Why You Should Never Leave Your Computer Open When You Share An Apartment
Title: Why You Should Never Leave Your Computer Open When You Share An Apartment
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, bondage, humiliation, dirty talk, barebacking
Summary: One day, Aoi found Uruha's computer unlocked when he wasn't home...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comment: Wrote this a while ago, wasn't sure whether to post it or not. I just wanted to write something really kinky.
It was a couple of days ago that Aoi had found Uruha's computer, open and unlocked, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He wasn't usually one to invade people's privacy, but Uruha was his boyfriend after all, and so Aoi had sat down by the desk and gone through his files. One folder had interested him, it was named “personal shit,” and lay hidden among Uruha's old vacation pictures.
Double-clicking the icon, Aoi smirked at what he saw. Bingo. Uruha's porn. He had clicked on one of the videos, watching a couple of minutes, nothing extraordinary, and he quickly changed to another one. And that was when his eyes had almost popped out of his skull.
~
“Hey, Uruha?” Aoi shouted into the living room, listening for the soft hum in response. “Can you come to the kitchen, I need help with something.”
“Sure,” Uruha answered, turning off the TV and getting up from the couch. There wasn't anything interesting on anyway. He opened the door to the kitchen, looking around and finding no Aoi, and he was about to call out to him when his wrists were wrung behind his back and tied together with rope.
“What the fuck?” Uruha exclaimed, trying to turn around, but he was pushed to the table and bent over it, and when he tried to get up, Aoi plastered himself to his back and growled in his ear.
“Don't move a muscle.” Aoi detached himself from Uruha's back, waiting to see if he was going to run away, and when he didn't, Aoi smirked and rubbed his ass. “I should have guessed. After all, you do like it when I'm rough.” Aoi's cryptic words didn't help, and Uruha furrowed his brows and turned his head to look at Aoi.
“What the hell are you talking about?” A hand in his hair forced him to look straight forward, and Uruha flinched when a piece of dark cloth was tied around his head, covering his eyes completely. “Aoi?” As he opened his lips to ask again, a bundle of fabric was shoved into his mouth, and he swallowed thickly as Aoi forced a scarf between his jaws, tying it tightly behind his neck.
“I found your porn,” Aoi whispered darkly into Uruha's ear, and he gulped as he felt Aoi undoing his trousers, pulling them and his underwear off him. “I didn't know you were suck a kinky pervert. The things you learn about your own boyfriend. Does it turn you on? Being bound, gagged and blindfolded, completely at my mercy, your lovely ass on display for me?”
Uruha couldn't help but let out a small moan, shifting uncomfortably on the cool surface of the table, and he shivered when he heard Aoi's raspy chuckle.
“Just my words turn you on, don't they? You like being talked to like that, humiliated, degraded.” Another moan. “Wow, Uruha, I never thought you'd be such a slut. Getting hot and bothered from being called dirty names. What else would you like, hm? Masturbating while I'm watching you? Spreading your legs wide and giving me a vulgar view of your wet, throbbing asshole as you fuck yourself on various toys? And if I leaned over you, jerking my own cock in time with your thrusts, would you moan my name, imagining my cock inside of you as you coat your stomach in your cum?”
Uruha was growing harder by the second, panting into the table, his head spinning as he wondered what the fuck was going on. “Oh yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? My dirty whore. How about being dressed in girls' clothing? Would it be humiliating enough for you to walk down the street in high heels and a miniskirt, your hair in pigtails and full make-up, my arm around your waist, slapping your ass and fondling your balls through the thin fabric of a thong?”
Even though he would never agree to that in real life, the image in Uruha's head was a hot one, and he was being pulled into the fantasy. When he was bound like this, there wasn't really anything he could do but listen to Aoi's words, and the way he was talking was driving Uruha crazy. It didn't even matter how Aoi had figured out that Uruha liked this kind of fetishes, all that mattered now was that Aoi didn't stop.
Aoi yanked on Uruha's hair, pulling his head back and straining his neck, and he chuckled at the choked moan Uruha let out. “Pain too, huh? Would you get off on being hurt? If I bit you, or pinched you, or whipped you, would you like that?”
