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“Tomura, I really don’t know about this,” you say hesitantly as you see him set up the video camera. A few nights ago, he had gotten this idea of recording the two of you having sex. You had given him a doubtful look, not believing he was truly serious. Tomura was possessive, and you thought the very possibility of someone else seeing you naked would be off limits. He had dropped it and you thought that was the end of it.
That is, until he has the camera pointed directly at your naked body, TV displaying every little detail.
“You’ll like it,” Tomura responds, walking back to you after he has finished setting everything up. He leans in to grab the back of your neck and draw you in for a heated kiss, tongue diving in with hunger as he dominates your mouth. He pulls back and bites down on your lip, hard enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood.
His hands run down your body, pinky raised from your skin as he reaches your breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth as he grazes it with teeth, pinching the other nipple in between two fingers until it’s hard and standing at attention. You’re trembling a bit already, a feeling that only increases as his hand moves lower. He grazes along your slit, finger coming away wet. “Slut,” he growls at you. “You’re already enjoying this and I haven’t even gotten started yet.’
The look of pure lust in his eyes causes a shiver to run through your body, and his tone tells you that he’s not going to go easy on you.
That’s fine with you. After all, you’ve always loved it when your boyfriend is rough and dominating.
One hand grips your hip, spreading your legs open to reveal your bare cunt to the camera. You feel the blood rush to your face in embarrassment as you see yourself on the camera, quickly turning away. “No, you’re going to fucking watch what I’m going to do you,” he growls as he turns your face to the TV again. “Turn away again and I’ll have to punish you.”
You give a sharp nod, knowing that he means exactly what he says. Two fingers gather your wetness before he pushes them inside of you, instantly aiming for your cervix as he scissors them apart. You let out a small gasp at his fingers pressing against your walls while his thumb covers your clit. He grinds down on the throbbing bead, distracting you as he slips another finger in.
The stretch stings, and you throw your head back a bit as you clamp down around his fingers. “What did I fucking tell you about watching the TV?”
You quickly pull your head upright as your eyes turn to the TV in time to watch him slip a fourth finger inside of you. Your eyes widen a bit at the sharp sting, the burning of your walls being stretched open being borderline painful. “Fuck, Tomura, too much,” you groan as you try to pull away, only for blunt fingers to dig hard into your skin. You can already feel bruises forming at the strength of his grasp, and his red eyes bore down harshly at you.
“Don’t fucking pull away, or I’ll tie you down. Got it?”
“Y-y-es,” your voice trembles a bit as you stop moving. He works his fingers inside of you again, pumping them into your tight heat. The pain has diminished a bit, and you feel your stomach begin to tighten as you coat his fingers with your slick. You let out a moan as you push yourself back against him, only for him to remove them completely. You let out a small noise of disappointment, until fear overtakes you at what he does next.
He pushes his thumb into his palm before putting all five fingers at your entrance.
“What the fuck are you - “
Your words are cut off as he begins to push inside of you, causing a strangled moan to leave your throat. You can’t stop yourself from clamping down a bit as his knuckles slide up against your walls.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” he chuckles darkly, “I’d hate to slip. Not fun to fuck a pile of ash.”
A bolt of fear crawls up your spine as you go instantly still, trying not to make any sudden movements. You whine when his fingers begin to pump, spreading out inside of you and forcing you to stretch even more. Your mind comes to a stop as you realize what he’s preparing for. Surely he doesn’t mean to -
But you realize that’s exactly what he means to do as he forces his thumb past your tight inner ring of muscles. “Fuck, shit, oh god,” you babble as you feel your pussy give way to the rest of his hand with a lewd pop, watching on the TV as he goes wrist deep inside of you.
“Fucking slut,” he growls at you, “you’re enjoying this.” He removes his hand, shoving it in front of your face so you can see his hand glistening with your slick. “Taste yourself,” he commands, and your tongue obediently peeks out of your mouth as you lick along one of his fingers.
“Such an obedient little slut I have.” He forces his whole hand back inside of you, drawing a squeal from the back of your throat. “How does it feel to be fist fucked in front of an audience, slut?”
Your mind stutters to a stop for several long seconds. “An - an audience? What do you mean, an audience?”
He smirks at your confusion. “You didn’t think I just intended to film us, did you? No, I’m streaming this live.”
“What?! To who?” Your voice comes out slightly panicked at the thought of anyone seeing you like this, the fist of a villain shoved deep inside of your gaping cunt.
