#jacob peralta x reader

[silentstyx]

We Were Jet-Set, Bonnie and Clyde

sum! Make them pull off a heist.

tw! jacobs skinny jeans.

yall i saw this on perchance.org and had to do this bro like you alr know. ALSO IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

So this is how you were gonna meet his friends, through a game?

"It's not a game! It's a very specific routine we do every Halloween. We become criminals." He said all of this with no underlying joking tone. Just an 'evil' smirk. Finger tips touching each other as he rests his forearms on the table as he tells you his plan.

"Ah so New York's Finest are really the worst ones, hm? You become criminals annually?" You say jokingly, only he didn't find it funny even a little bit.

His shoulders slumped as he let his bottom lip pout the tiniest bit, his voice becoming whiny as well, "Do you wanna help me or not?!"

You only could chuckle at the sight. He looked so adorable when he was frustrated.

You let out a dramatic sigh, a playful smirk staining your lips, "Fineee, I guess I'll help you publicly embarrass your coworkers."

His pout turned to a smile of amusement and pure joy, "Perfect!"

So the plan was...

The award was to be held in a plastic box again this year. You didn't work there so buy a janitor costume, they'll never realize. Except, they can check purchasing history at the station. So you bribe a janitor-

"We're taking the clothes off of a janitor's back?" You ask with faux-concern, "Why don't I buy janitors costume at like a costume store thats like an hour away if you're so concerned about it? I'll use cash."

You could've sworn his eyes lit up when you said that.

The day of the heist went just according to plan and you had the award the whole time until the last 30 minutes when you pawned it off to Jake, where he kept it in his desk (a place no one would dare to go or search). It was perfect. He played dumb and was as feisty as ever, acting like he had no idea where the trophy could possibly be. That Holt must have the award because who else would?

After the heist was officially over and he was bragging about winning is when they all started asking questions.

"How'd you even pull this off, we checked all around your desk and you're wearing skinny jeans so you can't hide anything?" Rosa asked, arms crossed.

"Well first of all, was it necessary to bring up my super cool and super stylish jeans?" He playfully whines, "second of all, let me show you my partner, in more ways than one."

He points to you and you stopped the fake sweeping you were doing in the corner, taking the hat off. You smile at them and wave, "Nice to meet you all! Jake has said so much about you."

[wyniepooh]

Like a fucking dream i’m living in

jake peralta turns into a thief for you.

Perv!peralta x reader. When Jake and reader temporarily live together, reader’s things suddenly begin to go missing. Mdni; 18+

you first noticed the lingering glances.

you tried your best to avoid peralta in the late night, walking on tip-toes and staying confined in your room for as long as you could bear. You had already done him a huge favour by inviting him to live in your apartment while he searched for his own, so you figured it was best to keep things at least somewhat professional.

Still, the apartment wasn’t that big (it was New York, after all), and despite your best efforts, you encountered him more than you would’ve liked.

You’d often catch him in the kitchen late at night, pouring himself a glass of water while you awkwardly approached to grab a quick snack. The interaction is silent, and yet you were always uncomfortably alert. You didn’t need to look over at him to feel his gaze falling down your body, his gaze focusing primarily on the mound of your chest peeking through the thin pyjamas.

you took note of his loose grey sweats and the casual white tee he wore so well, but you were careful to not show your interest— even if he was obvious with his. The interaction would end almost as quickly as it started when he’d awkwardly raise a hand in greeting before retreating back to his guest room.

then, it was the persistant touching.

You’d be struggling to grab a cookbook perched on the top shelf of the cabinet, and before you could even ask for help, Jake is behind you, lowering the book with a soft hand on the small of your waist. “Thanks,” you’d mutter, eyes fluttering all over his face, and he’d say nothing except flash you a crooked grin.

Once, you were heading out for drinks and right before you could reach the door, he called your name with a tone of rushed urgency.

“wait, uh, you got a little…” he pointed to the corner of his own lips.

You quickly reached up to wipe away whatever was on your face, but after multiple attempts, he insisted it was still there, and so he walked over and slyly swiped it away with his hand. The pad of his thumb stayed on your lips longer than necessary, his eyes on yours longer than needed, and when he finally pulled away, you swear his fingers were squeaky clean.

your last straw was when your things began to disappear.

They were small things at first— the pen you used for all your police paperwork, the bowl you used every evening for dinner. Then, the casual robbery escalated to your bedroom.

The lace bra you wore on special occasions, the skimpy pair of panties you had hidden away deep in your drawer. There could only be one culprit, you knew that, and yet, you didn’t feel a need to confront him.

Instead, you began to wear the bra you normally wouldn’t wear on a random Tuesday, making sure the delicate lace trim was visible through your low-cut tank top. You reciprocated the endless touching; a light touch on his bicep as you laughed at his joke, or a press of your ass against him as you reached for a spatula.

You were more on edge than you had ever been, but there was always a delicious thrill that ran down your spine the second you both came home to resume the unspoken game.

