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Peacekeeping between the East and the West had always been a point of political tension. You never much involved yourself in the ongoing war, besides, what would someone like you could’ve done? War and politics were never a point of interest for you, but at least you kept up to date. The thought left you as the warm glow of the setting sun peeked through the curtains of your house, the light seeping into the dimly lit room as you tossed and turned in your bed.
You were slowly drifting off, body in no mood to arise, yet you felt like you couldn’t fall asleep, not without him. Next to you, the large empty space on the bed seemed like an endless void, but without him it seemed to you it would never be filled.
Your boyfriend, Yuri Briar, is a hard working diplomat at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Not everyone has a positive attitude towards him once they truly get to know him, but you never strayed away from what others disliked about him. He had always been well mannered, going to work and then coming back home and straight into your arms as he did every day. There were the odd times where he would come well late into the night, but you had always just assumed that he was working overtime. Though, you admit, that fact has been worrying you a lot more recently.
Not too long ago, he’d relayed to you that his sister had gotten married out of the blue, and had kept it a secret for a year no less. You, yourself found it quite odd but didn’t dwell on it, although your boyfriend wasn’t happy to say the least. He always cried out about how precious his sister was to him, and that the man he married was below par, constantly suggesting that they divorce. Whenever he would go on his rants, you couldn’t help but love him, realising how considerate he actually is.
The sheets of the bed contorted under your weight, it had started to become way too late for your liking. In all honesty, coming home this late was new, it made you worried that perhaps he had gotten hurt. Huffing a sigh of discomfort, you reached for your phone on the nightstand, no calls, no notifications, it was unlike him. However, just as your thumb hovered over the call button, the doorbell rang and you immediately threw yourself off the bed, making a beeline for the door.
“Hey honey! So sorry I’m late, I got caught up doing a whole bunch of paperwork.” He chirped as if coming home so late wasn’t worrying, giving you a peck on your cheek as he walked past you.
As he did, you caught a glimpse of something on the nape of his neck, hidden under his long hair, turning to grab his collar, “Hey, so what’s this?”
“O-oh that? Pfft it’s nothing, my boss was just scolding me at work.” He awkwardly laughed to himself, flashing you a crooked smile.
The air shifted, filled with unease as Yuri seemed to keep appearances up, in your mind something was wrong. Yuri had always taught you some basic self defence ever since you started to get close, he taught you how to tell if someone was lying and you wondered if there was more about him you didn’t know, if he was, indeed, just keeping up appearances.
You weren’t convinced, still, you let him go and he continued to walk further into your shared home without a word, “Your story is rather vague.” You retorted, and the man stopped for a moment.
“Excuse me?” He turned back to face you, the distance between you seeming like miles as tension grew in the air.
“Every now and then you show up here with bruises or cuts, and you have almost the same excuse every time.” For a moment, there was a hint of annoyance on his face, blink and you would’ve missed it.
“And what exactly does that entail? Are you accusing me of something?” You loved him, and to say he was potentially a liar would sour your mood, “Interrogate me then, if you will. I’ve told no lie to you.”
You furrowed your brows at the thought, avoiding his gaze as you closed the gap between the both of you, reaching up to cup his face, “I’m sorry, just forget what I said. I was just worried.” He practically melted into your warm, delicate touch, it was truly a delight he would come home everyday to someone as gentle as you.
Despite this, the air around him never changed, still tense as his gaze hardened, “No. I insist.” He spoke bluntly as he held your wrist in his firm grasp, removing you from his face, “At least, when the situation presents itself, you’re prepared,” He tore himself away from your touch, reaching for a chair and taking a seat in the middle of your empty living room, “so, start the interrogation.”
You couldn’t believe what he was saying. An interrogation? What situation could you possibly be in for this to be helpful? You knew that your boyfriend was quite the oddball sometimes but this seemed so… specific? Your head spun at the thought before you were snapped back to reality at the sound of Yuri’s voice.
“You need to make sure I don’t move, tie me up.” He demanded, very, very bluntly. You hadn’t the slightest clue in why he wanted to do this, his explanation didn’t make sense in your mind, but still you obeyed, the only thing you could find to keep him bound to the chair being some rope from your shared bedroom which the two of you had previously used as per Yuri’s request. Unfortunately the dots hadn’t connected for you quite yet.
Soon you returned, kneeling behind the chair to bind his hands to the back, tying it relatively loose. Since this was just a pretend “investigation”, you didn’t feel the need to be harsh.
“Tie it tighter. You remember what I taught you, right?” You couldn’t see it, but Yuri’s face was beginning to get hot, the act of you tying him down to the chair was just the beginning.
You obliged him, tying them as tight as you could without cutting off too much circulation. Yuri spoke from in front of you and you perked up at the sound of his voice, moving to stand in front of him, as you bore a confused expression.
“What now?” You questioned, this was all so weird to you but if Yuri was teaching you something, usually it was worth your while.
“Blindfold me.” Now was that really necessary? You were still highly confused but maybe he just wanted to replicate a real interrogation so you shrugged it
off, grabbing your neck scarf that hung beside your coats, awkwardly putting it on your boyfriend.
