summary: based on s.1 ep.7, in which jake peralta arrests a man with zero evidence, and only has the comforting presence of his girlfriend to soothe his worries.
wc: 1k+
cw: suggestive comments.
These past 48 hours have maybe been the most miserable ones you’ve ever lived through. For the sake of staying professional, you don’t usually take cases with Jake unless Holt explicitly commands you to, but being in a relationship, that rarely happens. That gives you the honour of witnessing your boyfriend’s mistakes from a safe distance, and to receive pats on the back in forms of humiliating comments from Gina when it’s just a little too embarrassing to handle. Tonight though (or should you say the past two days), you can’t help but join in on the team’s disappointment.
One arrest made, zero evidence. And now, 48 hours until the perp is released.
On the bright side, your boyfriend is a cop too, so it’s not like he’ll be mad that you have to cancel your date. On the downside, your boyfriend is the one who got you in this situation, and now you’re mad that he didn’t just get your date cancelled, but got you stuck in the precinct for a little longer than preferable by anyone. Again with the brighter side though, at least you’re not in Amy’s position. In all aspects, not just the fact that her own date got cancelled with a man who won’t understand the importance of her job.
“I know he’s your boyfriend, but I want to slice a knife through Jake’s stomach and watch his guts leak onto the floor, then stuff them back into his body through his mouth.”
“Don’t worry, I’m mad at him too.” Rosa hums at your response to her comment, and the both of you stare as Jake rubs his eyes at his desk, speaking incoherently to himself. In front of him, Amy has already changed out of her pretty pink dress for the second time tonight and is glaring at Jake with an expression there isn’t a word for yet.
Jake pushes his chair away from his desk, eyes desperately searching around the bullpen. When Charles pops up by his side and Jake keeps searching, you know there’s only one person he’s looking for. You push yourself off the kitchen counter and begin making your way to the printing room, fully aware that Jake’s eyes will find you when you walk by. And of course, his footsteps begin to follow you the instant you pass his desk.
Jake shuts the door to the printer room behind him despite the glass windows offering zero privacy anyway, then brings his hands to your waist, eyes pleading for comfort from you even though he fully knows you’re upset with his actions too. But everyone makes mistakes, and Jake just so happens to be the unfortunate detective who made an arrest with zero evidence on a friday night. You open your arms, which he easily falls into, bringing his face in the crook of your neck, but all you can manage is a sweet “It’s okay baby, let’s just focus on the case and hopefully we can go home soon.”
Jake pulls away from the hug, face coloured in guilt. “See, I ruined your day too.”
“My day hasn’t been ruined, I was just looking forward to spending time with you.” Jake frowns, and you bring your hands down to his biceps, squeezing them once before letting him go. “Come on, we’ll solve this case and go home, okay?”
“Mine or yours?” He asks, hands sliding to your hips and squeezing them twice. “Mine, obviously.”
“Obviously.” He echoes with a quick tilt of his head. A small smile on your face has Jake quickly stealing a kiss from you, and he quietly repeats "Obviously." You nod, face becoming serious, and Jake purses his lips before leaving the room. You sigh, shutting your eyes for a short moment as you suppress a yawn, hands flying to cover your mouth. Jake better solve that case within the next twenty minutes, you think, otherwise you might be the person ending up in the holding cell. If Rosa doesn’t get to him first.
The second you leave the room though, you’re interrupted by Jake running past you with a thick folder. You return to the bullpen with wide eyes and high hopes, observing Amy in her clean suit and hoping she’ll be able to wear her nice dress again at some point. Though, in the mess of half eaten pies and the dark stain left on the bottom of the dress to mark the traumatic event, you doubt she will.
But of course, Jake always sticks to his word — even though he’s wrong the first or second or third time, and twenty minutes later everyone is dressed and ready to go home. While everyone stuffs themselves in the elevator, Jake chuckles, asking “So does anyone want to get drinks? On me?”
Rosa nods towards you, and Jake turns around to catch your eye as she calls out “We’re all still mad at you, but it’s only important for you to make it up to one person right now.”
