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Eight: VIP, Drinks On Me.

Your POV

After everything that happened last night, me and Bakugou just lounged around the house for most of the day, getting his strength back after that rough blow to the side. The bruise is already looking a lot better than before and he's definitely not in as much pain as he once was. "I think we need to get out of this stuffy apartment." He groans, his head turning to look up at me from my lap. "I'm so glad you said something, I've been dying to get out." I laugh, ruffling his hair before he jolts up off of me and sits up right on the couch.

Before I get up, my phone starts buzzing from the arm of the couch, I quickly look over and grab it. Caller ID it's Makayla. "Hey sexy what are you doing?" She yells excitedly through the phone and soon as I pick up. "Absolutely nothing, you got anything in mind?" I can hear her boyfriend Izuku telling her something in the background before she speaks up again. "You should totally come with me and Deku to the club!" I raise a brow and look over at Bakugou as he makes the same face to me. "Sounds like fun, we'll meet you there!" "We? Who is we?" Her tone changes over the phone as I nervously laugh. "We as in me and Katsuki of course." And with that she groans, agreeing to meet up reluctantly after I mentioned him to her before hanging up.

It's not that Makayla doesn't like him necessarily, she just doesn't like me around 'aggressive' men, Bakugou being one of those aggressive men she has been trying to steer me from for years.

As soon as we get up off the couch Bakugou snakily wraps an arm around my waist, his lips already on my neck. "I don't think we should waste water showering separately." He whispers lowly, his lips ghosting over my ear as goosebumps make their way down my arms. I smirk, pushing off of him before walking on down the hallway towards our room. "No actually I think it'll be okay" I say with a playful smile as I hear him groan from the living room, heavy footsteps coming down the hallway and into the room as I search for an outfit in the closet.

"But-" "Katsu, we can't waste time and miss out on going to the club." I smile, quickly pecking him on the cheek. Standing on my tip toes of course, I walk past him and straight to the bathroom. Of course I wanted to shower with my boyfriend who was practically sculpted by the gods themselves, but giving into him that easily just isn't fun.

What was he trying to say to me last night? It definitely didn't sound like a thank you, that's for sure. I quickly clear my thoughts as I step out of the shower I hear the other bathrooms shower shut off too, meaning he probably had his little hissy fit and showered in the other bathroom. I smirk to myself, drying off and slipping the dress I picked out of the closet on. It's a silky light pink spaghetti strapped dress that hugs all of the right places, a slit on the side of the dress that has diamond tassels hanging down. It was something that Shoto had bought last year for my birthday, but it still fit perfectly.

Walking out of the bathroom my eyes meet Bakugou, black pants paired with a black button up tucked in, the sleeves rolled up with a couple buttons left undone for a shiny gold necklace and just the right amount of chest hair to peek through the black material. His eyes met mine as an eyebrow raises, a smirk plastered all over his face. "Damn mam- baby." He whistles, motioning for me to twirl for him. I smile and sigh, twirling for him before holding out a diamond, fake of course, choker. "Could you hook this for me?" I ask as he's quick to grab it and get behind me, a little too close.

His rough fingers graze against the back of my neck as he pushes my hair to one side of my shoulder, bringing the necklace up over my head before pulling it against my neck for him to clasp it together. It takes him a bit but he hooks it, his hands running down my waist and to my ass, gripping a bit before his lips plant little kisses down my shoulder. "Are you sure you wanna go to the club?" His deep voice coos, pulling me back onto him.