You had almost forgotten about everything tonight, coming back late from a meeting that had drained the energy out of you. But on your way to your room, you couldn’t help but take an extra step towards the guest room. A sliver of dim light was visible through his half-closed door, and while you couldn’t see him, you heard him.

You hadn’t gotten any for longer than you’d like to admit, but you were still able to recognize the sounds of sex, all sloppy and dirty and wild. Except there was only one voice, one tone in the string of moans that escaped through the cracks and into your perked ears.

“Uh- fu- fuck, yeah, just like that.”

You remained frozen in shock for just a moment, staring at the door, then, through a sudden burst of adrenaline, you shifted your head until Jake finally came into view.

He was sat on the edge of the guest bed you had meticulously made that very morning, except now the sheets were wrinkled and undoubtedly covered in his sweat. Jake’s head was thrown back in a fit of indulgence, his eyes squinted closed as if the pleasure was painful to even think about. Your quiet breaths hitched as your eyes trailed down his open button-up, soft abs decorating his torso.

Then, you saw it. A pair of black panties, your panties, scrunched up in his left hand as his right pumped up and down his length. Rather than feeling disgusted or relieved that you had finally caught the thief using your expert detective skills, something much more dangerous was growing in the pit of your stomach.

You found your breaths linking up with his as they got more frantic, more hungry for a release that could never be matched to that of his imagination. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as he vocalized his thoughts, muttering your name as he pleaded, “please, just give it to me,” and “show me how much you want me, baby.”

You almost gasped when he loudly groaned one last time, his whole body shaking stiffly as he came, short spurts of white falling where your panties were now wrapped around his cock. You were carefully observing the way the aftershocks came over his body— heaving breathing, faltering hands, when suddenly, he turns his head.

He looks directly at you, and for a moment, panic flashes over his eyes as if he’s waiting for you to yell, to scream, to burst into the room and ask him what the hell he’s doing. But you don’t do that, and soon, any signs of anxiety dissipates from his eyes. There was only desire in his gaze, a heat that was dark and brewing and matched the one between your legs, begging to spill over.

As a corner of his lip lifted up casually, yours did too, and you knew, if you didn’t make the first move now, he was about to.

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A/n: officially on winter break from school so I’m locking in on this acc (I’m lying.)

[butterphii]

Just Us

Go Along (Part 4)

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TW: Fake relationship, friends to lovers, mostly fluff, sexual tension, Jake jorkin' it, Jake letting you watch him jorkin' it, reader jorkin' it for him, pet names, a little bit of ignoring, cussing, cum eating, probably some I forgot..

Note: Last time, thank you to @anyalikeslasagna for helping me so much with this series and for being my like..best friend the past month or so. Wouldn't even be writing this without you, lol. Love ya!! Enjoy, lovelies! ♡♡

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

You woke up to the sound of your bedroom door opening. You opened one eye to check the time: 2:35 A.M. What the fuck? You thought, closing your eyes again and pretending to sleep.

Jake groaned as quietly as he could when he saw you still asleep. "Baby, wake up." He whispered from your doorway. You chose not to act like you were waking up and continue the act. You heard him sigh and step closer to you.

He picked you up carefully and slowly, moving you closer to the wall. You tried to keep a straight face when he stepped into bed behind you, curling his arms up around you. You could feel him getting harder with each breath.

"I'm sorry about last night, baby. I was being rude. I really do like you, like, a lot. I just don't want to ruin what we have, ok? I know you're asleep and can't hear me right now, but, I think I love you. You're the woman of my dreams, basically." He cleared his throat, pushing his hips into yours, his aching bulge pressing against your cheek.

You opened your eyes, pretending like you didn't hear him just confess his love for you. "Jake, what are you doing?.." You said, voice groggy even though you've been awake. "Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep. You just looked cold." He lied.

"Well I'm not. You can go if you'd like." You replied, acting like you're still angry about the night before. "Be quiet." He growled into the side of your neck, where he pressed a kiss before pushing one of his legs between yours.

Your cheeks got hot and your eyes widened. "Jake, I-" You stuttered. "Quiet, baby. Go back to bed." He whispered against the back of your ear, feeling you shiver underneath him. "O-ok.." You whispered back, trying to suppress the feeling of your core pounding with anticipation and need.

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The next morning when you woke up, you still found your body tangled with Jake's, but he was already awake. His breathing was heavy and shaky. "Good morning, Jake.." You grumbled. "Oh- Fuck, shit, shit, shit.." You heard him groan back, his voice a mix with a whimper.

"You ok?.." You asked, worried. "M-mhmph.." He tried to keep his voice at a low pitch. You turned your head and looked down to see what he was doing. You couldn't quite see it, so you turned your body, legs still wrapped around Jake.

"Oh my god." You gasped when you noticed what he was doing. He was jerking off, literally on you, because of you. "I- Fuck, I'm sorry-" He tried to grumble out, but you could tell he was reaching his breaking point.

You reached your hand down, letting your fingers rest between the bumps of his knuckles. "Can I?.." You asked softly. He nodded eagerly. His fist moved out of the way, and you could finally get a view of his size. It was a lot bigger than anything you'd seen before, but you expected it from him when you felt him get hard on you multiple times before.