“I’d like a margarita, please.” You request, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Jake breathes out a laugh, and he comes towards you to wrap his arm around your waist, bringing you close to him. “You can get as many margaritas as you like. Until — you know — you’re climbing on top of me and begging for all of this hot stuff.”
“That was really upsetting to watch.” Amy groans at Jake's crude gesture as the elevator doors begin closing with a squeak. Charles, with a wide grin, immediately retorts with “Their love is beautiful, you’re just upset that you’re not going to be making love to anyone tonight.” That triggers loud protests from the team, and you're suddenly happy that there isn't space for you and Jake on that same elevator.
You wait until the elevator doors have closed all the way before you turn towards your boyfriend, mumbling “Charles’s comment almost ruined it for me, and I hate to boost your ego, but give me two drinks and I will be climbing you like a tree.” Jake grins as you press a kiss to his cheek, then turns to catch your lips in a short kiss. “Hey, maybe we can have a quick trip to the file room, then the print room, then we go to the bar for those margaritas, and then back to yours?”
“We can skip a couple of those steps.” Jake smiles giddily, tilting his head to the side and suggesting “Skip the bar, you mean?”
summary: another unsolved case draws you back to the precinct in the middle of a night out, and after already having a couple of drinks, it's jake who needs to drive you home to get you into appropriate clothes for work
wc: 2.3k+
cw: jake is kind of pervy but sweet
“Okay, which one of you do I have to blame for being back here!?” You snap, dumping your little purse onto the table in front of you. Everyone in the briefing room turns at the sound of your expected presence, but instead of offering you an answer, everyone freezes. You cross your arms over your chest, watching in live action as at least three pairs of eyes trail to your chest. You instantly drop your arms. You’d spent more time getting ready to go out than you actually spent out with your friends, and a single message just so happened to be enough to pull you away from your first night out in weeks. Now, you’re stood in your place of work wearing tall boots, the tiniest pair of form fitting shorts you own, a revealing top, and of course a full face of smokey makeup.
“Not me.” Jake scoffs awkwardly, sliding his hands across the table in front of him and very guiltily looking around at his coworkers. He swallows thickly, eyes immediately returning to you. You huff, sliding into the closest seat and crossing one exposed leg over the other. “Eyes to yourself, Hitchcock!” You snap, scoffing with an eye roll. The old man turns away from you slowly, mumbling something under his breath. The others only turn their chairs towards you, and its only when you raise your eyebrows at them that someone starts talking. Unfortunately for you, that person is Amy.
“You look ready to go out!” She smiles, shimmying her shoulders slowly in attempt to be relatable. She catches her actions before anyone has to call them out, and lets her face fall, shaking her head. “I was out. And I was having fun and I was seeing my friends, and now I’m back here.” Charles squints his eyes at you, leaning closer to you. “Friends other than us?” He questions, and you throw your arms out, saying “Fucking obviously, Charles!”
You whine, lips falling into a pout, and Jake smirks from where he’s sat in front of you as you throw your head back. “This is so unfair, Jake!” Jake swallows thickly, feeling his heart thump aggressively in his chest at the way you whine his name. You lean forward onto the table in front of you, resting your chin on one of your propped up hands. “Someone’s already had a couple of drinks, huh?” Asks Amy, trying to lighten up your mood. Rosa laughs before you even answer Amy at the glare you shoot her, covering her mouth when you shoot “And what about it, Santiago? At least I’ve got some friends I can drink with.”
Amy nods curtly, leaning back in her chair as Sarge and Captain Holt enter the room for the briefing. You feel the Captain’s eyes settle on you immediately, and he keeps them on you as he begins “Apologies everyone, I know you all have places to be tonight, but Detective Peralta here seems to have made the mistake of making an arrest with no evidence on a friday night. As of now, we have 47 hours to find evidence. If anyone needs to go home and get changed quickly but is too... intoxicated to drive, let Peralta take you.”
Jake stiffens, and you instantly know that he wants to argue his punishment, but Captain Holt has already left the room. Jake spins in his chair, looking at you and asking with a nervous smile “You don’t happen to have spare clothes in your locker, do you?” You smile at him, enunciating lowly “I get to choose the music in the car.”
