Your older boyfriend Toji who corrupts your innocent mind with extreme porn and teaches you pleasure through dark fantasy videos. He plans to physically escalate it next time. This is only the beginning. ⼠TW- DUB-CON ELEMENTS, POWER PLAY, EXPLICIT PORNOGRAPHY, DADDY KINK, CORRUPTION OF INNOCENCE, TABOO/ DARK CONTENT, READER IS 20+. 18+
"Cmere!" your older boyfriend called out to you from his small work area in the basement of his house. "Got somethin' to show ya."
You were tired of thisâtoo tired to be given a pep talk about what you've been doing on his computer late at night when he was asleep. Been scolding you for burning up his old laptop with your school work and your girly games.
Hearing the creaks of the basement stairs, he turns his chair around to see you emerge in your small nightgown. He smiled a little. You always looked so cute like this. Your hair slightly messy, your nightgown wrinkly, and your eyes puffy from sleep deprivation. He could just eat you up.
His was wearing his glasses, perched low on his nose. Something rare, which he only ever wore them to read or watch things seriously.
He pats his lap, signaling for you to sit down. You do. He's warm, always warm, and smells of pine wood and cheap cologne. Displayed on the laptop was a paused video. Dark and grainy lighting, two figures tangled together in a way that made you tense slightly.
"Good girl," he whispers to you quietly as you make yourself comfortable on his lap. He turns the chair around, sitting up straight and resting his chin on your shoulder before un-pausing the mysterious video.
The video in front of you explicit and quite unfiltered. Two bodies wrestling against each other in a rough manner, almost like it was something hardcore and sexual.
Your body went stiff once you heard the muffled moans and whines spilling from the computers speakers. You're confused and shocked, looking away to avoid it, but he noticed.
"It's called porn," he says simply, "adult stuff. People doin' adult things. Y'know, kind of what we do, but actual stuff."
See, you two have never really gotten deep into sex; have only been sneaking around for a few months due to how strict your father was, but never did anything under the umbrella.
Living in a remote town where sex education was non existent, you had to be taught one way or another. And with how you were clueless when he tried to go down on you and didn't even know how to properly please him, let alone yourself, he figured the time of teaching had to come.
But damn, did it make him feel responsible in a weird way.
He gently grabbed your face, turning it towards the screen again. "Watch with me for a minute. Just look"
"I- I know what porn is. Just never really seen it much." You felt embarrassed to admit it, and he took note. He nodded at you, making a small hum of understanding. It made sense.
"Yeah," he muttered under his breath, "figured as much." He tries not to sound judgmental. But with him being him, it comes out as is. It's just of acceptance, acceptance that this was your first time seeing anything like this up close.
He had power over you. In a way where you were too innocent to know what real sex was, he could rot your brain with what he thought was normal, could turn you into something he desired, could fulfill his fantasies with you.
He kept the video playing. Intimacy, rough thrusts, slaps, choked sobs. "This aint gross," he added, "s'natural." His hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it here and there.
You didn't notice, but he did. Noticed how you'd tense when the girl said 'stop,' or when the man would scold the girl and slap her. He didn't question it morallyâthis is what he liked.
As the scene grew intense, he didn't get all hot n' bothered by what was in front of him, but by the thought of that being you; the thought of him using you like he owned you.
The same calloused hand that rested on your thigh now slid up, playing with the hem of your dress.
"You ever think about stuff like this?" he asked you casually, looking at the side of your face that was dimly lit up by the screen. "Like.. wanting someone to touch ya like that?"
You could feel his eyes burning into you--probing to see if curiosity and the idea of exploration lived under all that innocence.
"I dunno," you mumbled, looking down at his hand. His thumb traced slow circles on your thigh. Innocent enough to seem casual, but that wasn't his intent at all. He's eager to get inside of you already and corrupt your innocence.
With your shyness and your poor attempt of avoidance, it was all potential to shape you into something cruel and disgusting. Something only he wanted.
"You don't know?" he repeated at you softly, "not even a little?" He leans down by your ear--close enough where you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck.
Before you could think or speak, his soft lips contacted the shell of your ear--a tiny spark of what pleasure could feel like if you could just let him in already.
"You're tellin' me," he breathed against you, "you ain't ever thought about someone forcibly pinning you down? Using you till ya can't take it no more?" his words sounded dangerous--threatening. His voice dropped low, "never thought of me getting rough with that pretty lil' body of yours?"
You gulped. It's not coercion yet, but pressure. A kind of slow seduction where the curiosity could grow into hunger, then could play out into dangerous acts. Oh, was he smart with his manipulation. You were just too easy, and it honestly made him feel a twinge of guilt.
You couldn't say anything. With his steady yet dangerous words spoken against your ear and the video on the screen, you were frozen.
Suddenly, his hand moved over to the the search history and the laptop screen lights up. Just a raw, unfiltered search history laid bare on his screen;
"Rough first time fuck"Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
"Girl get's chased through the woods and used up"
 "Breaking her in" "BDSM"   Â
"Rough anal first time compilation"Â
"Girl pisses herself" Â Â
   "Foot worship"
It's dark and dirty--filled with all of his dark fantasies that could make anyone who's mentally sane gasp. But him? He scrolled through it casually, like it's not borderline vile.