Uruha's eyes rolled back and he moaned long and wantonly, and Aoi laughed and let go of his hair, delivering a harsh smack to his ass. Uruha yelped in surprise, but when Aoi hit him again, he mewled softly and spread his legs, laying his cheek on the table and breathing harshly through his nose.
“You really are a kinky fuck, Uruha,” Aoi laughed and drew his hand back, spanking Uruha's ass until it was red and sore. “You're a masochistic, submissive, slutty, dirty, vulgar little whore.” With every adjective, he slapped his ass again, enticing more moans from Uruha. “And you're all mine.”
The last word was uttered with such a possessive tone that Uruha bit down on the cloth in his mouth, trying to talk but only managing a few muffled sounds, though luckily for him, Aoi seemed to understand what he meant.
“Want me to fuck you?” Uruha nodded, wiggling his ass. “Want me to give it to you hard and painful, just the way I know you like it?” Uruha's hum of approval sent a tingling sensation straight to Aoi's cock, and he spit into his hand, slicking his dick and pushing it slowly into Uruha's ass. The pained shriek that escaped through the gag only turned Aoi on even more, and he dug his nails into Uruha's sides, hissing as he was buried in that tight, wet heat.
When Aoi started thrusting, Uruha sobbed, almost regretting it, but he knew he needed this. He had been having slow, sensual sex for too long, and his darker side was starting to come out, craving sharper sensations. Aoi sped up, his grip on Uruha's hips tight, and the pain of being ripped apart from the inside merged with the pleasure until Uruha was moaning and squirming, pushing back to meet Aoi's thrusts.
“Fuck, Uruha, you're so tight,” Aoi groaned, his brows furrowing as he sped up the pace, slamming into Uruha's ass. “If I knew you liked it so much I would have fucked you like this a million times already. Doesn't it hurt, being fucked raw, no preparation or lube as I force my dick into your throbbing ass?”
A lewd moan from Uruha made Aoi chuckle. “Oh yes, it hurts, but you love it. You love the pain, and you love the fact that I'm claiming you like this, bruising your hips and leaving my mark on you.” It wasn't a question, but Uruha hummed an affirmative nonetheless, and he felt heat coiling in his stomach.
“Come for me, Uruha. Come for me with nothing but my dick in your ass,” Aoi commanded, and he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, hitting Uruha's prostate with such force that it sent him reeling over the edge, screaming into the gag as his cum coated the underside of the table. His ass clenched around Aoi's dick in reflex, and Aoi came as well with a grunt, filling Uruha with his come. He pulled out and watched his essence trickling out of Uruha's ass, dripping down his thighs in a lewd display.
Uruha felt his cheeks heat up, and he knew he was blushing. That was the best orgasm he'd had in a while, and Aoi hadn't even touched his dick! Somehow, he had found out about Uruha's most kinky fantasies, and although Uruha didn't really mind, he was curious about how. Aoi kissed Uruha's back, untying his wrists and rubbing them soothingly, letting Uruha take off the gag and blindfold himself. He wrapped Uruha in his arms and kissed him deeply, and Uruha pulled back to laugh. “You were already naked?”
“Didn't want there to be anything delaying us more than needed,” Aoi said and smirked, cupping Uruha's ass and squeezing possessively. “So, how is your ass?”
“It feels like it's on fire,” Uruha said and laughed again. “But it's totally worth it. How did you know, though?”
“I told you. I found your porn. Fuck's sake, Uruha, that's some weird shit right there.”
Uruha blushed and looked down. “Most of it's just fantasies of mine. I wouldn't actually try any of it out for real, but I like imagining it.”
“And apparently, you also liked being tied up.”
“Well, yeah. But I'd never actually dress up as a girl. That would just be weird.” He made a face as if to illustrate his point, and Aoi laughed and kissed his cheek.
“Don't worry about that, I prefer you as a man.” Aoi grinned when Uruha's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him in for another kiss.
“But, if you don't mind, you could try whipping me some time? I really liked the spanking.” Uruha licked his lips, and Aoi grinned, giving his ass a playful slap, making Uruha squeak.
“We can do anything you want to,” he said, leaning forward to nibble on the soft skin of Uruha's neck. “My kinky little slut.”