Rosa chuckles when you stand sharply, flicking your head as you spin in direction of the exit, then tightly grasp the back of a chair to stabilise yourself when dizziness overtakes you. “Woah.” She mutters, and you glance back to see what she’s talking about, but her eyes trail up your body to look at you with wide eyes as she asks “Sick tattoo.”
You twist your torso in an attempt to get a sneak peak of the ink on your skin as you thank her. You glance over to Jake and Charles, both of whom stand with their mouths agape, and you raise an eyebrow, barely prepared for Jake’s dazzling smile to return to his face with the overly excited comment of “Oh, you’re all tramped up!”
“Tramp stamp. You know I almost got one of those in…” Charles lets himself trail off when you all turn your attention to him, and he shrugs as an announcement that he has silenced himself. “Didn’t take you for the type to have a tramp stamp.” Jake says again, eyes flitting down to where your tattoo is no longer showing. Instead, he’s momentarily distracted by the sight of your breasts in the top you’re wearing. He clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Nah, it makes total sense.” Rosa denies, nodding your head at you. “It does?” Jake asks, and the woman shrugs, saying “Go partying with her once and you’ll see it.”
“Come on Peralta, you’re driving.” Jake scurries behind you when you spin around again, leaving the room. He grabs your forgotten purse on the way out, his eyes dipping down to your tattoo again.
When you both get in the car, Jake hands you the cable connected to his car’s radio, and whilst you pick the music on your phone, he risks a glance at you. Sure, Jake has always thought you were beautiful. After all, the man has basically had a crush on you since joining the precinct, but he’s never managed to see you all dressed up for a night out, because whenever the squad goes out, it's for a casual drink after work or an unexciting holiday. This isn't just hot though, it's almost unbearable for the man. “Sorry I ruined your night.”
You glance up at Jake, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile on your glittery lips. “I’m sure you can find a way to make it worthwhile for me.” Jake gulps, and you giggle to yourself, reaching over to increase the volume of the music you’ve hooked to the car.
When Jake parks his car, he watches you sling your purse over your shoulder, gathering all your hair in a ponytail to untangle it from the bag’s strap. He smiles when you push the door open, climbing out of the passenger’s seat, and his eyes go wide when your thighs separate from the leather seat, your shorts climbing up your legs.
“I’ll wait here!” Jake calls out, and you tilt your head to the side with an expression of disbelief. “Come on Jake, you know I’m going to take forever!”
Jake chuckles, then nods his head, joining you on the sidewalk in front of your building. He’s been here once, maybe twice before, and still, he’s impressed that you’re blessed with a functioning elevator that takes you to your apartment on the fourth floor. Under the bright lights of the elevator, Jake gets a better look at you while you stare at yourself in the mirror, playing with your hair and inspecting your makeup. He can’t believe you had the courage to step into your workplace like this, especially around the eager eyes of younger, uniformed policemen.
Not that you need to have courage to go out like this, Jake thinks, it’s just that you look dangerously stunning. And above all else, your shorts really are tiny, and not only do they show the lowest sliver of your back, where you have your tattoo on display, but they also show off the plump fat of your ass that peeks from underneath the fabric. The elevator doors open, and despite knowing which door leads to your flat, Jake accepts the way you grab his hand, leading him there yourself.
Yes, your apartment has more than one room in it, but you insist that Jake sits down in your room with you. He doesn’t know how you afford to live somewhere so nice, or to sleep on such a nice mattress, but Jake enjoys it while he’s there, watching as you go through items in your closet in a desperate attempt to find something to wear. You’ve done this today already, Jake can tell from the much flimsier items that are already on your floor. “Just wear the pants you had on this morning.” Jake suggests, smiling when you spin around your room, trying to locate them. He stands up, deciding to try and be of help, and he walks to your spacious bathroom.
God, he’s envious of this place.
His eyes almost instantly find your laundry basket, and he freezes at the sight of lacy panties dangling from its edge, and another pair on the floor next to familiar trousers. He doesn’t know why he hesitates like that, but he bends down to pick up your pants, feeling his pants tighten uncomfortably when he spots a bra not far.
