#ejioru kirishima

[littlebowdagger]

imagine being a stoner and living next to him…pt.ii

cw: drugs (weed), flirty! kiri, pet names (sweetheart, pretty), protective! kiri, less headcanon-y more one shot-y, kissies <3

mdni. all characters are aged up!

kirishima

⌫ moving into a vip apartment area is one of kirishima’s proudest accomplishments.

⌫ you heard the rumor that a pro hero was moving nearby. of course, you didn’t know who it was. and this was all considered gossip, so you decided to leave it alone.

⌫ you and your bestie who lived below you were out by the pool side sharing a blunt back and forth. just talking about life, theories, the latest gossip; and that’s when the topic of the new pro hero moving in.

⌫ “who do you think it is?” you’d ask as you tapped the blunt against the ashtray and passed it on. bsf/n would raise an eyebrow at you, taking it from you hesitantly.

⌫ “girl, he moved in next door to you like a week ago. where have you been?” she blew out smoke and handed the blunt back to you just when you both heard a door slam from your level. “oh shit, speaking of the devil.”

⌫ kirishima saw the both of you and waved. he cupped his mouth and screamed, “hey! mind if i join you two?”

⌫ bsf/n waved him over and within a minute he was standing over you both, cringing. he hadn’t even noticed the blunt between your fingers, but he definitely smelt it. he peered down at you both, shaking his head.

⌫ “i don’t think pot is legal here, sweetheart.” he pointed down at your hand. you chuckled and sheepishly offered it to him, but he dismissed your offer with the wave of his hand.

⌫ he thought you were the most adorable when you gazed up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, all glossy and red and blinking innocently. “you aren’t gonna arrest us, are you?”

⌫ “oh i could sweetheart, i absolutely have that power. but i think i’m gonna let you and your friend go. just. this. time.” even though his voice is stern and sharp his smirk is all playful teasing. he sits down next to you, sticking his feet in the water.

⌫ “oh shit, bitch i gotta go. it’s- you know who.” bsf/n ends up hopping out of the pool and running to a car that pulls up and leaving you with the red head.

⌫ “i’m guessing you guys are close?” kirishima asks. you snort.

⌫ “close? that’s been my sister since- like- ever.” you relight the blunt, and kirishima smirks.

⌫ “mm. i see. both got into *that* together im assuming as well?” the question took you a few minutes to realize he was gesturing to the smoke flowing from your mouth into perfect circles.

⌫ you smirked at him. “so many questions, eh? maybe kiss me and find out.” he chuckled at your flirty wink. to your surprise, kirishima curled his finger in a “come here” motion at you. “oh?”

⌫ “you said i gotta kiss you to find out. i’ll even tell you somethin’ about me, yeah?” his pretty boy grin is what gets you. he’s hot, and his voice is perfectly mixed with man and the nice frat boy from college. you swam in between his legs, hands on his thighs, pretty red eyes praising his existence.

⌫ alright. basically y’all kissed and you told him most of your childhood and he told you about high school and his hot best friend bakugou.

⌫ time skip to tomorrow morning.

⌫ kirishima wakes up early to jog. he absolutely hates it every single morning but he is a pro hero and not only will a morning jog keep him in shape but it will also keep him motivated. in his eyes- if he can get through a morning jog then he can get through whatever bullshit is thrown at him today.

⌫ he doesn’t even smell anything when he walks outside. he does see you walk out of your house kind of in slow motion. he recognizes that pretty stoned face of yours. after all; it took every bone in his body not to take you right there in the pool last night.

⌫ “hey pretty.” “huh- oh shit- fuck- damn. hey kiri.”

⌫ “how- y/n. are you…?” his voice trails off and you’re nervous now. you’re even more nervous when he eyes your keys gripped in your hand. he laughs but it’s that “oh hell no” laugh. “you aren’t thinking about driving like this were you?”

⌫ “like what? oh, no. i’m completely sober. i’m fine. pinkie swear.”

⌫ you almost had him convinced but then you stumbled and had to stand against the wall for a second.

⌫ he immediately ran to your aid and couldn’t help but to laugh at your goofy looking smile.

⌫ “i tell you what, if you go back in your apartment, eat something and drink water, i’ll give you another kiss when i get back. deal?”