Chapter: Oneshot
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: AoixUruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, bondage, humiliation, dirty talk, barebacking
Summary: One day, Aoi found Uruha's computer unlocked when he wasn't home...
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Comment: Wrote this a while ago, wasn't sure whether to post it or not. I just wanted to write something really kinky.
It was a couple of days ago that Aoi had found Uruha's computer, open and unlocked, and curiosity had gotten the better of him. He wasn't usually one to invade people's privacy, but Uruha was his boyfriend after all, and so Aoi had sat down by the desk and gone through his files. One folder had interested him, it was named “personal shit,” and lay hidden among Uruha's old vacation pictures.
Double-clicking the icon, Aoi smirked at what he saw. Bingo. Uruha's porn. He had clicked on one of the videos, watching a couple of minutes, nothing extraordinary, and he quickly changed to another one. And that was when his eyes had almost popped out of his skull.
~
“Hey, Uruha?” Aoi shouted into the living room, listening for the soft hum in response. “Can you come to the kitchen, I need help with something.”
“Sure,” Uruha answered, turning off the TV and getting up from the couch. There wasn't anything interesting on anyway. He opened the door to the kitchen, looking around and finding no Aoi, and he was about to call out to him when his wrists were wrung behind his back and tied together with rope.
“What the fuck?” Uruha exclaimed, trying to turn around, but he was pushed to the table and bent over it, and when he tried to get up, Aoi plastered himself to his back and growled in his ear.
“Don't move a muscle.” Aoi detached himself from Uruha's back, waiting to see if he was going to run away, and when he didn't, Aoi smirked and rubbed his ass. “I should have guessed. After all, you do like it when I'm rough.” Aoi's cryptic words didn't help, and Uruha furrowed his brows and turned his head to look at Aoi.
“What the hell are you talking about?” A hand in his hair forced him to look straight forward, and Uruha flinched when a piece of dark cloth was tied around his head, covering his eyes completely. “Aoi?” As he opened his lips to ask again, a bundle of fabric was shoved into his mouth, and he swallowed thickly as Aoi forced a scarf between his jaws, tying it tightly behind his neck.
“I found your porn,” Aoi whispered darkly into Uruha's ear, and he gulped as he felt Aoi undoing his trousers, pulling them and his underwear off him. “I didn't know you were suck a kinky pervert. The things you learn about your own boyfriend. Does it turn you on? Being bound, gagged and blindfolded, completely at my mercy, your lovely ass on display for me?”
Uruha couldn't help but let out a small moan, shifting uncomfortably on the cool surface of the table, and he shivered when he heard Aoi's raspy chuckle.
“Just my words turn you on, don't they? You like being talked to like that, humiliated, degraded.” Another moan. “Wow, Uruha, I never thought you'd be such a slut. Getting hot and bothered from being called dirty names. What else would you like, hm? Masturbating while I'm watching you? Spreading your legs wide and giving me a vulgar view of your wet, throbbing asshole as you fuck yourself on various toys? And if I leaned over you, jerking my own cock in time with your thrusts, would you moan my name, imagining my cock inside of you as you coat your stomach in your cum?”
Uruha was growing harder by the second, panting into the table, his head spinning as he wondered what the fuck was going on. “Oh yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? My dirty whore. How about being dressed in girls' clothing? Would it be humiliating enough for you to walk down the street in high heels and a miniskirt, your hair in pigtails and full make-up, my arm around your waist, slapping your ass and fondling your balls through the thin fabric of a thong?”
Even though he would never agree to that in real life, the image in Uruha's head was a hot one, and he was being pulled into the fantasy. When he was bound like this, there wasn't really anything he could do but listen to Aoi's words, and the way he was talking was driving Uruha crazy. It didn't even matter how Aoi had figured out that Uruha liked this kind of fetishes, all that mattered now was that Aoi didn't stop.
Aoi yanked on Uruha's hair, pulling his head back and straining his neck, and he chuckled at the choked moan Uruha let out. “Pain too, huh? Would you get off on being hurt? If I bit you, or pinched you, or whipped you, would you like that?”