Your hand moved up and down the veiny rod. You bit your bottom lip when's Jake's head leaned back, his Adam's Apple bobbing when you made him groan by using your other hand to massage his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, shit, shit-" He tried to warn you before his length spat out milky ropes of spend. You gasped when a few littered your hand, some still leaking out of the tip when you tilted Jake's head back to you and made him watch as you stuffed your fingers into your mouth, moaning when the sweet taste surrounded your tongue.

Jake leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a glazed kiss. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, begging to be let inside, as if he had been waiting and waiting to do this forever.

Your tongues clung together, dancing in a spicy tango of sweet, heady cum and warm saliva, the two mixing together to create a perfect blend of both of your bottomless sexual desire for each other. "I've been waiting for this a long time, Jake.." You panted out between kisses. "Me too, baby, me fuckin' too." He pulled your hips to his, grinning when you moaned into his mouth when his hard dick slipped between your legs, sliding across the wet spot in your silk panties.

You smiled, one hand on his jaw and the other the back of his head, when his alarm blared. "Fuck, I have work today." Jake groaned angrily. You panted when he stepped up from the bed, tucking himself back into his boxers, slipping on his pants and picking up his shirt before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead as a 'goodbye'.

"Love you." You smiled before he walked out of your room. "Love you, too." A hearty chuckle escaped his lips as he walked down your hallway, front door clicking when he left. This time, you knew it'd be different. You knew he liked you back and you knew he'd come back. All you had to do was wait.

[that-one-fangirl69]

I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????

SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"

[mw00nie]

soft jake peralta ♡

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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 :)

[red-bullqueen88]

-no limit-

The feeling of his fingers going in and out of me, with such soft movements. The knowing of how his hands are able to make me become undone undemeath him.

The feeling of his sweet whispers of nothings in my ear as he fucked me slowly enough to keep on edge and begging for him to make me cum, begging him to mark me his with his seed as it filled me.

Then pressing a slow and longing kiss on my forehead, whispering "god, you’re perfect".

My mind was in another world at this moment, the cold bed sheets were no longer touching my back but his.

The sweat of mine and his dripping down our bodies as he holds me, the feeling of him still lingering inside me. I feel him twitch as he fills me, oh how I want this man for the rest of my life.

I love him and his body too much.

xoxo 💋

[lilborealis]

Things I think are Jacob Frye coded because I was bored (and I miss him)

-Literally almost any arctic monkeys song

-The Strokes

-root beer floats

-Rosa Diaz and Jake Peralta from Brooklyn 99

-The Road to El Dorado (the Disney movie)

-Flynn Ryder, specifically the smolder scene from Tangled

-Football (Soccer) chants, specifically “Lizzie’s in a box”

-buzzfeed unsolved

-puppet history

-Ken from the Barbie Movie

-I’m Just Ken from the Barbie movie

-the beach off scene from the Barbie movie

-these gifs

[deadqueerboys]

What are you doing here? - Jake Peralta x Male! Santiago! Reader (One Shot)

"Heyy, hi handsome, how are you?" M/n smirked as he sitted on the chair beside Jake's desk.

Jake looked at the unknown man with a soft smile. He seemed kind of drunk and flirtious. "I'm okay." His smile growed. Nobody was around him, and he didn't look like a future prisoner.. but Jake always decided not to judge him, as they barely met. "What are you doing here, huh?"

"My name is M/n McClane, I'm a secret.." He got interrupted.

"This is M/n. He is my brother, we went out to drink.. He thinks he is on Die Hard. My brother is the 'creative person' from my family.." Amy rolled her eyes while making M/n walk with her until they got in the elevator. He winked at Jake, smiling one last time before they both left the place.

[therealwriter17]

Wow guys it has been a MINUTE (cough two years cough cough)! I can officially say it though, I am making a COMEBACK!

I’m going to make an effort to write one thing a week (hoping for more but I procrastinate horribly so I’m setting a low bar for myself), whether it be a one shot/imagine, a poem or just a lil snippet of a story that I think up. Mark the date people, February the 7th, I am MAKING THIS COMMITMENT. I need to bring my creativity back into my life because it has been sorely missing! Let’s see how I do folks…

WISH ME LUCK! (And maybe drop a follow? It may motivate me more to know that people may follow along x)

P.S. I’ll make a separate post listing the fandoms i writ for tomorrow, it’s ridiculously late I got to sleep (some are listed in the hashtags) xx

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

male reader x dean drabble . . .

male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .

even more hateful sex with dean . . .

dean’s a bit too big for you . . .

- Sam Winchester

dean winchester x male reader drabble . . .

dean thought you were dead . . .

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

sam with a biter bf . . .

fucking sam while he’s reading . . .

top sam winchester x male reader drabble . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .

male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

fucking crowley on his throne . . .

- TFW

smut headcanons . . .

tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .

- MSLNS

male reader x destiel drabble . . .

male reader x destiel smut . . .

