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.”
thinking about how rosa never got to meet captain kim.
“dude, it's just, our captain's a man, our sergeant's a man. every superior officer i've ever had has been a man. it just seemed cool to work for a badass woman like hawkins for once, but whatever, i'm good.”