“To anyone who wants to watch. So you better keep putting on a good show.” And with that, he begins to thrust his fist inside of you, drawing out a loud moan from you. He is ruthless, battering against your cervix with every movement, and you can feel your lower stomach tightening as the pressure builds up inside of you.
“Fuck fuck fuck,’ you find yourself chanting, eyes rolling back in your head at the pleasure of being fucked by his fist. And then, while keeping his thumb pressed firmly against his palm, he straightens his other four fingers out inside of you, rubbing hard along a soft spongy spot inside of you.
A choked sob leaves your throat as you’re thrown over the edge, cunt gushing as you squirt clear liquid all over his hand. He fucks you through your orgasm, pounding so hard inside of you that you see stars as you cum again, more liquid squirting out of you. You feel so humiliated knowing that people are watching, but it also sends heat straight to your core.
“You’re getting off to being watched, slut. I knew you would, dirty girl.” He doesn’t remove his hand from your abused cunt, choosing instead to shift you onto his lap. He grinds his erection against your ass before freeing his aching cock from his pants. “See those comments?” He directs you to the computer screen that you had barely paid attention to before, finally noticing the chat window.
Comment after comment floods the stream, directing Shigaraki on various things he should do to you.
“Spit in her mouth!”
“Face fuck the little whore!!!”
“Pound that dirty little pussy!”
But the most frequent one causes you to writhe in Shigaraki’s arms.
“Fuck her ass while you’re fisting that cunt!”
He rubs his cock along your slick folds, lubing himself up before lining his cock up with the entrance to your ass. “Gotta give the audience what they want, don’t we?” He whispers with amusement into your ear before beginning to push inside.
He pumps his fist inside of your abused cunt at the same time as he slides inch by agonizing inch into your tight ass, causing you to tremble and whine as you’re stuffed full. He groans as he feels the knuckles of his hand press against his cock through the thin barrier separating them. “Shit, you’re so - hah, so fucking tight,” he pants as he finally bottoms out inside of your ass.
You glance back at the comments to see what everyone is saying and see a flood of people praising how hot you look getting ravaged by a villain like Shigaraki, how they’d love to be the ones buried inside your cunt. Donations flood in from people everywhere, full of crude comments at how hard they jacked off to watching you squirt everywhere.
You feel embarrassed.
You feel humiliated.
You feel more turned on than you ever have in your life.
Shigaraki begins to thrust up into your tight ass, barely able to move at first with how hard you’re clamping down on him. But finally he sets up a rhythm that leaves you no break, pulling his cock out while he thrusts his fist in.
“Let us see that stretched out cunt!”
He grins as he reaches down to spread your legs further, pulling the folds of your pussy apart so that all you can see on the screen is your cunt clenching and flexing around his hand. The sight of him wrist deep inside of you combined with his knuckle grazing your g-spot sends you over the edge again, screaming out your orgasm.
Shigaraki slows down a bit, your walls clamping down so much that he finds it hard to thrust. “You see what I can do to her?” You think he’s talking to you for a second, brain fried from multiple orgasms, but you quickly realize he’s addressing his audience. “No one else can make her cum like this, can ruin her like this.” You loosen up a bit for him to thrust faster, pace becoming feral. His balls slap against your skin and the sounds from your dripping pussy are downright lewd. “She’s fucking mine,” he snarls as his pace stutters, hot ropes of cum filling up your sore ass. He twists his fist inside you one last time, and you scream as white hot pleasure shoots through you and you follow him into orgasm.
He holds you still until he empties his balls inside of you, pulling his fist gently out of you and before removing his cock. He stays behind you however, gripping your legs and pulling them apart so that the camera can see your sloppy, gaping pussy still clenching around nothing. You’re leaking a mixture of your own fluids and his cum, and the floor below you is soaked.
“Fuck, that is a hot as hell creampie.”
“She looks absolutely destroyed, so fucking hot.”
“How the hell does a villain like Shigaraki get a gorgeous woman like that?”
At the last comment, Shigaraki snorts and rolls his eyes, reaching over to hit the “end stream” button. You see a flood of disappointed comments along with people begging and pleading to watch another stream of the two of you.
He glances over at you, the obvious question on his face. “Well?”
“God yes, I want to do that again.”
A sly smirk crosses his face at your answer.
“That’s my girl.”