Detective Yujin has been chasing leads on you for weeks. When she finally gets you alone in the interrogation room, the questions get personal… and the tension snaps. What starts as a tense standoff turns into something far more dangerous behind locked doors.
Answer the Question
Author: Fumiren
Genres: Smut, Police Detective AU, Power Imbalance, Interrogation Room, Enemies to Lovers Vibes
Tags/Warnings: 18+ explicit content, detective x suspect, rough sex, desk sex, interrogation roleplay, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, standing doggy, missionary on desk, creampie, dirty talk, light choking, spanking, multiple orgasms, consent within fantasy. Pure fantasy.
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The interrogation room was cold and sterile, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a headache. You sat handcuffed to the metal table, trying to look calm even though Detective Yujin had been circling you like a shark for the last twenty minutes. She was sharp in her crisp white blouse and tight black slacks, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, but those long legs and sharp eyes made it hard to focus on staying innocent.
“You’ve been dodging my questions for weeks,” Yujin said, slamming a file down on the table. She leaned over, palms flat, giving you a perfect view of the way her blouse stretched across her chest. “Answer me. Where were you on the night of the 17th?”
You smirked, leaning back as much as the cuffs allowed. “I already told you. Home. Alone.”
“Bullshit.” She straightened up, arms crossed. The room felt smaller every time she moved closer. “We both know you’re hiding something. And I’m not leaving until you give me the truth.”
The air crackled between you. This wasn’t the first time she’d dragged you in. Weeks of cat-and-mouse had built something thick and unspoken—stolen glances at crime scenes, her hand lingering too long when she patted you down. Tonight it finally broke.
Yujin walked around the table and uncuffed one of your wrists, but left the other attached. “Maybe you need a different kind of motivation,” she murmured, voice low.
Before you could respond, she grabbed your collar and kissed you hard. It was angry and hungry, all teeth and frustration. You kissed her back just as fiercely, free hand grabbing her waist and pulling her between your legs. She gasped into your mouth when you squeezed her ass.
“Fuck the questions,” she breathed, already unbuttoning her blouse. “I want answers another way.”
Clothes came off fast. Her blouse hit the floor, followed by her bra. You stood up, still half-cuffed to the table, and spun her around so her back was against the cold metal. You dropped to your knees and yanked her slacks and panties down in one go. Yujin spread her legs, one hand gripping your hair as you buried your face between her thighs.
She was soaked. You licked her eagerly, tongue sliding through her folds and circling her clit while two fingers pushed inside her. Yujin moaned, hips rocking against your mouth, the sound echoing off the bare walls.
“Shit—right there. Don’t stop.” Her detective composure cracked fast. She rode your face until her thighs shook, cumming hard with a choked gasp, flooding your tongue.
Yujin didn’t give you time to catch your breath. She pulled you up and pushed you back into the chair, dropping to her knees in front of you. Your cock was rock hard already. She looked up at you with those intense eyes as she took you into her mouth, sucking deep and sloppy. One hand stroked the base while her tongue swirled around the head. The sight of the usually composed Detective Yujin on her knees blowing you in the interrogation room was almost too much.
You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair. She took you deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping, eyes watering as she worked you closer to the edge.
“Not yet,” she said, pulling off with a wet pop. She stood up, turned around, and bent over the table, ass up. “Fuck me. Now.”
You stood behind her, gripping her hips and sliding into her tight, wet heat in one thrust. Yujin moaned loud, pushing back against you. You fucked her hard like that—standing doggy against the interrogation table. The metal creaked under her with every deep thrust. You reached around to rub her clit, spanking her ass when she clenched around you.
“Answer the question,” she gasped between moans, still playing the role even as you railed her. “Who were you with that night?”
You thrust deeper, hand coming up to lightly grip her throat. “You really wanna know while I’m balls deep inside you?”
She laughed breathlessly, then moaned as you hit a perfect spot. “Fuck—yes. Harder.”
You gave it to her, pounding into her soaked pussy until she came again, legs trembling. You pulled out and spun her around, lifting her onto the table. Papers scattered everywhere. In missionary now, her legs wrapped around your waist as you slid back inside. This angle let you see her face—flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with lust.
Yujin pulled you down into a messy kiss while you fucked her deep and steady. Her nails raked down your back. “Cum inside me,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to feel it.”
You couldn’t hold back. A few more hard thrusts and you buried yourself deep, groaning as you filled her with cum. Yujin came one last time with you, pussy milking every drop, her whole body shaking under yours.
For a minute the only sound was heavy breathing. Yujin stayed on the table, legs still loosely around you, your cock softening inside her. She traced a finger down your chest, a small satisfied smile on her lips.