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

frotting with house . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

nsfw headcanons . . .

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

bucky wants you. he wants you, bad . . .

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (PLOT.)

- Franklin Nelson

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell . . .

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

- Newt Scamander

- Jacob Kowalski

- Tina Goldstein

- Theseus Scamander

- Aurelius ‘Credence’ Dumbledore

- Albus Dumbledore

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

© godjustkys ©

[wyniepooh]

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer

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!

[butterphii]

Just Us

Separation (Part 5)

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TW: Fluff, apologies for ghosting, ghosting 😔, sadness, oral (f receiving), apology sex (oral), dirty talk, alcohol consumption, probably more also..

Note: I am so sorry this is so late! I might not release the next part tomorrow, maybe the day after. I've been really busy lately, and I'm really sorry. Though, I hope you still enjoy!

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

It's been days since you've seen Jake. All days you've been fairly upset. You know it was just because it was too awkward to see each other and hang out together, after everything that happened thst morning.

Your phone buzzed. With anticipation, you picked it up, expecting an apology text from Jake. But it was just a text that said "im outside, let me in", but atleast it was from him.

You stepped off the couch, bare feet padding against the hard wood floor. You smiled before opening the door.

"Hello, Jakie." You smiled sarcastically. "Hi, baby. I-I'm sorry I-" He tried to speak before silencing himself against your lips, pressing a deep, passionate kiss to them before pulling away, dropping his computer bag on the floor, fresh off work.

"Jake, can you just say you're sorry?" You giggled when his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands rested on the back of his neck, fingers twirling in his thick curls. "I'm sorry, baby. What I did was wrong, I love you, I'm sorry." His hands slid up your shirt, his fingers running up and down your spine.

"That's fine, I guess.." You grinned, pulling his head down to kiss him. His hands slid their way to your upper thigh, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him as he maneuvered his way to the couch you had just been sitting on moments before.

He kissed you softly at first, sitting you down on his lap. It was as if he was saying sorry with his kisses. He started to get rougher as you kissed back.

Jake's tongue shoved its way down your throat, letting you know you were all he wanted, and nothing else would be for him. You smiled when he sat you down on the couch, lifting up your shirt, pulling it off and kissing down your neck. His lips made their way to your breasts, kissing in-between them before moving down, whispering soft compliments when he reached your stomach.

He made his way to your waist, looking up at you to make sure it was ok. You nodded quickly, back arching off the couch already when he hooked his thumbs through the straps of your now soaked thong and yanked them and your shorts off. He pretended he didn't notice that you had a tattoo with a J and a heart next to it on the side of your tailbone.

He smiled when he looked at your pussy. He looked up at you one more time before pushing his head down into you, tongue delving into your core.

One fist of yours gripped the couch, the other burying itself into his puffy hair. You moaned out a long sound, then his name as you leaned over the edge of climax already.

"Jake! Please, fuck!" You squealed. He groaned a soft agreement, lapping at your folds lovingly. He growled when he felt your slick juices cover his chin, throat rumbling against you.

You moaned loudly, "Baby, I'm gonna cum!", when Jake stared into your eyes as you exploded into a pleasured mess. He stared as you shook and pulled his hair, back arched wildly off the couch and eyes tightly shut.

He continued to lick and slurp until he could tell you needed a break. You panted heavily when he lay on your chest, ear pressed against you to hear your heart beat. "Can't wait to hear this sound again, my love." He smiled, kissing between your breasts.

"I love you, Jake." You smiled, breath still heavy but calmer. "I love you too, baby." He smiled, kissing your neck after wiping his down of your juices. You were happy, calm, and very, very spent. You were ready to fall asleep until you felt Jake shift to continue his work once more.

You smiled, letting him feel the success of making you cum twice in a night, making uo for the times you could only wish he would.

[deathofacupid]

dude (blurb) | jake peralta

summary: "dude" but romantically.

warnings: none.

pairing: fem!reader x jake peralta (friends to lovers)

word count: 0.8k+ words

"okay, but i'm serious! you have to try it, it's literally amazing."

"i was gonna take your word for it, but i remembered it's you... so, no."

"dude," he whined, a soft smile adorning his lips.

"dude," you say back, same tone.

"fine, fine, what if i make you one? that's, like, no work required. y'know minus chewing."

"jacob jeffrey peralta, i am not, not even on my deathbed, trying pickles with ice cream. that's just a new level of gross."

"but charles approved it!"

"why on earth would that affect whether or not i try it?"

"y'know, i have no clue. i'm getting desperate."

"i can see that."

"dudeeee," he kicks his feet on the floor as he's sitting next to you on the couch. die hard is playing on the tv in his apartment, but the two of you have seen it so many times, you practically have it memorized by heart.

and why would you ever watch die hard when jake's sitting right there?

between you and yourself, you know which you'd rather watch. okay, "watch" sounded creepy.

you're laying on his lap as he's looking down at you, pouting.

you roll your eyes, but it's all fun. "dudeeee."

truth be told, you're sure you can handle the odd food combo, but teasing him and drawing this out is so much more fun. god, you really are in love with him.

