bowser bakugou x reader x wet bowser

chapter 11 *ೃ༄

(y/n) and wet bowser talked as the night continued, and she learned a lot about him that she was previously unaware of. his parents were away on a business trip and had been for the past eight months, so he had the house to himself. they were also the ones who bought him his green porsche for his 18th birthday, although that didn't come as much of a surprise.

"i'm sorry," she said, putting her hand on his leg sympathetically, "i can't imagine what it must be like not having your parents around, especially for that long."

"nah, it's chill," he replied coolly, "thanks though."

the two of them locked eyes, and time seemed to slow down. in this moment, (y/n) was focused on nothing but wet bowser. her eyes flickered down towards his lips, before quirkily returning to meet his eyes again.

(y/n) was suddenly caught off guard as the current song ended and the next one played. she instantly recognised it, thriller by michael jackson. she looked around the room for bowser bakugou, however he was nowhere to be seen.

"what's up?" wet bowser questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"me and bow-" (y/n) cut herself off, "oh nothing, i just love this song is all!"

"oh yeah?" he replied, mouth curling into his signature smirk.

(y/n) wasn't sure if it was the buzz from the alcohol, or the fact that in this moment wet bowser weirdly reminded her of bowser bakugou, but she got to her feet and grabbed his hands.

"what's this?"

"wet bowser, dance with me!" she smiled, pulling him up from the couch.

the two of them made their way across the room to an empty spot on the makeshift dance floor, and (y/n) didn't hesitate to start dancing. she swayed her hips, her hands in the air.

as soon as the chorus came on, she began doing the choreography from the original music video. she giggled as she noticed wet bowser expression, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

"come on wet bowser, don't just stand there!" she beamed.

"eh, fuck it," he shrugged, putting his pride aside as he began dancing with her. his moved weren't nearly as polished as (y/n)'s, but she didn't seem to notice.

across the room, bowser bakugou was currently talking to some girl called peachette. truthfully, he could only stand to be around her due to the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. he clicked his tongue as she clung to his arm, batting her eyelashes at him and resting her head on his shoulder.

"bowser bakugou, your arms are so muscular!" she giggled, her voice unnaturally high, "you're so big compared to me, i'm just so tiny!"

he sighed, eyes looking around the room. he recognised the song that had come on, and he was secretly hoping that (y/n) would come and find him and ask him to dance. his heart dropped when he saw that (y/n) was already dancing, but she wasn't dancing alone. beside her was wet bowser, and the two of them were doing the choreography to thriller.

he gritted his teeth in anger, huffing before he turned back to peachette and continued talking to her like nothing had happened. i wish (y/n) would cling to me like this, he thought sadly, she's really not like the other girls...

soon the song came to an end, and (y/n) took wet bowser by the hand as she made her way back to the couch. she plopped down, panting slightly as she opened another beer.

"i'm beat!" she said in between breaths, before scooting over to wet bowser, "so, what do you wanna do now?"

truthfully, (y/n) was still a little giddy from the close proximity and flirty touches the two had been sharing throughout the night, and while it was probably just the alcohol affecting her, she wanted to see if things would go any further.