Jake needs to remind himself that he’s a grown man. He’s seen underwear and naked women before, and this really shouldn’t be a big deal because none of it is sexual at all. But this stuff belongs to you, it has been on your body and who knows, maybe tonight a man was going to come home with you to take the next pair of lacy panties off your body if Jake hadn't stopped it from happening.
“Found them!” Jake calls, holding the pants up. You come running into the bathroom, leaning down to unzip your boots, one hand clutching Jake’s arm to keep you steady. You kick the boots into the bathroom somewhere, fingers immediately working at undoing your shorts, and whilst Jake respectfully averts his gaze from you as you undress, he knows there probably isn’t much more to see. It’s not like the shorts were hiding much.
Probably.
Jake catches onto your reflection in the mirror as you slide your shorts down your legs — whether that was a conscious choice of not, he’s unsure, but he does know that his mouth goes dry at the sight of you wearing simple black underwear. Unfortunately for him, it does uncover more than the shorts, but Jake forces himself to shut his eyes as you take the pants from him. Before today, Jake had never even seen you remotely dressed up (apart from that time Gina and Charles’s parents got married, but that doesn’t count compared to this), and now you’re standing in front of Jake in almost nothing. Pretty much.
“Okay, now all I need is a shirt. Easy, easy, easy, easy - fuck! Jake, I have nothing to wear!” The detective gently grabs you by your biceps, looking at you firmly. His eyes flit down to the smudged glitter around your lips, and he suggests “How about you sit and take your makeup off, and I can find you a top to wear?” You nod wordlessly, and Jake is surprised when you follow him back to your room, sitting down at your vanity to take your makeup off. In the meantime, he goes through your closet, surprisingly gentle as he handles each and every item of clothing. He finally lands on a top he knows he’s seen you wear to work before, so he offers it to you with hopes that you’ll accept it, but you don’t even check which item he’s given you before you’re sliding out of your shirt to put this one on. You clumsily reach for the tube of mascara on your vanity, and Jake furrows his eyebrows as you brush the wand through your lashes, thickening them with product.
Despite the extensive floor space in your bedroom, you almost slam straight into Jake’s chest when you get up again, apologising softly as you reach for your purse, emptying its contents on your bed so you can pick and choose the items you need.
“I’m sorry for ruining your night.” Jake repeats, his words softer now, more genuine. “Don’t worry about it, Jake.”
He doesn’t move from in front of you, taking all of you in. You somehow did a full transformation into professionalism in ten minutes, and Jake realises he likes this version of you more than the sexy one that had his dick hardening in his boxers, because this is the you he’s faced with every day.
“We should go.” Jake mumbles, but he doesn’t move, even when you lay a hand on his arm to nudge him. He nods, following you out of your flat. Just as you’re locking the door behind you, Jake’s phone begins buzzing. He picks it up and holds it to his ear, nodding along to whatever the person on the other side of the line is saying, and shortly after hangs up, even though he barely even said anything. He purses his lips into an awkward line, slowly looking at you, and you instantly know what has happened. “Don’t tell me.” You please, shoulders slumping.
“Rosa and Charles found evidence. They’ve finished the arrest.” Jake stiffens when you take a step towards him, letting your head slump against his bicep. He hears a mumbled “Nothing in my life is fair!” and can’t help but scoff in amusement.
“Hey, I can still try to make tonight worthwhile. A make or break, I think.” You lift your head up, gazing curiously at Jake. He shrugs his shoulders, thinking all or nothing, then reaches up to cup your cheeks, bringing you forward into a kiss. You gasp softly against his lips, bringing your hands up to his chest as you press your body against the man’s, letting him deepen the kiss as he pleases. When you pull away, you mumble “You know, you could’ve done this fifteen minutes ago an I wouldn’t have gotten changed for nothing.”
“Hey, don’t worry, I can help take those clothes off too.” You laugh at Jake’s comment, looking up at him curiously before fishing for your keys again. “Yeah? Come show me how.”
pairing: florida!jake peralta x reader
summary: jake peralta is just about done with florida. everyone in his neighbourhood is old, his job sucks, and there's nothing else to discover in town apart from the woman who lives across the street who he's never seen before. and discover her he does when she invites herself over to his outdoor jacuzzi.
cw: smut, hot tub sex, semi-public sex, pathetic!jake
wc: 3.5k+
It’s the end of the world.
