bnha scenarios

kaminari denki | 🍋

prompt: angry y/n + angry denki + ferrari = u getting railed in a car lmao
category: we get it, ur whore-knee
character: number 1 simp
word count: 2554
song: ohmami by chase atlantic

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DENKI'S JAW WAS CLENCHED, clearly angry at you. You had avoided his sight completely, merely looking out the window. After he had gotten you mad, you had intentionally pulled the silent treatment on him. He, who practically basked your attention, didn't exactly enjoy when you refused to talk to or listen to him entirely.

However, his last straw was when you had proceeded to walk past him while wearing something fairly tight-fitting that ended on your thighs. The black dress hugged your figure perfectly, his hand wrapped around your thigh as if demonstrating how revealing the outfit was. It was only to go to a party and he had let you go at first but found you half an hour later to pick you up.

His teeth were grit too and he hadn't spared one glance at you. His eyes were hard, staring directly on the road the entire time. Heat pooled in between your legs as he squeezed your thigh lightly before coming to a rolling stop. "Are you going to quit acting like a bitch or what?" Despite his caring nature, he didn't really hold back verbally when he was mad.

Luckily, neither did you.

"Someone's gotta be your side bitch if you're gonna push up on other ladies like that," Your brow was cocked in a judging manner. He tilted his head at you, staring at you menacingly before the light turned green again. The Ferrari hummed as it went down the road, OHMAMI looping in the background.

Denki ran his tongue over his lips, sparing you another glance before deciding something. You couldn't tell exactly what was going on in his mind, but it didn't help that it made you hornier. You weren't going to lie, Kaminari looked incredibly fine at the moment. Rings adorned his fingers, only accentuating his veins.

On top of that, his black button-up had a few top buttons undone. It was only half-tucked into his gray pants, showing that he was clearly in a rush to pick you up. He noticed your stare and chuckled lowly. "You're gonna look at me like that and you still think it's cute to play with me, baby?" 

His hand found your jaw, clenching it firmly before turning your face towards his. You didn't even notice that the car had slowly pulled over, coming to a stop on the side of the road. Other cars passed it occasionally, but there were only a few. "You're the one squeezing my thigh and still treating me like a side chick," You muttered bitterly.

His eyes hardened at that and he swiftly unclicked his seatbelt, reaching over you to do the same. "Backseat, now." You couldn't believe how fast you moved, heat filling your cheeks at the realization as you closed the door behind you and opened the one in the back instead. Am I that desperate to get railed? 

Whatever concerns you had over your self-image dissipated at the sight of him playing with his rings in the backseat. Never mind, he's too fine for me NOT to be horny. You swallowed whatever pride you had left, sliding into the seat beside him. You didn't get to settle for a second as he brought out something from his pocket, reaching over to clasp it around your neck.

You were about to ask what it was, but he gripped the front of it and tugged you forward, his lips barely brushing yours. "That woman was brushing up against me; you think you're a side chick, but fail to realize that I gave you this collar. I don't think someone just gives random side bitches all the riches in the world, right?"

He was mocking you in your choice of words, but it didn't help that you had a bit of a humiliation kink in the first place. He wasn't lying either; if you wanted something, Kaminari would get it for you in a heartbeat. It wasn't common for you to not get something you wanted. You bit your bottom lip, unsure how to respond.