Kiribaku Oneshots

Concept 24 - Spite

Shameless spite. Don't read too much into it.
CW: topBaku, bottomKiri, sexy activities in the back of a car so semi-exhibitionism/public sex, degradation, a bit messy, sorry guys the homophobic parents are back, let's say they're about to be in their third year (both 18 years old)

Kirishima's parents had decided that he spends too much time with his friends. One by one, each of his best friends have been banned from coming to his house for multiple reasons. Ashido hasn't been over since middle school for supposedly being "the bad influence that got him to dye his hair," Kaminari for being "an obnoxious idiot," Jiro for being a "sketchy goth girl," and Sero for "looking like a stoner." The only one who hasn't been banned yet is Bakugou, despite all the times he's had to summon all of his willpower to not yell at his boyfriend's parents. Somehow, they've never been caught, and he'd never been kicked out. Though, that's never stopped Bakugou from testing the limits of their secrecy around his parents. Secret little touches, unseen kisses, unheard intimacy. All that was seen was their son and his best friend, a "well mannered, intelligent, famous" young man, and Bakugou used this perception to every advantage he could pry from the very floorboards of the house. This advantage came in handy when the summer after their second year came. Kirishima's parents decided that he should be spending less time with his friends, in some half baked attempt to keep him from "growing more rebellious." His days were spent training, if he wasn't at his internship or earning his allowance, but every now and then, he was allowed to see Bakugou, and they'd spend all the time they could together, which wasn't a lot. This didn't make either of them happy, and over the summer, Bakugou planned and planned how to spite his boyfriend's parents.

The opportunity presented itself one day, a few weeks after Kirishima had gotten his license, and picked his boyfriend up for their hiking date. He climbed into the passenger seat, rolling his eyes with a smile as Kirishima held the door open for him.
"This a new car?" he asks as they pull out of the driveway.
"Nah, my dad just doesn't let us use it that much since he hates paying for gas. Plus he doesn't want the car to get dirty since he spent so much money on it," Kirishima explains. "I finally convinced him to let me use it by promising to bring it back clean and paying for gas myself." Bakugou grimaces.
"Ugh. I keep forgetting your old man is a fuckin cheapskate."
"Yeah, it's not great, but I brought plenty of money for gas and cleaning supplies, so I think we'll be ok!" Bakugou thinks for a moment before he gets an idea. He gingerly places his hand on the redhead's thigh and squeezes.
"Good to know.~" Kirishima flinches, a blush blooming on his cheeks.
"What are you up to?" he asks, sensing mischief in the blonde's voice.
"Nothing, unless you're up for it.~"

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When Bakugou had packed his bag for their excursion that day, he didn't think he'd need the lube and wet wipes he had slipped in on a whim, but the parking spot they found near the hiking trail they usually frequent was perfect; secluded and hidden by trees. Not that anyone could see through the fogged up glass, but if anyone had happened to pass by, they could tell by the shaking of the car in its place, and by muffled cries of pleasure from inside that its occupants were busy. The front seats had been pulled as close to the dashboard as they could to make room for the two of them in the back seat. Cool, black leather felt soothing on sweat slicked skin when clothes were shed, tossed into their seats and abandoned on the pristine floor. Kirishima's large frame took up half the seat where he was laying on his back, his head and shoulders perched on the left door with his boyfriend's shirt behind his head. Bakugou half knelt between his awkwardly splayed legs, his left knee perched on the seat while his right foot was braced against the too clean floor, pulled to the redhead's chest by powerful arms as his hips canted in a punishing pace. He had used way too much lube on purpose, satisfied with the wet squelch and slap of their hips each time he slid home. Excess would drip out in tiny puddles underneath them, undoubtedly followed by dribbles of precum and rivers of sweat. Even with the air conditioner, they were sweating, the smell of nitroglycerin, raw musk, and sex heavy in the closed climate.