice is threateningly low, it's starting to seem like they might fight. And by the looks of it, Shinso won't be winning.

"I said that maybe you're so fucking obsessed with y/n, and that's why you're here. Maybe that's why you asked me to stop seeing her, or maybe you're just an idiot."

You decide to step in, you don't want to see either of them angry.

"Hey, Shinso you're better than that. We don't need to insult each other."

He looks at you dumbfounded.

"You're actually taking his side?"

He gestures towards a smug-looking Bakugou.

"No that's not it, I'm-"

"Of course, she is, no matter who you are she will always come back to me. "

You look at Bakugou as his arm slithers around your waist. What the fuck was he doing? Shinso glares at you, more at the hand resting there possessively. If looks could kill you would be six feet under right now. Bakugou continues:

"You wanna know why she was late?"

No, he wouldn't.

"Bakugou, don't."

He ignores your pleading to stop and you feel your face redden. You're ashamed.

"She was screaming my name, she came all over me. She only came to you for sloppy seconds."