"pretty, pretty, please? with- with, like, seven cherries on top?"

"just seven?" you pretend to be offended.

"i'm a brokie, the best i can do is eight." jake runs a hand through your hair, it's so comforting.

you sigh, "all right."

"to the cherries or the pream?"

"the- the what now?"

"pickles. ice cream. pickles and ice cream. pream? yeah, you know what, that's... that's not it. doesn't roll of the tongue great."

"oh, yeah. that, and it sounds like an std."

"good point. i'm gonna assume you meant the... cream... pi... creampi-"

"i'm gonna stop you right there."

he nods quickly. "right. what about cream-"

"not if it starts with 'cream', dude."

"icickles?"

"n-"

"piccream!"

"if i try your 'dish'," you air quote, "will you stop trying to come up with names."

"maybe."

you give him a look, and he amends, "yes. maybe. i pledge to do my best." jake salutes you, then pokes your check. you scowl, swatting him away and sitting up.

"lead me to your kitchen."

"sure. it's five steps that-a-way," he says, pointing to the kitchen that is quite exactly five steps away. like a true gentleman, jake scoops you - through which you protest ("dude!") - and then (after six steps, actually [wow, his apartment is slightly bigger than hypothesized]) sets you on the counter.

"i feel like you should know that i'm perfectly capable of walking on my own."

"but why would you when i'm here?"

"dude."

"dude," he replies, grabbing the ice cream from the freezer.

"how are you even supposed to eat this? like... spread it? o-or dip?"

jake grabs a spoon and scoops some ice cream onto it. "watch, young jedi."

"i don't-"

"shh, i'm yoda-ing." he spreads it on the pickle and shoves it in your face. slowly, you sniff it. it doesn't smell... like anything bad, really.

it doesn't look great though. "is it too late to go back?"

"yes." after a second, he groans, "gah, i'll go first." he takes a bite, and you make a face.

"mmm... you shouf knodis is-"

"jake, swallow."

he grins and you furrow your brows. "what- oh. oh! jake!" your cheeks heat up so quickly, for a number of reason. because, yeah, obviously the second one sounds better.

also, of course that's what he instantly goes to.

"oh, my god. are you twelve or thirty-three? because i honestly can't tell."

"dude, i'm well-versed. you wouldn't understand."

"i'm... twenty-five. wo-wouldn't i-?"

"schematics."

"yeah, okay, bud."

"dude," he corrects.

"right," you murmur, "dude."

you don't really realize how he's leaning in, the way if you do too, your lips would touch. you falter, and you can feel warm breath minglingwith yours.

jake cups your cheek and you lean into it. you aren't sure what's about to happen, though it should be obvious. but with jake, you're nervous, afraid that this isn't really happening.

you have no clue what he's done with the pickle, and you have no clue why that's what's on your mind right now.

he squeezes your waist gently, a way of asking for permission. you nod, and at first, it's just a brush. just a brush of his lips against yours, feeling for some type of sense that this is happening. that it's reality.

you press back against him, your hand on top of his, the one on your face. your other hand blindly feels for his hair, tugging against his soft, brown curls.

when you pull away, you're breathing hard. not because of the kiss, because it wasn't aggressive or any longer than twenty seconds, but because of the adrenaline of it all.

"dude," he breathes, and you giggle.

"y'taste like pickles. and ice cream. it's actually not that bad," you admit. "at least not on you."

"dude," jake repeats, dumb-founded at what just happened.

you peck him again, right on the lips, "dude."

[mw00nie]

Learning each other:

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w.c: 2.1k

warnings: NSFW MDNI!!, established relationship, fem!reader, oral sex (fem receiving).

summary: Jake finds out no one ever went down on y/n so he decides to change that :)

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You were curled up with Jake on his couch, the sky outside melting into a deep, sleepy blue. Some movie played quietly in the background, neither of you paying much attention. You had been together for two months now, still in that new, shiny phase where you were learning everything about each other. Boundaries. Habits. Little quirks.It was easy with Jake. So much easier than it had ever been with anyone else. He was tracing lazy patterns on your thigh with his thumb, chatting about nothing, when the conversation drifted, naturally, almost shyly, to sex. "I wanna make sure I'm, you know, doing everything you like," Jake said, his voice a little lower than usual, a little more careful. "Like, if there's stuff you wanna try or stuff you like that we haven't done yet, you can just tell me."

