Detective tension - Jay (AU)
Synopsis: Y/N and Jay work at the NYPD and get paired up for a new case. There's just one problem: Y/N can't stand him.
Content warning: P in V, light choking, tension, hard fucking, dom x sub vibes, anger, hate, yelling
In the five years you’ve been working for the NYPD you’ve caught 67 repeat criminals in the act, solved 165 cases, and became a detective inspector. Your career was going great by all means.
The only thorn in your side was the man who casually strolled through the office whilst looking like he owned the place. His black hair was immaculately styled and his signature brown suit was tailored and screamed money, so obviously everyone looked at him. Every woman wanted to get in his pants, every man wanted to be him. Everyone adored him. Everyone loved him.
Everyone but you.
Jay Park was the bain of your existence in the NYPD.
He was the one man in the office you couldn’t stand. Purely because he bested you at everything. He had caught 68 repeat criminals in the act - one more than you, and solved 166 cases in comparison to your 165. Every time you solved a case, he managed to find one to solve a day or two later. Every time you caught a repeat offender, he found another to catch himself. He was infuriating.
And now your boss had decided that you would be working a new case with him. With Jay Park. The man you despised.
And whilst you had vehemently argued, your boss didn’t take the bait so you were stuck with Jay. So when you came to work this morning you swore yourself that you would be quick about this case. You had a plan to get it solved as soon as you could so you could go back to avoiding Jay's presence as much as you could.
You were ready to confront Jay and set things straight to show him who was the boss in this duo, but he was busy flirting with yet another woman. A vein in your temple throbbed. He was infuriating. Every day he flirted with another woman. And it didn't even matter if it was a colleague, victim, or witness. And whilst you didn’t care usually, you were now a team - as much as you hated it.
So you walked over, smiled at the woman - your colleague from forensics called Chloe - and pulled Jay away from her without another word. He didn’t protest but his smirk widened when you shoved him into the office you would be sharing for the duration of your case.
“If you wanted me alone you could have said so,” he smirked and straightened his tie and suit.
You huffed a laugh and crossed your arms. “You’re the last person I want to have alone.” You took a breath. “But unfortunately we have a case to work together so I’m stuck with you for now.”
He smirked, leaned against the bookshelf behind him, crossing his ankles in a casual gesture, and looked at you. “So why did you pull me away into our office, partner?”
The way he said that word made your blood boil but you calmed yourself. He was not going to get under your skin. And you could not risk a disciplinary for murdering your partner on the first day. You'd risk everything you had worked for. And Jay Park was not the hill you would die on.
“Get your eyes off the women out there and focus on the case files.” You pointed at the pile of files on his desk.
Jay pushed off the shelf and took a step towards you. You didn’t budge. He was not going to get the upper hand in this.
“You can just say you’re jealous, Y/N. It’s a normal reaction. I know you want me.”
You blinked and burst into laughter. That was a ridiculous notion. You and wanting Jay? Jay Park? The hottest part of hell would have to freeze over before that would even cross your mind.
“Stop dreaming and get to work on the files,” you stood your ground and sat behind your desk, ignoring every further attempt Jay made at riling you up.
*****
Two days passed.
Then a week.
A month.
You made no progress in the case and you felt your frustration grow with every passing day. Not only that. You could feel Jay’s frustration grow. The man who had the calmest and most put together demeanor out of everyone you knew in the NYPD was starting to lose it.
The more you were around each other, the thicker the tension got in your shared office. People avoided the corridor outside saying that the area had become somewhat of a horror movie scene where it felt like something would jump at you at any minute. Some compared it to the feeling of being at a graveyard at 3am with the spirits of the dead. Even the night shift workers - the workers who had no fears at all - sat as far away from the room as possible.
You and Jay had gotten no closer to each other nor the solving of this case. It had been a miracle that you were both still alive. But every day it became more difficult to remain calm.
“Stop breathing for one damn minute, would you?”
You blinked, coming out of your thoughts of the most recent change in the case. Jay didn’t even look at you when he had spoken, still staring at the same board on the wall he had been staring a t for the past 30 minutes. Red strings connected bits of evidence and information. Black highlighter circled suspects faces. Jay's whole body seemed as calm as always. But his voice had been filled with annoyance.
“Excuse me?” You weren’t sure if you had heard him right. “You want me to do what now?”
He turned around, faster than needed and slammed his hands down on your desk. “Stop. Fucking. Breathing! I can’t stand the sound of it!”
Your heart raced, not because you were attracted to him or scared of him but because you started to struggle to keep your cool around him and were seriously considering if murder was on the table and you could get away with it.
You stood, placed your hands on the table like he had done - just more calm, and leaned closer to him. “I’m not just going to stop breathing, Jay.”
“Then turn away and leave. Or I…” He snarled and stopped mid sentence.
“Or you what?” You raised a brow in challenge, refusing to back down from whatever threat he was going to raise.
The tension in the room became thicker with each breath. He balled his hands to fists and you were ready to smirk and lean back, knowing he wouldn’t do anything given that he hadn’t moved an inch.
But then he groaned, whispered ‘fuck this’, grabbed your throat, and pulled your head against his to combine your lips.
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, he groaned again, deeper this time, and his grip on your throat tightened. You whimpered into the kiss at the sudden feelings that flooded your whole body and tried to shove him away but your attempts were feeble at best.
The moment his lips had touched yours your brain had stopped working and electric shocks ran through your system, pooling in your stomach, and making your legs feel weak.