Or at least, Jake can confidently say it's the end of his life as he knows it. Stolen from Jimmy Figgis, he can no longer say that he was at his lowest as a broke police office fresh out of the academy, he now finds himself in Coral Palms, Florida. If Figgis doesn’t end him, this definitely will. It’s only been a couple of months in this hellhole, and it seems that his neighbour has perfectly adapted to the land of the alligators, skipping along to his daily morning walks whilst Jake attempts not to drown himself in his hot tub or choke on a burrito.
Jake has a rough routine — work three days a week, pretend to go to work for another two whilst secretly working the case, come back home in the afternoons and spend it all getting his skin pruned in the water of his tub, hoping that the sounds of bubbles drowns out his cries. He’s kind to all the old ladies who live down the street, and has even spoken to them out of curtesy (he won’t admit that the primary cause is discovering all the gossip about people in town). He pretends to be the most confident Florida man around with his silver tips and Hawaiian shirts, though he hasn’t really seen any other men his age in the neighbourhood, because of course the DA stranded them in some old person neighbourhood. At least Holt blends right in, but he has to suffer.
The only person on his street that Jake believes he could have some sort of friendship with is the woman who lives in the house facing him. You’re a few years younger then him and live in this house rent free because your grandma passed it down to you when she passed — at least Jake’s been told by an old lady called Gloria, who also emphasised how disrespectful the makeover you gave the house’s interior was. Jake continues to convince himself that you believe in all the good things of the world, though in Florida, one could never really know.
He has only ever caught a glimpse of you when you happened to walk into the bathroom at the same time Jake was stepping out of the shower. He knew your bathrooms faced each other — which they definitely shouldn’t — but he assumed you used another one in the house since this one held no trace of life apart from a portrait Jake couldn’t clearly see from across the street. Not that he was trying to look into your house or anything.
Except one day, when Jake returns from the ATV shop riding his own vehicle, he finds his neighbour standing at her front door, holding a hand over her eyes as she squints at him despite standing in the shade. Jake feels his heart thump particularly strongly in his chest at the sight of a real woman, nothing like he’s seen since Brooklyn — in fact nothing like he’s ever seen in his life. You’re so Florida, Jake immediately thinks, so beautiful standing across from him, and most importantly, so very confident as you strut across the street directly towards him.
Jake swings a leg off his atv, landing on the floor and just watching as you make your way over to him, hips swinging. Your colourful beachy outfit is interrupted by your tall heels, breaking the illusion that you’re going out for a tan, but Jake doesn’t eliminate that option just yet because this is Florida.
“Hi.” You mutter, voice bright and smile beautiful on your face as you stop in front of Jake. Jake puts a hand on his atv, leaning on it as he says “Hey. About time I meet you, neighbour. I’ve gotten to know everyone on this street but you.”
“I guess our lives have clashing schedules.” You suggest, holding your hand out to him as you offer your name to him. Jake introduces himself to you, internally laughing at the idea of him having a schedule, because the only thing on his calendar at the moment is to survive. “I’ve been waiting to catch you, you know?” You start, and Jake’s mouth gapes open as you smile openly, telling him “I heard you have a jacuzzi.”
Jake stills. He has no idea what’s happening. You’re flirting with him for sure right, or are you just flirting so you can get in his hot tub? Or are you flirting so you can get in his hot tub so you can seductively remove your bikini and dump it onto the floor, staring at him with a very pointed look. Jake swallows thickly, nodding his head quickly. “Yeah I have a jacuzzi in my backyard.”
“Are you going to invite me there sometime?” You ask, and Jake immediately imagines your lips moving to say ‘so you can see my backyard?’ Wow, he has not spoken to a woman in embarrassingly long, he thinks. “Just come over any time, the door’s open for you whenever.” Jake sees the glint in your eyes light up, and he scrambles to make his point clearer. “You know, it’d be a shame if the only two people our age didn’t get to know each other, so… yeah.”
