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[the-heaminator]

Day 2 : Political/EU themed / Teasing. Again very short, these are fuclets more than anything really @gerfraweek

The two were domestic, there was no doubt about it, what may have started as a “casual workplace friendship” as France liked to call it, much to the chagrin of an incredibly flustered Germany, blossomed quickly to a very functional relationship, a first for the both of them despite Francis being millenia old. He had never really been in a functional relationship, England certainly didn't count and neither did Spain, they could at most be considered friends (or enemies) with benefits, but what he had with Germany was different, more personal.

Germany went with what books and the like said, he had next to no relationship experience and knew for a fact that asking Gilbert would probably just make it worse, he needed to be instructed, but nothing of what he read ever prepared him for what Francis would do. Occasionally sneaking up and hug him from behind, placing a little, almost chaste kiss on his cheek, and the teasing.

Good god his teasing was something else, little affectionate snipes towards him, those were fine, though they did still turn him read as a stop sign. One day Francis wanted to try something...stronger if I may say.

"Money coeur, you like to follow instructions no?"

Germany was slightly confused, he did like instructions yes, there was less room for error if he was told what he was to do exactly. “Yes?” he did not see where this was going in the slightest.

Francis didn’t think he would get this far without being shut down, or without him getting the gist already, so the next few words that came tumbling out of his mouth were the first things he thought of.

“So, uh, i order you to kiss me as well as you can!” 

It was a stupid request and was spoken quite a bit too fast and too embarassedly to be taken as well planned out, which was odd considering this is Francis we are talking about, everything about him was so well put together.

But i mean, he wasn’t exactly against the idea of kissing France to the best of his abillity, and normally so composed and put together, now looking embarrassed and awfully flustered, just so cute.

SO he walked up to Francis and did as order, kissed him on the mouth, it was not particularly deep or intense, but it was loving, and both were redder than a beetroot after it was done.

#i have absolutely no idea what this was #gerfra #hws germany #hws france #the heam writes #gerfraweek2023

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Jake undressing Amy from her sergeant uniform smut

His wife in full regalia is a sight to behold, and he gets to very much enjoy it every morning (and tells her so). But seeing Amy trudge into their bedroom in her Sergeant’s uniform in the evening feels more like a cause of concern - she usually sheds a layer or two on the way there, leaving her bulky utility belt and tie, or even her shirt, behind in the hallway.

Today, it’s all still there as she slumps down onto his side of the bed, a few hours later than she’d promised via text, and Jake’s cell phone is quickly dropped onto the side table as he leans forward from under the covers.

“Tough day?”

The only answer he gets is a low groan as she digs her face into the blanket next to his hip, and he scratches through her hair for a while to make those groans turn into softer hums while she curls up.

“You can’t go to sleep in uniform, babe.” Jake whispers after a moment of peace and quiet, and Amy only groans again as she twists away.

“Yeah, I know.” She sighs as she sits up and slips off of the bed, her fingers already working away on her tie. And even in her weary state, she can’t help but grin at Jake’s whistle when she goes for the top button of her shirt, even if she does shoot him a stern look with it - he only whistles again as he sits up to scooch closer.

Her tie wraps nicely around both her hands, they know that, and Jake’s grin echoes hers as she loops it around the back of his neck, to pull him close enough for a kiss.

“I’m not really up for a show tonight.” Her lips have barely left his as she whispers, a stray tongue brushing against them making it more than clear that she might still be up for other things, though.

“I get it. Lemme help.”

Jake’s not really used to taking off a utility belt anymore, not since he finally upgraded from his cop uniform’s to the much nicer detective holster, but he manages to slip Amy’s off of her pants without much trouble - only to look up at a very expecting face and arms that don’t seem to be interested in undoing any more of her own buttons anymore.

“Well?” His wife says in that tone she has sometimes, that sends goosebumps up his neck. “Keep going.”

“Is that an order, Sergeant?” He jokes, but maybe he’s also toeing the line to see…

“I can make it one.” And so it goes - the shortest of moments to flip the switch, to promise a far more interesting evening than expected for both of them. Even her sudden grip in his hair can’t keep him from excitedly grinning, so she kisses it away instead, maybe a bit harder than she needed to - but his little gasp as she lets go is too good not to enjoy it. “Now do your job, Peralta.” “Yes ma’am.”

His fingers are slower undoing each button on her dress shirt, careful and exact, as he intersperses every open one with a kiss to her throat and clavicles, dipping down into her cleavage as he moves on to the last few buttons, before pulling the shirt out of her slacks and letting it drop down her arms in a messy, crumbled-on-the-floor way Amy would usually never allow. But her hand is still busy in his hair, and he feels her content hum against his lips on her skin, so there’s not much complaining about the tidiness of their bedroom to be expected anytime soon. Not when he’s already got her tank top over her head, too, revealing just a soft cotton bra left to press his face into with another kiss. But when his hands slide up her back to find the hooks, a quiet Tut makes him halt.

“You’re getting off track there, detective.” She pulls his head back just enough to give him a look, and he quickly swallows down any witty remark as she lets go and takes a step back, her demeanour still that of a superior officer despite being half undressed. “Focus on the task at hand.”

