bowser bakugou x reader x wet bowser

chapter 9 *ೃ༄

(y/n) and bowser bakugou drove through the dimly lit streets of musutafu. bowser bakugou had spent all of the previous night researching the area surrounding hatsumeri street. him and his minions had created a map on the whiteboard in his workshop, and he was pretty confident about the shortcuts he could take to outsmart wet bowser.

(y/n) tailed behind him in her pink lamborghini. i just hope he knows what he's doing, she thought to herself, i know it'll really get to him if he loses against wet bowser. i just don't want to see them fight again, who knows what'll happen.

she gripped the steering wheel tighter, nowadays there'll be no heroes to come and stop them...

(y/n) noticed bowser bakugou pulling over at the side of the road, and she could see wet bowser and another mysterious figure being illuminated by bowser bakugou's headlights. she parked her lamborghini behind his ford fiesta, before getting out and walking over to the others. she hugged herself and rubbed her own arms as she tried to warm up from the cold.

"look who decided to show up," wet bowser smirked, "thought you would pussy out."

"oh hush," (y/n) spoke before bowser bakugou could, "he's the one who challenged you, remember?"

(y/n) felt as if someone was staring at her. she looked over to the person standing beside wet bowser. he was wearing a purple zip up hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, a white crew neck underneath, and white gloves. he stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape.

"who the hell is this?" bowser bakugou sneered, i don't like the way he's looking at (y/n).

"this is waluigi," wet bowser said, nudging him when he said nothing.

"u-uh, i... your dress!" waluigi spluttered, spit flying out as a blush rose to his cheeks.

"...pardon?"

".....i-i like your dress!"

"oh?" she looked down at the short pink sundress she had on. truthfully, she had just forgotten to change from earlier today, having been so worried about bowser bakugou, "well, thank you."

"this bumbling idiot is supposed to be acting as our referee," wet bowser began, "but i think he's a little too distracted by your kitty cat over there."

"are... are you cold?" waluigi asked, his eyes on her body the entire time, "here, take this!"

he couldn't take his eyes off her rock hard nipples that were peeking through the thin material of her dress. he felt himself start to drool as his cock twitched in his pants.

(y/n) felt herself cringe as she watched him hurriedly take off his hoodie, "uh, i'm actually okay, thank you."

waluigi blushed, "oh! uh... alright..."

"this is fucking painful," wet bowser grimaced.

"well, at least that's one thing we can agree on," bowser bakugou nodded.

"oi, waluigi! we're starting now."

***

bowser bakugou and wet bowser had their respective cars ready at the makeshift starting line. waluigi stood between the two cars, a flag in his hand.

with the way the streets were laid out, the aim of the race was to finish at the same starting line by going round in a loop.

(y/n) stood on the sidelines, playing with her fingers anxiously. aside from the fact bowser bakugou's pride would be wounded if he lost to wet bowser, (y/n) also knew how wet bowser liked to play dirty. she was worried bowser bakugou would end up with his car damaged or that he would be hurt.