You smiled, warmed by how attentive he was. "I will. Honestly, you're already amazing, Jake." He grinned but then bit his lip like he was working up to something. "Would you want me to … go down on you? Sometime?" The question hung there, not heavy, just… sincere. Jake was looking at you like he already thought he might have overstepped. You thought about it for a second before answering. "No one's ever done that for me," you said, casual like it was the most normal thing ever. Jake blinked. His whole face shifted into stunned disbelief. "Wait, what? Like, ever?" You shrugged. "Yeah. My exes were never really into that. They never offered and I guess I just figured it wasn’t something I should expect." Jake stared at you, eyes wide like you had just told him you had never eaten pizza. He looked genuinely pained. "Y/N. I cannot express to you how wrong that is. That is a crime against humanity," he said, dead serious. "You’re telling me no one's ever…" You laughed a little at his reaction, but it also tugged something deep in your chest. No one had ever really made a big deal about it before. It felt weird to have someone care so much. "I didn’t wanna seem pushy," you said, picking at a thread on the couch cushion. Jake scooted closer until your knees were touching. "Hey. You’re not pushy. You’re not even close to pushy. I literally want to do this. Like, enthusiastically." You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of hesitation. There was none. Just Jake, ridiculously handsome and completely genuine. "Are you sure?" you asked. "Are you kidding? I like making you feel good. Plus, I have… techniques," he said, wagging his eyebrows in a way that was more dorky than seductive, but it made you laugh and relax a little more. "Okay," you said, your voice softer now. "I want you to." Jake beamed like you had just handed him a winning lottery ticket. "Awesome. You’re gonna love it. I promise. I'm gonna be like, a gold medalist," he said, already guiding you to lie back against the couch cushions. He moved slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind. His hands were warm as he slid them under your shirt, pushing it up with a reverence that made your skin tingle. He pulled it off you completely and tossed it somewhere behind him without looking. "Beautiful," he murmured, kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, every inch he could reach. Your pants came next, slow and careful. He kissed the inside of your knee after tugging them off, then the soft skin of your thigh. His mouth moved higher with agonizing patience, like he had all the time in the world to worship you. You squirmed, already aching with want, but Jake just smiled against your skin. "Relax, babe. Let me take care of you." You tried. You really did. But when he mouthed over your underwear, you let out a small, needy sound you could not have held back if you tried. Jake groaned quietly. "God, you sound so good." He pressed a kiss right over your center, through the fabric, then hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled your underwear down. He sat back for a second, just looking at you, his pupils blown wide. "You’re perfect," he said, like it was just a fact. Before you could even get embarrassed, he ducked his head and licked a slow, broad stripe through your folds. Your hips jerked up and Jake's hands immediately came up to steady you, thumbs stroking calming circles into your hips. "Shit," you breathed, already dizzy. Jake kept going, unhurried but determined, like he was memorizing you. His mouth was hot and slick and perfect, and he kept making these soft, pleased sounds that vibrated right into you. He circled your clit with his tongue, gentle but insistent, and every once in a while he would glance up to check on you. The first time you locked eyes with him, you almost came right then and there. He looked so focused, so stupidly into it, like eating you out was the best thing he could possibly be doing. "Tell me if you need anything," he said, voice rough.

You whimpered something that was supposed to be an "okay" but mostly came out as a sob. Jake slipped two fingers into you, easy and slow, and your whole body seized with pleasure. He groaned against you, like he could feel how good it was for you, and started fucking you with his fingers while his mouth never let up. You could feel yourself building fast, that tight coil low in your belly pulling tighter and tighter. "Jake, I…" You gasped, clutching at his hair, your thighs trembling around his head. He pressed closer, mouth relentless, fingers curling just right, and when you finally broke, it felt like falling off a cliff. You came with a full-body shudder, legs clamping around his head, and Jake just held you through it, murmuring something you couldn't even understand. When you finally sagged back against the couch, spent and shaking, Jake kissed your thighs, your hips, your stomach, every inch of skin he could reach. He crawled up your body slowly, kissing your chest, your neck, the tip of your chin, and finally your lips, deep and lingering. "Okay?" he whispered against your mouth. You nodded, still catching your breath. "You’re amazing," he said, brushing your hair back from your face like you were something fragile and precious. You laughed weakly. "I think you killed me." Jake smiled, stupidly proud. "Good. Mission accomplished." He gathered you into his arms like you weighed nothing, pulling you into his chest. His face buried itself in the curve between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in like he never wanted to let go. He stayed like that, just holding you, one hand stroking up and down your back. He kissed your temple, your eyelid, your nose, your cheekbone, each one soft and lingering.

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A/N: i hope this was good i would appreciate feedback/criticism on it or reqs for other scenarios :))

[ur-fav-inactive-writer]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞...

Rosa Diaz x Twin!Deaf!Reader | Request by @smoiesaustine

WC: 362

Being Rosa's twin was one of the best things to happen to you. You always felt safe and supported by your sisters side. The two of you were best friends since birth.

When you got to around six, you found out you were going deaf. You were devastated by the news, afraid it'd ruin your bond with your sister. She supported you all the way through though.

When the hearing loss grew, you had to learn sign language. Being young, it was going to be rather tough to learn it all. Your parents didn't bother learning very much of it, leaving you feeling unsupported. However, Rosa decided to learn it as well. She'd practise with you every day, for as long as you liked.

As we know, Rosa is incredibly smart, meaning that she wouldn't have much difficulty learning and understanding sign.

As you two grew up, she helped people communicate with you so you could feel more included. For those of your friends who didn't understand sign language, Rosa would translate for them.

