bowser bakugou x reader x wet bowser

chapter 10 *ೃ༄

A/N: this is the outfit (y/n) wore to the party(^.^)

(y/n) looked in the mirror as she finished applying her (f/c) lipstick. bowser bakugou was on his way and the pair of them were going to drive to wet bowser's house together.

as if on cue, she heard a knock at her door. once bowser bakugou had heard her say it was okay to enter, he opened the door and (y/n) noticed he was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. he looked her up and down, smirking.

"wow," he leaned against the door frame, whistling lowly, "you look hot."

(y/n) was taken aback by this statement. she was used to bowser bakugou being nothing more than a flustered mess whenever she asked him if she looked okay, and now here he was complimenting her out of the blue and eyeing her up and down with this new air of confidence about him.

"i- um... thank you..." she said, speechless.

"you ready to go?" he asked.

"yeah, i think so," (y/n) replied, smoothing her skirt down as she walked towards her bedroom door.

normally bowser bakugou would hold the door open for her, but this time he didn't even wait for her before he had already left the room. what's up with him today? she thought, sighing, he's been like this ever since last night.

(y/n) followed bowser bakugou down the stairs and out of the house. they got into (y/n)'s pink lamborghini and began driving to wet bowser's house. she had agreed to be the designated driver, since the two of them didn't feel like walking home in the cold once the party was over.

she didn't know where he lived exactly, but she knew he lived in the same neighbourhood as her. (y/n) figured if she drove around in a loop she would find it eventually, the loud music or collection of parked cars outside would give it away.

(y/n) noticed the awkward silence, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.

"so..." she started, "did you end up going back for your car?"

"nah," bowser bakugou replied casually, resting his elbow on the car door, "it's a pile of shit anyways, so it's not like anyone's gonna try and steal it."

(y/n) was taken aback once again hearing him talk that way about his car. the car he had spent two years working on and improving, the car he spent the only money his dad left for him on.

"bowkugou..." (y/n) paused, "what's this about? you've been acting weird."

bowser bakugou cackled, throwing his head back, "what's wrong, sweetcheeks? you don't like this new side to me?"

"well, i..."

bowser bakugou's smirk dropped, shit! after everything that happened yesterday she's still not into me! what more do i have to do? he thought, clenching his fists.

"i... oh, i think we're here," (y/n) said, changing the subject.

"this is where that asshole lives?!" bowser bakugou sneered.

it wasn't as if wet bowser was anywhere near as rich as (y/n), but his family were clearly wealthy. it wasn't really a surprise considering wet bowser drove a porsche, however it still angered bowser bakugou.

(y/n) parked the car on the side of the road, since wet bowser's driveway was already packed with numerous other cars. the two then got out, and began walking towards the front door.

the sound of music gradually got louder, and they could feel the bass thumping with every beat. (y/n) knocked loudly on the door, hoping someone would hear over the music.