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!
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?”
A/N: this is just a random idea that popped in my head after reading @flvvffy's soft sukuna post so i decided to write a jake version :)
w.c: 3.1k (not proofread)
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soft!jake who mumbles “morning..” against your hair before he’s even fully awake. doesn’t open his eyes, just pulls you in closer and buries his face into your shoulder like he can hide from the world there. if you try to get up too soon, he lets out a groan and quietly mutters, “five more minutes. you’re warm.”
soft!jake who doesn’t really think about it before reaching for your hand in public. it’s automatic at this point. busy street, slow walk in the park, grocery store line; doesn’t matter. it’s a comfort thing. he just feels better when you’re right there.
soft!jake who gets you things with him like it’s the most normal thing ever. if he’s going to get coffee he’ll get you your favorite order exactly how you like along with a little pastry he knows you like. when asked about it he just shrugs and says “why not?” and carries on with whatever he’s doing.
soft!jake who loves talking about you in the most casual of occasions. if captain holt mentions a documentary he’ll say “oh y/n’s into that too she was telling me about…” and he would ramble on his eyes lighting up with adoration because the memory is playing in his mind actively as he speaks.
soft!jake who randomly says ‘i love you’. You’re writing something on your laptop and you have that little furrow in your brows while focusing? ‘i love you’. you’re laughing at a silly joke he said? ‘i love you’. He just loves the shit out of you for simply existing.
soft!jake who loves holding you hand. if you’re next to each other your hand will be in his. lacing, unlacing, tapping, tracing shapes, feeling your nails under his fingertips (he likes the slick feeling of nail polish). it’s a comfort thing for him even if he doesn’t know it.
soft!jake who is more invested in your hobbies than you even though he doesn’t do them. if he find out you’re into painting he’ll spend nights researching it. his idea of researching painting by the way is watching bob ross videos. but still he’ll find you painting and ask if you’re gonna paint ‘a happy little tree’ there. Which is just sososo sweet ;(
soft!jake who reads books you’re reading so you guys can talk about it together. and when you figure that out you begin to read shorter length books knowing how short jake’s attention span can be. he also really gets into annotating because he saw you putting sticky tabs, highlighting, and writing down comments in your book. You’ll open up his book and just see random things like an arrow pointing to a certain paragraph and a bunch of ‘??????’ or ‘omg!!’
soft!jake who does the chores he knows you hate. he does the dishes/loads the dishwasher because he knows you think it’s icky touching all the dirty plates and getting prune-y hands from washing dishes. he takes out the trash because you don’t like the smell. he vacuums because he knows you hate the loud noise and he usually does it when you’re not home.
soft!jake who every once in a while, will pull you into a hug that’s tighter than usual. no jokes. no commentary. just silence and his arms around you like they were made to fit there. and when you ask what it’s for, he just says, “no reason. just… i needed to.”
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A/N: i really enjoyed writing this actually i might write more of it if i get more inspo soon :)
Happy pride month to the Bi-esties Jake Peralta and Rosa Diaz and them alone, never seen such iconic bisexuals who have literally no romantic subtext in any way shape or form anywhere again
I'm quite literally feral over the episode The Party where the squad is invited to Holt's birthday. It's such a great episode to rewatch, 'cause on the second watch it's so obvious how Raymond and Jake completely talked past each other
Jake seems excited about the party until Holt makes it sound as if Kevin is the one who invited them. He assumes this is Holt saying he doesn't want them there - an assumption most likely based in his daddy issues, given how much it bothers him. In reality, this is Holt trying to compensate for the fact that his husband did not and still doesn't want the squad there.
Holt tries to warn Jake about this when Jake insinuates that he and Kevin will get along. Jake instead assumes that this is Holt confirming he doesn't want Jake at the party and thus doubles down to prove to Holt that he's worth having around.
What instead happens is that Jake gets overzealous with impressing Kevin. It seems to work for a moment when he brings up the article on human trafficking and slavery. The topic most likely appealed to Kevin, as it seemed that Jake took an interest in academic discussions of anti-slavery and thus anti-racism, which would stand in stark contrast to his previous experiences with Raymond's colleagues. However he assumes his original preconceptions to be correct when Jake claims to have disliked the section that was anti-slavery. This is why he's so quick to question Jake's statement, and this is exactly why Holt didn't want Jake to try to impress his husband, 'cause he knows Jake tends to get overzealous and stick his foot in his mouth, and he also knows that Kevin is very protective of him and fed up with his bigoted coworkers from the past.
I just love how they made miscommunication work so beautifully in this episode, 'cause from every character's POV you can understand Why they interpreted that interaction completely skewed