The detective expects you to immediately walk away now that you’ve gotten your invitation, but you cross one ankle over the other, clasping your hands behind you and saying “I’ve seen you around town, you know? I just didn’t know you were the man living in front of me.” Jake is pleasantly surprised that you’ve noticed him and remembered him, because he’s never seen you in his life. Maybe you’re a smart sneaker, because he knows that he would remember you for the rest of his life if he had. “Have you? Where?” Jake asks, running a hand through his hair in a poor attempt to play a nonchalant role.
You shrug your shoulders lightly, hands pressing against the sides of your thighs. “I guess I don’t really know, but I know I’ve seen you before. Look, I have to go, but I’m gonna take you up on that offer. Tomorrow, hot tub meeting.” You point a finger to Jake’s chest as you shoot him a pointed look before spinning away from him, guaranteeing that his gaze stays glued to you as you make your way to your car. Jake waves at you as you drive off before rushing into the house. His shirt is already halfway off as he stumbles through his front door, rushing to the closest bathroom so he can stare at his form. He curses loudly at his softer figure, then finds the closest spot spacious enough for him to get on the floor as do as many pushups as he can.
The next morning, Jake wakes up and repeats this act, whining like a child when his build isn’t the same as it was two months ago, when he was still living the active detective life. He debates going out for a run, but as he ponders to himself in the middle of his living room, his doorbell rings.
Jake almost chokes on his own spit when he swings the door open, eyes landing on your figure. All you’re wearing is a bikini and flip flops, and in one hand you’re holding your house keys and an iced coffee. Jake immediately makes way for you in the doorway so you can enter, and as you unblock his view of the street, he spots Holt and his walking group standing in front of Holt’s porch. They’re all staring at him with equally scandalous expressions that guarantee rumours being spread the next day, but for now Jake reminds himself that there’s a half naked woman in his house, and shuts the front door with a louder slam than necessary.
“The tub is outside, let me go put my swimming trunks and I’ll join you?” You nod at Jake, bringing the drink up to your lips as he quickly runs up the stairs. In his living room, you tap your foot, taking a look around. You could definitely snoop in this mysterious man’s house. What brings him to Florida? Does he have any family portraits? What are his interests? You hum, making your way into his backyard. The only thing he has there is the hot tub and a plastic bag attached to a hook on the wall acting as a trash can. You don’t hate it — after all, you’re only really here for the tub and its hot owner, because how else is a girl supposed to entertain herself other than by sleeping with her attractive neighbour.
You tug your bikini bottoms up your hips, turning your head back to catch your reflection in the window. You look good, so you really shouldn’t have any issues. Jake bursts through the door, joining you with a wide smile. He’s shirtless now, and you quickly scan his torso before tilting your head towards the tub. “Need help getting in?” Jake asks, stepping closer to you with a hand out. You gladly take it, stepping up on the single step outside the jacuzzi so you can swing a leg over its ledge and into the water. Your grip tightens on Jake’s hand as your leg dips deeper into the water, trying to find the step there. You gasp loudly, overestimating how close the step is to you, and Jake’s second hand immediately comes to steady your waist.
“The ledge is a little low, careful.” You breathe out a laugh when your foot finally lands on a flat surface and you swing your second leg up to climb into the hot tub. Jake follows immediately after, a kind smile on his face. He hasn’t had company in so long, and maybe he should have tidied up his living room before inviting you over, but you’re here now and you’re looking at him with such a kind gaze.
“So, what do you do?” Jake asks, and you shrug lightly “A little bit of everything. I’m a bartender, but my real passion is shopping. What brings you to Florida?” The witness protection programme, Jake wants to immediately say, but instead her leans his head back and stares up at the bright sky. “The beach, mostly. Want to live that easy life, you know?”
You listen to everything Jake has to say, asking about his worries and sorrows, and Jake feels that he can truly open up for the first time in months, not having to try to impress anyone or let Holt down. And though Jake suspects you had planned on coming here and seducing him, you nod along to everything he says and offer advice, laying a hand on his bicep and promising that he can always come to you for help — that you could really use his company.
