kuni ֪֪֪ ֹ݁♡⑅

I’m sorry again, for the tone in my last note. I’m not used to this. I haven’t been okay ever since you left started giving me the cold shoulder. I miss you so much. I miss your voice. I love you.

It went unopened. Tossed into the trash before you could even read the contents. You must’ve wanted him to be more direct. Ahh, his needy girl.

So there he was, knees sinking into your mattress as you sleep like the world is safe and so were you. It barely took him a few minutes to enter your apartment, someone else could take advantage of that, you know? You’re so fucking dumb—it’s okay though, because your Tomura is always there to take care of you.

That’s right. Your Tomura, slipping your shorts and panty off, hovering over your sleeping form with his pants taut at the crotch, rubbing your clit with a course thumb.

It’s not the first time he’s seen you in the flesh, but he’s never seeing you this close, your pretty features illuminated by the moonlight peering through your window—soft, petal lips slightly parted with those adorable gasps spilling through. He’s so lucky to have a beautiful girlfriend like you—as if he’d let go. The gods would have to pry his fingers off of your body to part the two of you. He’d take you right then and there, he’d let you know you belong to him and something as fickle as a lover’s quarrel would not soil the love you share.

You said you wanted to give him loads of kisses when you get to meet him, right? So he licks his lips and paste them along your jaw, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair and feeling his boner hardening at the whiff. His finger slowly dips into your core, thumb still teasing your now-hardened clit.

His free hand comes to pull your top, and he can’t help but sucks in a sharp inhale when your tits lay so prettily in front of his eyes—his mouth watering, craving to roll your nipples with his itching tongue. Gingerly, he lets his four fingers grope your breast, your flesh spilling between his digits. His head lowers to taste your nub, his tongue savouring the sweet layer of sweat coating your soft flesh. You moan as your hips buckle, grinding against his hard on when his fingers curl at your special spot.

Fuck, fuck, fuckk—you’re driving him crazy even in your sleep.

Your moans grow louder, needier, more desperate when he continues to rub your g-spot, your walls tightening around his digits as if your body was refusing to let him go. He swears he could come with just listening to you and groaning with your sweet nipple in his hot mouth.

You’re close, he can feel it. You’re gonna cum from his fingers, in your sleep. Fucking hell.

You shriek when you come, your senses finally returning to yourself. “W-Who are you?!” seriously? You’re asking a question like this with his fingers glistening with your juices and your tits in his face? Obviously, he’s none other than

“Your Tomura.”

Your face falls when you hear his name, “T-Tomura?” You look like you’ve seen a ghost, tears welling up in your eyes. “Y-You’re Tomura?! Why are you doing this? S-Stop!” You’re already begging, barely registering the sight and the feeling you woke up to.

“Shhh. Calm down, baby. It’s okay, you miss me?” his lips curl into a grin, cheeks feverishly burning. You’re finally looking at him. You finally see him. He’s here, in front of you—your Tomura, your boyfriend, your love.

“No—stop! Get away from me, I’ll hate you if you don’t!” you try to push him off of you, limbs desperate to free yourself but your thrashing came into piffling futility when he pins your wrists against the mattress, your face twisting when he neared you. You could feel his hot, stuffy breath against your neck, your skin scrawling with goosebumps when his cracked lips graze your flesh.

“I lied about my quirk, Y/N. I can turn you into dust with the touch of my 5 fingers. It’s up to you to believe me or not, but I wouldn’t want to move much if I were you,” you stiffen upon his words, tears rolling down your cheeks as you huffed for air—panic rising in your chest like a rousing volcano.

“Let me go, please. I’m begging you. Don’t kill me,” your voice cracks in trepidation, airy like your words were tripping off your mouth.

“No, no. I won’t kill you,” your eyes train at his movements as he freed a hand to tug his sweats down, your chest pumping with dread, your head shaking ‘no’ when your sight flick to his bloodshot eyes. You felt like you were begging a demon for mercy. This is no Tomura. This is a monster.

Your thighs slam shut, but the pads of his four fingers trace the side of your leg, reminding you of what he was capable of. So you let him push you open, still begging him through your tear-filled eyes.

“I love you, Y/N. Even if you fucking hate me, I’ll never let you go,” you could feel his meaty cock kissing your pussy lips, his slippery tip spreading them apart, rubbing against your clit.

“W-Wait! Tomura!” you tried again, but you were too late. The air in your chest rose only to be stuck in your throat when he slams himself in until he reaches his hilt. Your walls spasm around his size, a sob ripped through your throat at the burn.

“Fuck—I’m inside Y/N’s tight little pussy. Ahh—I can just cum like this, you know?” he’s completely ignoring you, forehead pressing against yours as he peers down to look at the way he disappears between your thighs; basking in the bliss of entering the very pussy he’s been dreaming of for the past year. “Your insides are so warm, it feels good,” he whines as he presses against your tummy, your muscle shift and you swear you can feel this shaft pressing taut against your walls.

“Tomura, i-it too big!” you try to lift yourself away, only to let out another lewd moan as his cockhead rubs against your sensitive g-spot when his hips roll.

“You’re so soft. So warm. So fucking perfect,” you could tell your words are not even registering in his mind as he continues to groan about how much he needed you, calloused fingers sinking into your hips as he began thrusting—sloppily pulling out then stretching your throbbing walls over and over again, teasing the deep special spot you didn’t even realise you had.

You don’t even realise you’re starting to get needier, your hands gripping onto his shirt and you’re panting like a dog in heat. The room turns stuffy quick and you somehow find his lips moulding into yours—the way he kisses as sloppy as the way he fucks, but it only draws you in more; until you’re chasing his cracked lips and sucking until he groans.

“Mmm—fuck,” you swear when your mouths part, a string of saliva connecting your swollen, plump lips to his now-glistening ones. God, do you look beautiful like that. Eyes hazy from the drunken kiss, your voice calling his name with the airy moan of a tone—Tomura, Tomura…

He stirs, aching cock slamming hard into your velvety warm cunt, shocking you by the sudden thrust deep inside. It feels different now, the way he’s vehemently dragging his cock all the way in and out like an animal. Your toes curl, mouth plumped to an ‘o’ as your nails dug into his skin through his shirt. He’s so deep, so rough…

“I can feel—nngh, my cock kissing your cervix. Isn’t it romantic?” he’s musing as he fucks, moaning in bliss, at the way you’re gripping his meat. He can’t even count how many times he’s envisioned this. You’re taking him in. He’s so happy. You’re a fucking dream come true.

“Tomura, m’gonna cum if y-you keep moving like that!” his pace only fasten to your words, his hips slamming into yours until the sound of skin slapping lewdly ring in your ears. His groan was guttural, and your moans were drooling from your lips. Your walls only clench tighter, his cock hardening, sensitive tip kissing your spongey g-spot with every desperate thrusts until the two of you hit your climax at the same time.

Your mix cum spurts out of your pulsing pussy in a second, your tummy burning with crackles of pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Tomura’s shaking, keeping his hips still to continue stuffing your cunt with his load. “You feel that—haa—Y/N? You feel my love spilling into your womb? Ahh—I love you, I love you so much,” he’s chuckling from the high, kissing and marking your neck while you lay dazed with cum dripping out of you.