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interrogation tactics 🔎 (könig x reader) smut

okay, imma keep it real witchu chief !!! i haven't played the newer games 🧍🏽 LMAO

okay but i did my research, i really tried here mmkay? anyways, without dragging on and as per ✨request✨ for @AjCullen5 here's a smutty little thang with (an apparently v popular man) könig 😗🤌🏽

The air was stale, the walls were pedestrian and cold. Designed to shake the bones of anyone unlucky enough to be imprisoned in one of these rooms. But instead, was being overthrown by the hot and heavy tension of him and I. Recently, I'd been asked by The Man Himself (Price) to work on my interrogation techniques because - in his words - they needed some "touching up". Unfortunately, that got me stuck with him; König. I don't loathe the man, quite the opposite, actually. Underneath the animosity and mystery, he was a snack. A meal, even. I may have caught a glimpse of him in the showers once, or twice... maybe even on purpose. That thick Austrian accent did things to me like no other and - in my humblest of opinions - being dominated by it was a blessing from the heavens themselves. He had already started going on about this and that and when to do what, about 10 minutes ago approximately, but all I could think about was the way his voice made the more sensitive parts of me scream internally, tensing and throbbing at the thought of it at the base of my neck or softly in my ear. Sometimes I don't even understand what he's saying, but I don't need to, to know he's right. Practically squirming at the echos, I think he started catching on to my inattentive thoughts.

"y/n, are you even listening to me?"

Playing with my nails, and avoiding his piercing, annoyed stare,

"Sure am. Why don't you - for research purposes - go over that last part again? You know, the part about... getting personal or whatever."

He huffed and straightened himself, clearly irritated with my inability to focus. Sitting opposite to me, he folded his arms in objection. Taking this in, I could see he was actually getting ready to give up on me at this point. So being me, I pressed myself upon the table, accentuating my partially exposed chest towards his line of sight.

"Keep goin, babe. I really am listening."

This caught him by surprise and he cleared his throat, hoping to pretend like that didn't just happen.

"As I was saying..."

An awkwardness filled the air between us as he fumbled over his words, every so often glancing at my chest and then back to my gaze. My eyes, however, wandered over various parts of him. The thought of his man hands gripping my waist, or thighs. Wondering if he was actually as big as he looked in those pants he wore often when he wasn't on mission. His pearly whites gripping at my neck. Really nasty things, of course.

"How about this,"

Passively, he proposed.

"you can show me what you've learned so far and if it's nothing, Price can have your ass and not mine?"

Smirking, I made an advance and met him face to face.

"I'm listening, I promise."
"Then show me."

Slowly getting up from my chair, I softly arch my back and stride over to where he's standing. Making direct eye contact, i'm sure to keep it stone cold. My height wouldn't be my advantage in this particular situation, but I didn't need it because I already won.

"Let me tell you something honey,"

Placing a hand on his chest, I forced him back into his chair. Grunting at the abrupt impact, he studied me curiously, scanning my body with his gaze.

"there's a multitude of reasons why you don't wanna be here right now."

Throwing a leg to the other side of his, I asserted dominance over him, towering over. Placing my hands gracefully on my knees, I inched closer until my breath touched his skin through his disguise.

"I could bore you with the statistics of people who make it out of here alive versus the ones who... perish. But that would be pointless, because you're going to be apart of that statistic if you don't get to talkin. And baby, I can assure you I'm the last person you wanna try it with. I mean,"

Licking and biting my lip softly, letting out a cocky laugh, I seductively traced my eyes over him and met my eyes with his.

"I eat boys like you for breakfast."

He swallowed hard and paused, breathing heavily at the sight of my sudden confidence. The air seemed to grow thicker and heavier with every passing second, and for a moment I swear I could taste it. We held eye contact for a few more seconds before I was ready to run but before I could move an inch, I felt a tight grip on my hips as he aggressively brought me in for a heated kiss.

Breaking for a second at his request, he practically begged,

"If you don't fuck me right here right now, I'll never forgive myself for missing the opportunity."

His eyes were searching, hungry and desperate for me in this moment and I'll be damned if I miss it either. With that I placed myself atop of him and grinded ever so slowly, feeling him grow harder with every movement. Marking my kisses down his neck, biting and sucking every so often, he groaned and practically folded underneath my touch.

"y/n, please."

Shifting my grip to his belt, continuing with the teasing and taunting, I could feel myself throbbing a soaking through the lining of my pants as I made my way to getting him out of his. Breathing heavily, he moaned under my grip as I stroked him softly, begging me to give him more.

"You like it when I do that?"
"God... y/n, I need you..."
"Is that so?"

Pulling my panties to the side, I slowly straddled him. Giving him a slight tease.

"please."

I smiled cockily at him, he felt better than I had expected and I was far from disappointed, but I wasn't gonna break. But then, he gripped my waist so mean, forcing me onto him causing me to gasp loudly at the abruptness. Sighing with relief, he kept his place as I made my way on and off of him, doing all the work. Both breathing heavily, the room got hotter and we both got tighter as I kept the pace, sharing the pleasure.

Changing his grip to my ass, he supported me as he placed me on the edge of the table, thrusting harder and deeper with every stroke. Returning my abundance of love bites and hickeys on my neck, I was finding myself in more and more ecstasy as my moaning grew louder and more frequent under his touch.

"You're the best, y/n. I've been dreaming about this forever now; you underneath me. Pleasing you,"

Harder and harder, the table started to move with each thrust.

"the sounds you're making is like music to my ears."

The knot started growing in my stomach as I was brought closer and closer to the sweet familiar feeling. The climax, the grand finale. Finishing with one last,

"fuck!"

and a series of high pitched gasps and moans, I could feel my walls tighten around him inside of me as my body started to shake and go limp. He held me as it happened and enjoyed his part in it. Begging for air, I fixed my hair behind my ears as I tried to get back in touch with reality, or wake up from a dream I'm really gonna hate was only a dream. Hazily, I looked at him with the intense rise and fall of my chest, leaning back on the table.

"Pinch me, please."

Laughing, he fixed me up best he could, wiping his hands on his pants to clear the sweat. Offering me a hand, he pondered, also out of breath.

"Well, that settles that. Don't know if I'd recommend doing that with everyone."

Smiling at each other, giggling, there was a moment of sweet embarrassment between us.

"So,"

He started,

"How about you and I go get some coffee?"

Inquisitively, I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Like... a date?"

A large grin made its way onto his face as he thought about the prospect of having a situationship with me.

"Sure."