"Can you tell me like what was, like when you think about the deeply funny moments with Andre Braugher, who I love, and I'm so sorry for his passing and his loss. When you think about you and Andre and how you guys laughed together, what was the dynamic behind the scenes? Cause he's so good in the show, he's so poised. He's such a good actor..."
you’re distracted by Jake’s uniform— he’s distracted by you.
jake peralta x fem!reader. Dry humping w jake in his police uniform. Mdni; 18+
it’s rare when Jake gets to dress up in his full uniform, and it’s even rarer if he does, and is able to make it out the door in time.
to be fair, he really tried today. he had put on his cap and gloves, and was practically halfway out the door when you spotted him. the moment you see him with the all-black suit that was perfectly tailored to him, it’s not long before you’re right by his side with your arms wrapped around his neck. your faces are connected nose-to-nose as he jokingly states, with a wide grin, “the city needs me, baby.”
you smile too, a genuine one, and you can only respond to his ridiculous, yet familiar comment by planting a gentle kiss on his lips. It’s delicate, soft, and even innocent in some ways. A simple kiss goodbye. But all flies out the window when you slip a knee between his legs, pressing down as you breathe against his mouth,
“I need you more.”
you know he can’t say no to you— he never does. In a way, this has become a routine for the two of you. you ask, he denies, but in the end, he’ll always give into you. so he kisses you back, harder, quicker, large hands wrapping around the small of your back as your knee digs deeper into the crotch of his pants.
He pulls back when you begin to rub up and down, letting out a gentle hiss as he closes his eyes. His brows furrow for just a second, and then he laughs, a shaky scoff that vibrates within his chest.
“really don’t have time today, baby. gotta go to-“
“I’ll make it quick,” you pant in his face, looking up at him through your lashes. You place a quick peck on his reddened cheek, then his nose, and say, “don’t have to do any work, jakey, let me.”
He shuts up quick, though it was obvious, to you both, that he never planned on protesting against it much anyways. You unwrap your arms around his shoulders, turning around as you bend over at the waist. You wiggle back, just until your bare panties are met with a hardness through his dress pants. He curses under his breath, and it’s then that he knows he could never let you, his pretty baby, do all the work.
Your hands cling desperately onto the door frame as you begin to grind against him, lightly gasping as you feel him twitch through his pants. jake has to fight back his laughter, again, as he looks down at the sight in front of him, a twinge of pride blooming as he observes you trying your best to please yourself, to please him, but struggling with each short breath that escapes your mouth. He decides to let you try, make you work for it a little, at least for the moment, guiding your movements with a large hand on your lower abdomen to push your pelvis further into his groin.
you lift up your skirt to expose what’s left of your bare skin, and that’s when you hear him groan. Deep, guttural, and desperate. It’s the last thing you catch before Jake’s lifting you up from the ground, pushing the back of your head onto his shoulder with a hand around your neck.
“fuck that, baby, don’t worry, let me take care it,” he whispers, “I’ll take care of you.”
he begins to move, and you try your best to keep up with his firm and controlled shoves, but your feet are swinging mid-air while his metal badges dig harshly into your skin. it hurts, but his hard cock is rubbing at just the right spot, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure. An overwhelming flash of warmth travels down your body, and you could only squirm as his hot breaths brush the underside of your earlobe.
It’s still early in the morning, you suddenly remember, but you can’t seem to shut up when the rugged fabric of his pants is jutting fervently against your wetness. You squeal when his hand on your stomach pushes down onto your bladder, where a sneaky finger grazes your perked clit.
you yell suddenly, a little too loudly for a cheap apartment with paper-thin walls, and just then, you feel the inside of his police cap ram onto your face. his other hand wraps itself tightly around your waist to secure your position, and soon, all you hear is the rustling of fabric-on-fabric and jake’s quiet grunts.
you suddenly realize, you’re completely off the ground, trapped between the intoxicating smell of his shampoo and the hard shoves of his hips. you smile. you got what you wanted, like you always do.
“so good, jakey, feels- feels so good,” you mumbled incoherently. He chuckles with a huff, and knowing you can barely hear, asks, “yeah? feel good? want more? want me to give it to you?”
“yes,” you purr against the hard wall, nails scratching at the paint as you beg, “need it, please, please, need it right now.”
he continues grinding his clothed member into you with an unrestrained exasperation, letting his groans loose in the process, and when you manage to arch your back and meet his rough thrusts, he growls. With a final drive of his hips, the tight knot in your stomach snaps.
you writhe with a strangled scream as you cum, but Jake only holds you tighter, squeezing you to him as he drops the hat. He continues to prod against you sharply, while you snivel at the overstimulated pleasure pulsating in your pussy. You flail helplessly and your cunt flutters around nothing when he cums with a loud groan, and you tremble with a sigh as the dampness between you grow.
The two of you stay there for a beat, breaths becoming synchronized as you both come down from the dizzying feeling.
“you gotta stop wearing that uniform, jakey,” you manage to say after a while.
he releases you from his grasp, gently pushing you to the wall as he grabs a handful of your ass and pants into your neck.
“Never,” he breathes, tucking your hair behind your ear before placing a tender kiss on your cheek, “not if i get to do this every time.”
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a/n: “fuck the police” well yes! In more ways than one pls!