Uruha's eyes rolled back and he moaned long and wantonly, and Aoi laughed and let go of his hair, delivering a harsh smack to his ass. Uruha yelped in surprise, but when Aoi hit him again, he mewled softly and spread his legs, laying his cheek on the table and breathing harshly through his nose.
“You really are a kinky fuck, Uruha,” Aoi laughed and drew his hand back, spanking Uruha's ass until it was red and sore. “You're a masochistic, submissive, slutty, dirty, vulgar little whore.” With every adjective, he slapped his ass again, enticing more moans from Uruha. “And you're all mine.”
The last word was uttered with such a possessive tone that Uruha bit down on the cloth in his mouth, trying to talk but only managing a few muffled sounds, though luckily for him, Aoi seemed to understand what he meant.
“Want me to fuck you?” Uruha nodded, wiggling his ass. “Want me to give it to you hard and painful, just the way I know you like it?” Uruha's hum of approval sent a tingling sensation straight to Aoi's cock, and he spit into his hand, slicking his dick and pushing it slowly into Uruha's ass. The pained shriek that escaped through the gag only turned Aoi on even more, and he dug his nails into Uruha's sides, hissing as he was buried in that tight, wet heat.
When Aoi started thrusting, Uruha sobbed, almost regretting it, but he knew he needed this. He had been having slow, sensual sex for too long, and his darker side was starting to come out, craving sharper sensations. Aoi sped up, his grip on Uruha's hips tight, and the pain of being ripped apart from the inside merged with the pleasure until Uruha was moaning and squirming, pushing back to meet Aoi's thrusts.
“Fuck, Uruha, you're so tight,” Aoi groaned, his brows furrowing as he sped up the pace, slamming into Uruha's ass. “If I knew you liked it so much I would have fucked you like this a million times already. Doesn't it hurt, being fucked raw, no preparation or lube as I force my dick into your throbbing ass?”
A lewd moan from Uruha made Aoi chuckle. “Oh yes, it hurts, but you love it. You love the pain, and you love the fact that I'm claiming you like this, bruising your hips and leaving my mark on you.” It wasn't a question, but Uruha hummed an affirmative nonetheless, and he felt heat coiling in his stomach.
“Come for me, Uruha. Come for me with nothing but my dick in your ass,” Aoi commanded, and he pulled all the way out and slammed back in, hitting Uruha's prostate with such force that it sent him reeling over the edge, screaming into the gag as his cum coated the underside of the table. His ass clenched around Aoi's dick in reflex, and Aoi came as well with a grunt, filling Uruha with his come. He pulled out and watched his essence trickling out of Uruha's ass, dripping down his thighs in a lewd display.
Uruha felt his cheeks heat up, and he knew he was blushing. That was the best orgasm he'd had in a while, and Aoi hadn't even touched his dick! Somehow, he had found out about Uruha's most kinky fantasies, and although Uruha didn't really mind, he was curious about how. Aoi kissed Uruha's back, untying his wrists and rubbing them soothingly, letting Uruha take off the gag and blindfold himself. He wrapped Uruha in his arms and kissed him deeply, and Uruha pulled back to laugh. “You were already naked?”
“Didn't want there to be anything delaying us more than needed,” Aoi said and smirked, cupping Uruha's ass and squeezing possessively. “So, how is your ass?”
“It feels like it's on fire,” Uruha said and laughed again. “But it's totally worth it. How did you know, though?”
“I told you. I found your porn. Fuck's sake, Uruha, that's some weird shit right there.”
Uruha blushed and looked down. “Most of it's just fantasies of mine. I wouldn't actually try any of it out for real, but I like imagining it.”
“And apparently, you also liked being tied up.”
“Well, yeah. But I'd never actually dress up as a girl. That would just be weird.” He made a face as if to illustrate his point, and Aoi laughed and kissed his cheek.
“Don't worry about that, I prefer you as a man.” Aoi grinned when Uruha's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him in for another kiss.
“But, if you don't mind, you could try whipping me some time? I really liked the spanking.” Uruha licked his lips, and Aoi grinned, giving his ass a playful slap, making Uruha squeak.
“We can do anything you want to,” he said, leaning forward to nibble on the soft skin of Uruha's neck. “My kinky little slut.”