When you got older and had the decision to get hearing aids or continue without them, Rosa helped you decide what you wanted to do.

Because of how close you were, you both pursued the same careers. You both went to multiple different schools before deciding on the police academy together.

At the police academy is where you both met Jacob Peralta. You both quickly became close friends, but Rosa often had to help him communicate with you. After meeting you, he decided to begin learning sign too.

You both graduated from the police academy, and after a while, you both transferred to the ninenty-ninth precinct together.

Everyone began trying to learn sign language together as soon as they made friends with you.

If you chose to have hearing aids, Amy would always keep spare batteries for them in her pockets and desk in case you ran out of them.

Rosa also kept them with her just in case too, she also kept a pocket-sized book that taught sign language with her in case someone needed to use it or her mind blanked, and she needed a reminder.

Overall, she was just always at your side, no matter what.

[laylaswriting]

Tattoo

Title: Tattoo

Pairing: Jake Peralta (B99) x fem!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: if you squint implied panic attack?

Tags: fluff, friends to lovers (did anyone expect anything else?)

Prompt: I was looking at writing challenges and found this prompt in @deity-prompts November list: "A tattoo? A tattoo?!" Immediately made me think of B99 and our dear Captain's tattoo.

A/N: Interrupting my Bo obsession I thought I'd write some cute Jake fluff because I love this smol bean. Hope you'll enjoy! Also if you want to get tagged in my future fics let me know I guess? Also my Masterlist.

The stakeout was unusually boring. Jake and (Y/N) were assigned to a drug case and they were at the location of an alleged drop. These cases were usually pretty exciting, but not this time. She was pretty sure they were following a fake lead. The warehouse seemed abandoned, there was no one in sight all night. No movement. They were sitting in Jake’s old car, which she was quite fond of, but would never admit it to him. The night was beautiful, warm summer air peeking through the windows. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a loud crunching sound which made her shoot a mean look towards her partner.

'What?' He asked, freezing in his movement. 'I'm bored, and boredom makes me snacky!' He barely managed to say the last word as his mouth was already full with said snacks. She just rolled her eyes and leaned back in the car seat, looking at the building, a faint smile on her lips.

She couldn't help but notice the way Jake made her feel. She knew it was silly, at first, she thought it was something of a school girl crush that would go away with time. Only it didn't, and it actually grew stronger each day. Her heart fluttered when she saw him every morning, looking at her with a smile brighter than a thousand suns, showing the small dimples in his cheek. Every time they had lunch together, sat next to each other at the morning briefings, or just met in the evidence locker for a brief moment, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t help but smile every time she was with him.

They were good friends, their personalities completed each other, Jake's childish demeanor and her more drawn back, cool temper. He always made her laugh and made her feel at ease, enough to goof around and laugh uncontrollably with him. That's what made her fall for him, and oh she fell hard. She didn't want to do anything about it, she didn't want to risk their friendship and her career. So, she just stayed silent and continued with her bittersweet suffering every time they were assigned to a case together.

'I have a challenge for you.' He said, a smirk on his lips as he handed the snack bag to you.

'Do I want to be challenged?' She replied with a question, raising an eyebrow at him, which made him chuckle.

'I challenge you to throw ten M&M's into my mouth!' She laughed, rolling her eyes as she changed her position in the car seat to face him.

'Ten in a row or in total?' She asked to clarify the rules.

'Ten out of fifteen? That sounds fair.' He said and she nodded.

'You got to help me too! Otherwise, it’s cheating!' Now it was his time to nod, and he opened his mouth, making her laugh. What a dork. She aimed at his mouth and effortlessly landed the M&M in it. He laughed and ate the candy. Sometimes she aimed away from his mouth on purpose, throwing the sweet on his head which made him flinch, looking at her with a fake offended look on his face.

'This was way too easy, Peralta.' She said, leaning back in her seat again, looking out the window. Nothing moved. This was a waste of time, she thought. She felt Jake's eyes on her, and the feeling made her heart pick up its pace, pounding fast in her chest. She couldn't help but let her thoughts wander, pictures of Jake closing the gap between them, his lips tracing her skin slowly, hands traveling on her body, slowly lifting up her shirt. Leaving sloppy kisses down her neck, nipping on her skin. She snapped out of her thoughts with a sharp breath, unconsciously pressing her thighs together. Her ears started to burn as she scolded herself in her mind. You are a professional, get yourself together, (Y/N). You are at work. He is your coworker. Stop it.

Jake let out a loud groan, throwing his hand back onto the seat.

'I'm bored!' He said in a whiny voice, extending the word to put emphasis on it.

'Do you want to sleep? I can handle all this action alone as well.' She asked, looking over at him. Him being in this position she could see his neck under the collar of his jacket, his jaw clenching and relaxing from time to time. Quit it! She thought to herself, forcing her eyes to look somewhere else.

'Nah.' He answered, looking over to her. 'I want to play something!' He grinned, and she did too.

'I'm listening.' She said, reaching for some leftover snacks.