You wanted to question why you were reacting this way. You hated him. More than you had ever hated anyone. But you couldn’t think about anything other than his hand on your throat and his lips bruising yours.
When he pulled away from you, his teeth took hold off your bottom lip and he pulled it before letting go of it. His hand on your throat didn’t move and he didn’t drop his gaze from your face when he moved around the desk.
“Sit.”
One word was all it took. There was no space for refusing his demand. That one word should have made you fight against him cause you didn't listen to anyone demanding you to do what they say. But your stomach dropped at his tone, your legs shook, and your brain still didn’t find the ability to go against whatever was happening. So you sat yourself on the desk and leaned your head back slightly to look up at him.
He stopped in front of you, his hand on your throat squeezing slightly whilst his legs pushed your knees apart to place himself between them.
“Good girl.”
His voice was deeper than usual and you couldn’t deny that it turned you on. You wanted to close your legs but his body stopped you. He turned your head to the side before his teeth scraped the skin on your neck. Softly at first but more daring with every second. He nibbled softly on one spot before biting down hard on a different spot.
You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth, and with every bite and scrape of his teeth you felt yourself get more and more wet. Jay’s hand squeezing your throat and his hips pushing against yours didn’t help the sensation.
“You’re infuriating, you know that?” he asked, his tongue circling a spot he had just harshly bit. “Showing up here every day looking like this.” His free hand slipped under your shirt and, without hesitation, pulled it over your head. He let go of your throat in the process and leaned away from you a little. “Looking like this and hating me for no reason.”
Your eyes and mind were clouded but your body knew what it wanted. And what it wanted was apparently Jay Park. So you grabbed his tie, pulled him close, and raised a brow.
“Stop talking.”
He smirked and combined your lips in another bruising kiss. It was all tongue and teeth, and fueled by desire and need.
Jay didn’t hesitate to get rid of your clothes and you didn’t wait either to remove his. And he didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees, smirk up at you, and devour you. His tongue lapped at you, his teeth scraped your clit every so often, sending you into a frenzy you didn't know existed. You couldn’t help but fall back onto the desk, your hand in his hair, grabbing him hard to push him closer against your body.
“Fuck-” You moaned loudly when his teeth carefully but your clit. “Jay this-” You broke off when his tongue pushed inside you.
Wet squelching noises filled the room whilst he enjoyed his meal and the longer he went on to eat you, the closer you came to your limit.
“Jay… I’m gonna-” You broke off again when he didn’t stop desperate you pulling on his hair to get him off you, and everything inside you broke. You came on his tongue and lips but he didn’t stop. He drank up everything you gave before he stood and pulled you off the desk.
“Turn around and bend over the desk.”
Your whole body was shaking from one of the best orgasms you’ve had so far but you slowly turned, your chest meeting the table’s surface.
“You better hold on tight to that table.”
You were still trying to process his words, your brain muddled from the high you were still sailing on, when he thrust inside you in one deep and harsh motion, pushing your thighs against the table and making you scream. Your arms stretched and your fingers curled around the edge of the desk.
“That’s it,” he groaned, deeply buried inside you. “Hold on tight.”
He pulled back until only his tip was inside you. One hand holding your hip, the other grabbing your hair, he slammed back inside you.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned, slowly circling his hips, making you feel every inch of his dick deep inside you. “So infuriatingly good.”
His thrusts didn’t slow down. His grip on your hips and your hair never loosened. Your moans didn’t get any quieter. Your legs shook with every thrust and your walls clenched every time his dick pushed as deep inside you as it possibly could.
“Jay-” Your voice was barely audible, too strained from moaning. Tears filled your eyes with every orgasm that came and that he fucked you through. Not tears of sadness or pain, but tears of ecstasy.
He smirked, and pulled out of you, leaving you to wince at the emptiness but not giving you enough time to complain before he pulled you up, and forced you on your knees whilst he sat down in your chair.
“Look at that face of yours,” he smirked and grabbed your chin. “So beautiful when it’s flushed with need and covered in tears of ecstasy.” He moved his hand to the back of your head and pushed you closer to his lap. “Clean me up, will you?”
Your eyes widened for the shortest second but your body reacted on its own and you immediately took him deep into your mouth. Jay moaned loudly and threw his head back whilst guiding you the way he loved it.
He didn’t tell you when he was close. He didn't tell you when he came. He just held your head down deep, releasing everything he had into your throat. Only when he stopped twitching did he let you go and only then did he look at you.
His cum dripped out from your lips and he smirked, using his thumb to gather some of it before he pushed said thumb into your mouth. “Don’t let it get to waste.” You moaned and closed your eyes whilst sucking on his thumb, the heat in your body returning despite never having really left but Jay immediately pulled it out again.
“Can’t get enough, huh?” He grabbed your chin again and bent down to your face. “Look at you and that freshly fucked face wanting more of me.” He licked his lips before he bit the bottom one. “My desperate girl.”
He kissed you again. This time in a soft and slow way that made your legs shake in a completely different way.
After the kiss he carefully pulled you up and sat you back on the desk, telling you not to move, before he moved over to his own desk and came back with some tissues. He slowly and carefully cleaned you, placing the odd kiss on your thighs whilst doing so.
“I still hate you…” you mumbled when you both were clean and got dressed - you with your back to him.
Jay chuckled behind you, before you felt his chest against your back and his hand back on your throat, pushing your head back so it hit his shoulder.
“If that helps you sleep at night, keep telling yourself that.” He bit the top of your ear in a way that felt way more intimate than anything you had just done. “But we both know that you want more of me.”