“Seriously, Jake. On days you struggle to take care of yourself, I can help, okay? In any way, shape or form.” And there it is. Jake doesn’t know what it is about that moment that makes him need you so desperately. Is it the care you offer, or the sympathy in your eyes? Is it the genuine way you’ve said the words ‘in any way, shape or form’? Whatever it is, it has Jake hardening in his swimming trunks and echoing “In any way?” Maybe this was your plan all along, but you nod, reaching a hand out to rest on his shoulder and Jake is slapped in the face with the revelation that the only orgasms he’s had these past couple of months have been at his own hand, over a shameful magazine that he doesn’t even bother to hide under his bed or in his drawer. It probably lies on his sheets with cum rendering his favourite pages hard and stiff.
So without wasting any more time, Jake is reaching out to you, both hands clasping onto your hips and dragging you through the water until you’re close enough that he can kiss you roughly. You let out a little moan as your lips hit his, one hand coming up to cup his jaw as you gradually deepen the kiss, your legs coming up to straddle Jake in the water. It’s difficult for you to stay in place as the man kisses you eagerly, but his strong grip on your hips keeps you firmly planted above him, and he groans deeply when you push yourself down to grind your bikini clad core onto Jake’s erection.
“This is what you need help with?” You ask with a furrow in your brows, sympathy painted across your face as you bring a hand down to palm Jake over his shorts. He nods, voice becoming desperate as he brokenly confesses “Haven’t fucked anyone since I moved to Florida.”
“Oh honey, you can fuck me as much as you want, okay?” Jake gasps at your words, eyes widening when you reach behind him to turn on the hot tub’s bubbles, which will hopefully mask enough noise for neighbours not to wonder too hard about what’s happening. You bring your hands back, unravelling the little bow that holds your bikini top together, then pull the fabric over your head and letting it float away in the jacuzzi as Jake brings his hands to your newly exposed tits. He squeezes them firmly, bringing his thumbs to run over your nipples as you continue palming him. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that.” Jake admits, but to his dismay you furrow your eyebrows and bring your face closer to his, loudly asking “What!?”
Jake shakes his head in amusement, bringing a hand down to wrap his fingers around your wrist to halt your movements as he repeats loudly “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that!” You giggle sweetly, bringing your hand up Jake’s chest and leaning down to kiss him softly. Jake looks down into the water, struggling to see anything through the bubbles though he shimmies his swimming trunks down his legs, letting them join your bikini top somewhere beneath the bubbles.
He watches as you lick your lips, submerging a hand beneath the water to wrap your fingers around his dick, feeling for how big he is before you slowly begin jerking him. Jake scoffs, bringing a hand down and wiggling his fingers into you bikini bottoms, two thick fingers delving between your lips to find your clit, which he rubs slowly and teasingly. You gasp softly when his fingers find your clit with surprising ease, and you let go of his cock to push yourself away from Jake. His face grows confused as his fingers slip away from you, but he grins when you sink deep into the jacuzzi, hiding your bare chest in the water as you manoeuvre yourself out of your bikini bottoms. You swim over to Jake in one short stride, wrapping one arm over his shoulders whilst you bring the other one down to grip Jake’s thigh, trying to stabilise yourself on top of him.
“Need help?” Jake asks as your arm tightens around his shoulders in an attempt not to be swayed by the jacuzzi’s bubbles. You nod, moving your hips around to try and catch the tip of Jake’s cock, but Jake steadies you with one hand on your hip, his other hand guiding his cock into your entrance. Once the tip catches, you slowly sink down onto him, mouth immediately dipping open as you take him in. On the other hand, Jake squeezes his eyes tightly shut, hands gripping the meat of your waist to stop you from moving as he tries adjusting to the feeling of your walls hugging him warmly.
You press kisses onto his cheek, trailing towards his lips, and Jake puckers his lips just as you catch them, openly moaning into your mouth. The sound builds heat in your tummy, and you experimentally roll your hips forward, almost smiling into the kiss when Jake’s mouth opens as he gasps, letting you lick into his mouth. He makes a dirty little sound as he glides his tongue against yours, bucking his hips up into your cunt. He feels really good against you, but the sloshing of the water around you with the bubbles is almost working against your pleasure.