'How about-' He started, cutting himself off to make it look like he's thinking. They both know he already knew what he wanted to play. 'We tell stuff to each other that we never told anyone?' He finished his sentence, and her insides tensed up. It was unintentional, but the first thing she could think of was her being in love with Jake. She didn't even tell her best friend from the squad. No one really. She didn't even admit it to herself until recently.

'Okay.' It was her turn to extend the word. 'And I assume you want me to start?' She asked suspiciously.

'I can start if you want.' He offered to her surprise.

'Go ahead then, tell me something you never told anyone.' She replied, heart pounding in her chest. She felt like such a teenager. She couldn't remember feeling like this for anyone ever.

'Okay so-' He started, pressing his lips together to stop himself from laughing. 'Captain Holt has a tattoo.' Her eyes widened, a surprised laugh bursting from her lips.

'You can't expect me to believe that!' She whispered but shouted at the same time, shaking her head in disbelief. The idea of their captain having a tattoo somewhere was the most fascinating idea she ever heard. 'A tattoo? A tattoo?!'

'I swear! He told me!' He answered while laughing, hand on his heart, the other in the air. 'I would never lie to you about something with this importance.' She nodded, trying to calm herself down from the laughter.

'What is it? And where? Wait-' She cut herself off, raising a finger. 'Do I even want to know where?' This resulted in a snort from Jake, as he put his hand on the steering wheel, gripping it. She found it odd, the movement seemed a bit too serious for the topic on hand. Did she say something wrong? She knew Jake admired Holt and she wondered if she went too far. A second of silence had passed before he turned to her.

'I'll tell you in exchange for something.' He said in a low voice, eyes piercing through hers, as her heart fluttered and dropped to her stomach. 'I'll tell you if you kiss me.' He finally continued, a smirk spreading across his lips, hand still on the wheel. Her mind blanked out for a second, an eerie pitch ringing in her ears. Did she hear that right? Is this reality? Her chest felt like it was about to burst, and she felt as if a thousand butterflies were set free in her stomach.

'Are you serious?' Was all she managed to say, voice barely above a whisper, still lost in her thoughts. He can't be.

'Dead.' He replied, turning towards her and letting go of the steering wheel, reaching out to her, placing his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her close. He stopped before their faces touched. She felt his sweet breath on her lips, his aftershave and the smell of his jacket mixed together and it was so Jake. He waited for her to close the gap, giving the permission for the kiss. His gaze was darting between her eyes and lips, as his heart was pounding just as fast as hers.

She closed her eyes and pushed her lips onto his, and it was as if all the universe ceased to exist except the two of them. His grip on her neck tightened a bit as he pulled her closer to himself, deepening the kiss. His soft lips caressed hers, and after a second the innocent kiss turned into a different one, he opened his mouth against hers, tongues pressing against one another. It was desperate, needy and scared. She knew this would change everything between them, but at that second, she didn't care. If this was the only moment they got, she wanted to embrace it fully. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as he put his other hand on her waist. He lightly bit on her lips as his hand traveled up her back under her shirt, making a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't help but moaned under his touch which made him grin into the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking into her eyes, still smiling.

Reality started to register in her brain, and this time her fast heartbeat was not a sign of the sweet excitement she felt towards Jake. It was fear, panic. Her eyes darted away from his, looking down into her lap, thoughts racing. What the hell was that? Did that really happen? Her breathing became erratic and he noticed, putting a hand on hers, worried look on his face.

'(Y/N).' He called out to her, but to no avail. '(Y/N) please, I'm sorry.' He continued, caressing her palm slowly with one hand, making her face him with the other. His touch was gentle, and only after feeling his palm on her wet cheek did she realize that tears were slowly running from her face. Her eyes looked into his, worry and regret making his eyes twinkle. There was no trace of the childish, smug Jake.

'I shouldn't have, I'm sorry. I thought that you, that we-' He rambled, breaking eye contact and looking everywhere but her.

'I love you, Jake.' She breathed out, looking at him. He let out a small gasp as he looked at her. This time he didn't hesitate, he put both his hands on her face, cupping her chin as he pressed another kiss on her lips. She returned it quickly, tugging on his jacket to pull him closer. This time they both smiled into the kiss as their lips and tongues danced in perfect rhythm, relief washing over both of them.

'I love you too, (Y/N).' He whispered, pressing another kiss on her lips. 'I loved you for what feels like forever now. I just never wanted to say anything because you are always so professional and grown up and cool and-' He started to ramble again, and it was her turn to silence him with a kiss, which made him smile again. This was probably her new favorite thing, the taste of his smile on her lips.

'Will you tell me about the tattoo now?' She asked, a grin spread across her face as she looked at him. He let out a nervous laugh and looked away then back at her.

'Actually, I have no idea where it is or what it is. I just wanted to kiss you.' He said, a shy expression on his face as he looked down at his hands. She snorted, shaking her head a bit.

'I should've called your bluff.' She answered, gently caressing his cheek, touching his small dimples.

'I'm glad you didn't.' He said, pressing another short kiss on her lips.

'Me too.'