“Yeah? So now what?”
“You seemed to be a little angry at me for coming home so late, just keep that up whilst asking me questions. If I give a shitty answer then hit me.” You raised a brow at the notion, but maybe through this you’d get to know the real reason why he always had similar excuses for coming home late, or if you were just overreacting.
“Why do you claim you always have a lot of paperwork due? I know you’re not that kind of person.”
“I work hard, they give me more work than my colleagues because of it, so, in turn it takes me longer to finish it.” To you, that was a plausible explanation, and you really didn’t want to cause Yuri anymore pain after seeing that bruise on his neck.
“Why do you bolt off when we’re on dates sometimes, claiming you forgot to finish a report at the Ministry?”
Yuri perked up at that question, you caught onto his nervousness almost immediately, “Ah- well— I really do just forget sometim—“
A sharp crack rang through the air of your silent home. Yuri shuddered in his chair, the slap was harsh, not enough to really hurt him but it still stung like hell. The pain excited him, and the fact that it was you of all people inflicting this pain was making him twitch.
“In the middle of our date? That really is a shitty answer. You know you barely get time off as it is, the least you could do is spend a day with me unbothered.” You took this opportunity to vent your frustrations, he wanted you to be angry, so that’s what he was gonna get.
“I’m sorry…” Was all he could muster as he tried to hold in the moans that threatened to escape him. You hadn’t caught onto his antics just yet, but he was sure you would soon.
“I’ve spoken with your sister before, she assured me she had never taught you anything related to self defence in the slightest, so how do you know so much?” Even with the blindfold on, Yuri could feel your gaze, it bore into him like a hot iron.
“It’s part of my job.” That response really annoyed you.
You struck him across the face once more, your emotions beginning to overwhelm you as you grabbed his hair and pulled it back.
“You liar, I know you’re lying.” using your free hand thumb, you applied pressure on the hollow of his throat, causing him to sputter and cough as if he were actually choking. Unbeknownst to you, the sensation was pure bliss to him and he couldn’t help but ask for more.
“H-Harder… please…” Your eyes widened, not believing the words that just escaped him. Was this just a ruse to get you to degrade him? Surely not, right?
“Please… I’m telling the truth.”
“That’s what they say in the movies.” You scoffed as you gave him a swift punch to his stomach. Though you weren’t by any means strong, you were determined to make sure it hurt.
A moan escaped the man below you, his face hot as his bangs clung to his face with sweat. You folded at the sight, and you hated to admit it but taking out your frustration on him and seeing the enjoyment it brought him got you excited too. For now, you shoved the earlier thoughts of annoyance to the back of your mind as you straddled him, the bulge in his pants now painfully obvious. His bound arms shook against his restraints as he tried to reach you.
“Do you come home late because of female co-workers?” Your voice was practically a whisper as your breath ghosted over his skin, contrasting with the sharp pain he felt as you tugged his hair.
“N-no, never.” His immediate and firm answer did calm your nerves a bit but now you were enjoying this just as much as he was.
“What does self defence have to do with diplomacy?” You questioned in a low tone, your free hand moving to unbutton his shirt, sliding your fingers across his bare skin.
“I- ngghh— uh…” In the heat of the moment he couldn’t muster up anything of relevancy to say. His thoughts were clouded, thoughts of what you might say or do if he didn’t answer to your liking made him harder than ever.
This time, a smirk played on your face at his inability to answer you. Wrapping your fingers around his neck, you squeezed as hard as you could, “What a filthy liar you are Yuri.” leaning in closer, your mouth inches from his ear, you spat, “Are you enjoying this? You sick freak.”
He moaned loudly at your words, his hips desperately bucking up into your clothed warmth. The sorry display before you made you incredibly wet, you wished he could touch you too, but for now you enjoyed the power you had over him.
“Answer me Yuri.” You demanded as you fiddled with the buckle of his belt, coaxing him for his answer. He groaned as you played with it, desperate to feel your hand around his cock instead of his neck, as much as he enjoyed it.
“Yes I-I do…” He breathed, loud whines escaping him as he admitted to you.
“Yeah? How much do you love it?” Though he couldn’t see you, you smiled deviously at his dischevelled state. Slowly, you undid the belt buckle and undid the button and zip on his pants, palming at the hardness in his boxers.
Your touch was agonisingly addictive, he couldn’t help but buck into your hand, wanting so much more, “I love it a lot— ‘don’t think I could- mffghh live without you…” His words stung like hell, you knew he loved you and you wanted to say sorry for accusing him earlier, but now really wasn’t the time. You shook those thoughts off as your eyes landed on the skin of his neck, flushed as slightly red from all the grabbing you’d done earlier.
Your hands never stopped palming at him as you nipped at his neck, before sucking harder, leaving purple bruises dotted with crimson all over him.
“Please just— a little more-“ He choked out, with how things were going he could’ve easily broken out of his restraints and folded you over, fucking you relentlessly until you’re filled to the brim with his cum, but his mission from the SSS had worn him out earlier, besides, letting you take the reins this time proved to be more than satisfying.