Clearly, Jake feels it too, because after some desperate bucking and grinding, Jake huffs, arms tightly wrapping around you as he stands up in the jacuzzi. You gasp as his cock is immediately driven further into you, and he places you on the thick edge of the hot tub, arms still secured around you so you don’t fall as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. You curse loudly as Jake immediately begins hitting a better spot inside of you, the jacuzzi’s water sloshing around with each of his thrusts and soaking the fake grass that covers his yard.
You’re instantly grateful for the loud sound of the bubbles when a near pornographic moan leaves you, but Jake — whose ear is pressed close to your mouth — feels himself twitch inside you at the high pitched sound. “Feel so good-” You gasp, rolling your hips to meet Jake’s thrusts. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Jake grunts, a hand slipping underneath your thigh to hike your leg up his hip. You find Jake’s gaze, and he bites his bottom lip when he meets your eyes, hips faltering when a wet hand hikes up his back to play with the hair on the back of his head. He leans down to kiss you sloppily, and you’re glad to reciprocate in this mess of lips and tongue and saliva as Jake lets go of your thigh to rub your clit.
You clench tightly around Jake’s cock and he grunts, slightly pulling away from the kiss to ask “You gonna cum?” You almost laugh at how pathetic he sounds, but you’re too busy fluttering your eyes shut as you squeeze your thighs, making a pleasured noise. “Yeah, okay.” Jake mumbles, throwing his head back as though it would stop him from coming on the spot. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He adds with a whine, and the second you drag a hand down his chest, nails gently scraping his skin, Jake is releasing ropes of cum into you, feeling too good to worry about not having asked if it was okay.
The response you give him is better than he could have hoped though, because your thighs suddenly squeeze him and your cunt clenches around him, a moan so loud leaving your lips as you cum that Jake’s eyes widen and he slaps a hand over your mouth. At the feeling of his hand over your mouth, your eyes snap open, clouded with a look of lust Jake can’t comprehend. He pulls out of you slowly, removing his hand from your mouth only for you to launch yourself at him, kissing him deeply.
Jake is convinced he’s going to pass out, because he’s already growing another erection at the feeling of your body pressed against his. His hands run down your back to grope your ass, and you break the kiss, pulling away from him with a wide smile as you announce “Second round at mine.” Jake shakes his head, leaning in close to you and yelling “What!?” But instead of repeating your words, you cover your tits with your hands, looking around the hot tub for your bikini. When you find each piece, you quickly throw them on, tying sloppy bows on the top before jumping out of the tub. Jake puts his swimming trunks on, and you’re both soaking wet as you cross his leaving room to get to the front door.
You’re too excited to get to your second location to worry about the fact that you’re not wearing any shoes, and Jake covers his erection with both hands as he crosses the street with you, unable to help himself from pressing his front against your back as you unlock your front door. The second you’re in the house and the door shuts, you’re pulling off your bikini again, dumping it straight onto your hardwood floor despite the way it’s seeping water.
Again, Jake mimics your movements, barely having any time to scan your living room and think about how much nicer your place is than his (probably because you actually care) before you’re pushing him down onto the couch and climbing on top of him. Like this, Jake believes he could last a few more months in Florida, but he doesn’t have time to think about that before you’re sinking on his cock once more.
Yeah, Florida it is, and he doesn’t care how many old ladies talk about how you’ve definitely fucked. Even when one of these old ladies is Holt, who begins dropping hints in their next conversation. And when Jake will try pretending he doesn’t know what Holt is on about, the Captain will add “Your hot tub isn’t nearly as loud as you think it is.” But it really won't matter, because when he reunites with Charles, he'll be able to tell him he had sex in a hot tub.
hello everybody, may i present to you the fic i wrote yesterday/today that i am quite proud of. standing at 3.5k words, she is a jake perslta fic set in the florida witness protection pipeline and i love her
no BUT imagine being friends with Jake Peralta and having sleepovers and then being both Swifties still be up at 3.am singing at the top of your lungs like
"I LIKE SHINY THINGS BUT I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS"
and then fall asleep exhausted while watchig a movie eating ice cream