He's dangerously experienced, and it shows through his unfazed expression.
He removed his hand and types something specific. Not just random porn, but something tailored to what he imagines, something he imagines to do to you.
A quick search and click, and the page loads. Dark and grainy lighting, a woman laid on the sofa, and her face half hidden as a larger man loomed over her.
He didn't say anything yet, just let the video buffer for a second before turning to you. Your face holds no explainable expression--eyebrows furrowed and your mouth slightly agape; like you were curious.
Without warning, you felt the same calloused hands snake down your bare legs before slightly pushing them apart. You breath hitches and your throat goes dry, yet you let it happen.
You could hear muffled sounds from the older man in the video leak from the speakers.
"Want you to call me daddy while I fuck you in the ass."
"Don't cry baby. Daddy hates to see you cry."
"Take it real good for me, yeah? I'll reward you in the end."
For some reason, you felt.. wet. You hated that you felt this way--how you could feel your cunt beginning to pulse against his thigh, how you comfortably began to settle into his chest and become less stiff.
Then, you felt it-- the warmth finally sneak under your waistband and into your panties.
"See how she's cryin'?" he said lowly into your ear, "it's cause she's still tight. Feels reallll good." Oh, this was getting pathetic at this point.
You slowly nodded, and he admired that--admired how you were participating, how you were feeding into his lies, and how wet you suddenly became by watching this.
Maybe you were just as disgusting as him, because the second his fingers entered your folds and went for that small hole of yours, you just let him do it without saying anything.
"Biiiig stretch," he murmured into your neck, his fingers entering into you at a dangerously slow pace. You let out a long whine, leaning your head back into his neck and pushing your ass further into him in an attempt to get rid of the pain.
The burning sensation grew stronger as his larger fingers stretched your hole open the more they went in, your eyes beginning to tear up a little. "H-hah," you gasped under your breath, trying to hold your suffering and discomfort back.
God, did he love seeing you struggle at taking his big fingers, how he was about to make you cum to a video of something he was going to do to you later on. He could only imagine what it would be like to shove his cock into your cunt, let alone your ass.
"Thaaat's a good girl. So good for me," his voice was like dark honey to your ears--sweet but sinful, keeping you somewhat steady whilst your attention remained on the video that became worse than before.
As his fingers moved in and out of you smoothly, the video in front of you turned violent. The man with the big belly now rammed into the woman at a dangerous speed, her body forced into the sofa with each and every thrust of his hips. Her mouth was open and loud whines spilled out like she had no control over them.
You leaned your head back into his shoulder, exposing your throat. He nuzzled his nose into your neck before speaking right into your ear with a predatory tone.
"You like that? Bet you'd sound even cuter than her if you really tried," he murmured, his lips moving to kiss your neck now.
The video sounds of pleads and whines faded into white noise. All that mattered was this; the plan to make you cum to something so taboo that he deeply desired.
The woman in the video sobs, her face buried in the mattress as the older mans thrusts became slow and broken. You could feel yourself coming closer, moans finally spilling from that soft mouth of yours. Finally.
Without a warning, his thumb pressed down properly on your clitâputting firm, circular pressure.
"You gonna cum?" he whispered into your ear again in a mocking tone. You whined a yes, head still on his shoulders, but that wasn't a proper answer--not an answer or reaction he was pleased to receive from you.
His free hand grabbed at your face, his grip on your jaw tightening as he turned your face towards the screen--forcing you to watch the woman scream as her body became overstimulated and shaking from climax after climax.
"Look at her," her said aggressively, "you gonna cum like that? Huh?" He was mocking you, pushing you to the edge with his thumb still working ruthless circles on your clit and his fingers moving in and out at a relentless speed. You couldn't take it anymore, it became too much.
The mixed sounds of the muffled computers moans, your moans, the sensation down there, and his grip on your cheeks--he wanted this physical and visual overload to shatter you completely.
And it did, because the next think you knew, your climax slammed down--back arching, moans spilling out of your mouth that he never heard from you before; high, desperate little whines that turned into pornographic moans.
"That's a good girlll," he said with pride. He doesn't stop with his thumb, just lets you ride it out and shake till the noises stop. His mouth was slightly opening, mocking your moans by groaning with you.
He loved this power. Loved being the first person to show you this--make you feel so goddamn good to something so nasty.
"Sounds like someone's never cum before, huh?" he teased, breathless, and finally easing up his thumb--slowly stopping as your body spasmed through the aftershocks. You couldn't say much, trying to come back to reality after all of that.
He lets out a rough sigh, leaving his fingers in but using his free hand to cradle your head in his chest to calm you down.
"Next time," he muttered, shutting his laptop and putting on his glasses. "Were gonna use that tight little asshole of yours."
DIVIDERS BY @CRYLYNNLUV
[sorry if this isn't as good! Been so busy with school work. Working on drabbles now! :)]
