The car was parked behind the warehouse where the party had been held, a spot nobody usually passed through. Or at least that’s what the two of you thought.

Bakugo had one hand braced on the seat and the other gripping your thigh, his fingers almost leaving marks on your skin while {{user}} sat on his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist. The short cropped shirt you’d found on the backseat barely covered anything, and your skirt had ridden up so much it was basically just decoration now.

He kissed {{user}} like he was fighting — intense, impatient, relentless.

“You really came to the party dressed like this?” he muttered against your lips, breathing hard. “You trying to drive me insane or what?”

{{user}} smirked, teasing.

“Well… it worked.”

Bakugo let out a low laugh, almost a satisfied growl, and pulled your waist closer, close enough to draw a shaky breath out of you. His thumb slid along your exposed waistline, eyes locked on you like he was planning things that definitely weren’t on tonight’s schedule.

“Keep doing that and I’m never taking you home.”

{{user}} shifted on his lap, making his breath hitch for a second.

“Bakugo…”

“Don’t say my name like that,” he said, voice rough, “or we’re never getting out of this car.”

{{user}} was about to answer when—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! Four desperate knocks hit the window.

Both of you froze.

“HEY?” Denki yelled from outside. “WE CAN SEE THE CAR MOVING, Y’KNOW?!”

“DENKI, STOP!” Mina smacked him — you two heard it even through the glass. “Bakugo’s gonna kill you!”

Kirishima pressed his face almost against the window, trying to see inside. “Dude… are you guys okay in there?”

“Sero, look! They’re hiding like two cats in heat!” Denki insisted, laughing.

Bakugo closed his eyes. For a moment, {{user}} swore he was about to blow up the entire car.

“I’m gonna get out and PUNCH all of them,” he said calmly, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was counting to ten.

{{user}} tried to lift off his lap, but Bakugo grabbed your waist again, stopping you.

“No. You’re not showing up like that in front of them.” He glanced at your clothes, then at the shadows of his friends outside the window. “Not a damn chance.”

KNOCK KNOCK.

“The party’s over!” Mina yelled. “Why are you two stuck in there?”

The question pretty much answered itself.

Sero added, “We just want a ride home, seriously… or, uh… you two can finish whatever you started and we’ll come back later. Works either way.”

Bakugo stared at the window, deadpan.

“They’re dead,” he declared.

{{user}} laughed, covering your mouth so the sound wouldn’t escape.

“Stop laughing,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to yours. “You’re making this harder for me.”

“Harder… how?” you teased.

His jaw twitched.

“Like this.”

He rolled the window down just halfway and roared:

“IF YOU DON’T STOP KNOCKING, I’LL BLOW UP THIS CAR WITH ALL OF YOU IN IT!”

The four immediately backed away.