“This is still an interrogation right? You don’t get to make the calls. Be patient and I'll let you off the hook.” Too bad. If he hadn’t asked you would’ve pulled those boxers down by now, but you were feeling especially mean today.
“What do you want me to do to you, Yuri?” You tugged his hair again as your face burned anticipating his answer, perhaps you’d give him some grace and do exactly what he wishes as a reward, you were mean but you couldn’t resist him.
“Just touch me, pleas—mnffggghh” Closing the gap between you once more, you kissed him gently at first, with the softness slowly giving way to desire and hunger as you practically devoured his face. The kiss was sloppy as the both of you moaned into it like you’d never had sex before. Your hold on his hair finally loosened as you traced the nape of his neck, grinding down on his cock as spit ran down your chin, before you broke the kiss off, panting. The string of saliva still connected the two of you as breathy moans from the man beneath you filled the air once more.
“I want… hah… you to use me— please…” It was like a wall inside you had come crumbling down as you removed your shirt, your wet panties soon following. Finally, you freed his aching cock from the fabric that confined it, the cold air on his leaking tip was a familiar sensation. You shuffled his pants further down as you squeezed his cock in your hands.
“Yuri,” You said breathlessly, pumping him slowly before rubbing his fat tip between your lips, smearing his precum across your already slick entrance, “be good and make a lot of noise for me okay?” The only thing you’d receive in response was a frantic nod and a moan, which was enough encouragement for you.
You aligned his head with your entrance, the stretch was painfully delicious. Dropping your weight on him fully, he let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, digging crescents into his palms with his nails, trying to stop himself from cumming so soon. The pathetic display aroused you more than anything, as you began to set a steady pace for yourself.
Riding him faster, you held a tight grip on his shoulder for leverage, his cock grazing that sweet spot inside you every time you engulfed him fully. Your face felt like it was going to melt off as you moaned in his ear, your combined noises so loud you were sure your neighbours had definitely heard you by now.
“Fuckkk… nghhjj you— you feel s-so good…” He moaned out, now riding him at a fairly brutal pace. His breath hitched when your walls tightened around him every now and then, god how he wished he could see you right now.
Finally, you were able to angle yourself to hit that sweet spot inside you repetitively, and you immediately became louder in his ear. Though, Yuri still topped you, his moans and whines were louder than ever, you don’t think you’d ever heard him be this vocal. A mix of your slick and his precum pooled in his lap, staining his pants as it dripped down the chair and onto the floor.
His cock filled every crevice of your tight pussy, the sensation was pure bliss as you dug your nails into his shoulders, your walls tightening around him as your body shook, your orgasm rocking through you. Yuri moaned, wishing he could see you trembling before him, he was trying to hold it in a little longer so as not to wound his pride any further. You panted as you sat in his lap, his fat cock resting slick against your stomach. You were exhausted but you were ready to please him just as he did for you all the time. Your throat was dry but you swallowed, taking all of him at once this time, the feeling earning you a pathetic sounding moan from your boyfriend.
Again, you rode him like it was your last, capturing his lips in another sloppy kiss. He tasted the wine you’d drank earlier on your tongue, nipping at your bottom lip. You couldn’t see it, but tears welled in Yuri’s eyes at the stimulation, your degrading words replaying in his mind over and over again, making him twitch inside of you as you slammed yourself onto his lap.
“I know… hah… you wanna cum inside me— fuck- you filthy liar…” you said in a sultry tone, teasing him once more.
“Y-yes… fuck yes I do…hah…” he replied, the desperation in his voice painstakingly clear.
“Then do it… you’re useless to me otherwise.” Your degradation was enough for him to spill over the edge. He let out a string of broken moans, each louder than the last, spewing out curses alongside them though they were barely a whisper compared to the whines that escaped him. Despite being blindfolded his vision went hot white and blurry, his load spilling inside you as you buried him deep in your walls. You kept his cock inside of you even when you’d milked him of every last drop as you slumped over, leaning forwards to rest on him.
The only sound that filled the room were breathy pants, the sweat of both your bodies gluing you together. After a while, you reached down the back of the chair as far as you could to undo the rope, all whilst his cock was becoming flaccid inside of you. As soon as he was free, he held you close, hands tracing the curves of your body. You sat up, allowing him to feel your tits, and the point where you two had met, wet, sticky and warm. Finally, you took the blindfold off of him, his forehead drenched in sweat.
He took in the sight of you for a moment, beautiful and spent, his cum dripping out of you. He could’ve gotten hard at the sight and gone for a round 2 but after everything he’d been through today he was ready to call it a day.
“Sorry for calling you a liar. I was just really worried about you.” You smiled sheepishly as you gave him a peck on the lips.
“It's okay, I’m honestly glad to know you’re so worried about me. Don’t worry though, I would never die knowing I would have you to come home to.” He smiled back at you, embracing you tighter.
“Oh! I’m sure if you did, Loidy would be soooo upset!!” You said in a teasing tone, to which he rolled his eyes before carrying you to your shared room to rest.
“Pfft if anything I’ll be the one making damn sure Loidy’s dead and gone.”
“I’m sure you will, honey.”