⌫ it’s humorous how quickly you perked up and nodded, fumbling with your keys to get back into your kitchen as soon as possible.

⌫ “why can’t i just come with you?”

⌫ “because i’m not trying to carry you while i run. although i should make you run. as punishment.”

⌫ bottom line, kirishima doesn’t care that you smoke. he’s worried that you’ll (a) get arrested or (b) do something stupid while stoned and hurt yourself. that’s why he’s limit you to only the apartments and pool, and even then he’s checking on you.

⌫ he’s just in love and needs to ask you out already 😒.

[syvretr0]

do i no longer keeping up with/am that into bnha because it’s lost the same flavor it had before? absolutely. do i believe kiribakukami is a beautiful ship that needs to be cherished and loved by everyone who comes across it? absolutely. we exist.

[syvretr0]

*Kaminari, Bakugo, and Kirishima at the mall*

Bakugo and Kirishima: *grabbing a soda*

Bakugo: Babe, you want one?

Kaminari: Nah

Kirishima: You sure?

Kaminari: Yeah I’m sure

*Not even a minute later*

Kaminari: Can I have a sip?

Bakugo and Kirishima:

[littlebowdagger]

driver’s license

18+ (all characters are 18+)

cw. praise, overstimulation, pet names (princess, precious), car sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering.

drabble featuring horny kirishima <3

“come on, princess. i know you got one more in there. just need you to relax for me. can you do that, precious?”

you were sitting in his car, on his lap, one leg behind his head and the other one sitting on the dashboard. thank god you chose to wear a skirt today, this position was awkward enough. kiri was not letting you up anytime soon.

your legs shook so hard it hurt. and while your cunt kept clenching tightly around his three fingers, you honestly felt nothing but pressure from his sweet abuse. with that you put your head on his cool window, groaning, “e-ejioru! i can’t, please!”

kiri was getting quite frustrated that you think he couldn’t make you cum again. he pulled out three sticky fingers to grab your chin with to make you look at him. “pretty girl. i know you can cum again. if you just let me touch you. do you need my tongue? is that it?”

he didn’t give you time to respond because he was already moving his seat back and down. you knew the drill; and you weren’t about to argue with him. moving into the passenger seat so kirishima could get himself into the back and allow you room to sit in the drivers seat and spread. because his car was one of those fancy black and red ones, it surprisingly gave him lots of room to kneel in front you.

his eyes met yours as he caressed your thigh. “god, such a pretty little princess. trying to keep this away from me.” his tongue flattened licked straight through your sore folds. you ran a hand in his red hair when he sweetly kissed your clit. his lips wrapped around the little button and he sucked. oh, and he sucked hard.

it was enough shock to make you lunge forward, slipping out the sexiest moan this man has ever drawn from you. liking what he heard, he continued.

“oh princess, this is gonna fucking hurt.” he said as he focused his mouth on your clit and let his fingers tease your hole.

[littlebowdagger]

MDNI; 18+

characters are aged up :)

-.Ejioru Kirishima hates his name.

even though it is his legal name, ejioru kirishima hates hearing it come out of your mouth.

you can visually see him tense up and his lips pursed while his large fingers curl into a fist. it isn’t unusual for pet names to be thrown around between you two- and his little “pet names only” rule is the reason why.

even when you’re fuming at him. you can walk into your shared home, slam the door as hard as you need, aggressively pitch your keys and purse onto the island in your kitchen. but you may not call him ejioru kirishima. oh, especially not by his last name. YOUR last name.

red riot would be so quick to get off the couch to stomp over to you. he’d grab you by the chin to pull you extra close so you can hear him.

“excuse me?” he said. it wasn’t a question but you didn’t back down.

“you fucking heard me, ejioru kirishima.” you put an emphasis on the “ma” in his last name. your fire gave him a boner. it didn’t even matter why you were upset at him now.

“oh ho. pretty girl is feelin brave today, yeah?” his grip tightens. “i’ll show you fucking brave since you wanna be a brat. what i even do, huh?”

needless to say, he let you tell him everything he did wrong while he ate you out on the marble kitchen counter. then he stuffed your mouth full of his fat cock. good stuff.