“Sorry.” Jake mumbles instead as he slips off of the bed too, settles his butt on his heels in front of her. “I’ll be good.”

“I know you will.” Her voice is softer now, as he unbuttons her pants and slides the zipper down, coaxing the fabric over her hips and to the ground. He presses a kiss to each thigh as he lifts her legs to step out of the slacks, and one more to their soft inner skin as he slips off her socks as well. And then, with his face just inches from her crotch, he - waits.

Staring up at her, in her sensible, slightly washed out beige underwear, looking just as majestic to him as she does in her uniform - making him literally breathless for a moment as she smiles down, a short hitch in his chest as her fingers trawl through his hair again.

“Very good.” Amy purrs, stroking through his curls, even as his own hands grip onto his sweatpants to keep him steady. “Now you can get back up here.”

And so he does, lifting onto his knees immediately with warm hands swiping up her back, undoing the two little hooks and helping the straps of her bra drop down her arms for a full, glorious look of her chest right in front of him before he peppers it with kisses and nibs.

Amy giggles as he covers every inch of her skin with his lips, like a starving man presented with his first sip of water, after actually only making him wait for barely a minute or two for it. But when his hands start to slide from their comfortable place on her waist up higher, she quickly catches herself again.

“No hands.” She reminds him of one of their rarer rules, and gets the whine that always accompanies it, but he obeys well enough - his hands dropping back to her hips as his mouth slips around her nipple, licking and sucking before a quick bite, just a second of a pull before he moves on to lavish the same attention to the other side of her chest.

His fingers have long since hooked around the edges of her panties, dragged them down barely an inch, but he still waits - still looks up at her with those puppy dog eyes, shining and just full to the brim of adoration until she simply nods, and the last piece of her clothing is quickly dropped to the floor.

She takes a few steps closer to him, as she slips out of the panties, and he sinks back onto his heels, his hands dutifully back on his own thighs even as he nuzzles against the little tuft of hair on her.

“You smell so fucking good.” Jake mumbles, and his warm breath against her skin makes her shiver.

“You want your treat for helping me out so well?”

“Please.”

Amy can’t resist carding through the brown curls that look even lighter next to her tan skin, watching his eyes flutter shut after a few scratches.

“What if I say no?” She whispers, and it’s not so much a test as it is a kind of check-in. She loves this side of him, and loves to tease it out, but only ever as far as he’s willing to go - and it’s taken quite some time and learning for both of them to find that edge and keep him from jumping over it. To keep him as grounded as he needs to be.

His eyes open again after her question, and the look he gives her says more than enough.

“Then I’ll go get your pj’s while you get ready in the bathroom and we’ll go to sleep.” Amy smiles as he presses a soft kiss to the edge of her hip crease. “But I like the alternative far more, to be honest.”

“Me too.” Her finger wraps around one curl and pulls it just for fun. “Go get your treat, then.”

He doesn't wait a second longer to press soft, insistent kisses against her, before licking a long stripe across her folds and parting her just enough to swipe across her clit, her head already dropping back with a soft moan. She can sense him lift up ever so slightly on his heels, just enough that he can press his face against her, licking and swirling his tongue around, lips locked onto the softest parts of her skin. There's no way he's taking as much time as he did undressing her, hungry and eager and still starving for anything she'll give him, but when she feels his hands on her thighs again she tuts in between her little groans.

"No hands." Amy reiterates, and feels more than hears Jake's soft whine against the wet of her skin. They both love his fingers working away on her, but right now she doesn't want that quick release, that urgent feeling of him inside her, not as much as she wants to feel him continue his kisses and licks for as long as she can handle it. And as his hands settle on his pants yet again and his mouth only works harder, fulfilling that almost primal desire to taste her, hear her, feel her that he gets sometimes, as she falls deeper and deeper into the pleasure, she’s sure he’s not too bothered about his hands anymore either.

And so it continues, Jake on his knees licking into her, kissing and sucking on her clit to a whole melody of her moans and sighs, her hand back to kneading his hair without her even noticing it. She's already starting to shake on her legs, just a little bit, but the press of his face against her, his nose buried into the soft skin just under her belly keeps her steady.

"Babe? '' Amy pants after a while, and doesn't wait for an answer. "Are you hard?"

The hum she feels rising through her centre is an unspoken yes, an answer to a question she didn't really need to ask - he always gets this aroused from eating her out, no matter what, an almost Pavlovian response by now.

"Touch yourself. No hands on me, just yourself."

He hums again, deeper and harder, as his body moves away just enough to follow her orders while not letting go of her. Amy's hand grips his curls tight as he doubles his efforts, too, spurned on by the sensation of his hand stroking up and down slowly, because-

"You remember the rules." Amy huffs with a sly smile, and it's not a question this time. "No getting off before me."

Jake's last hum feels almost amused, but she can't focus on that long before he suddenly nips, and soothingly sucks right after, drawing a soft cry from her throat. She's shaking more and more, that tight coil in her stomach winding up with every lick of his tongue and press of his lips, and before long the grip in his hair turns almost painful as she searches for anything to hold onto and finds only him, leaning over and pressing herself against him. His free hand rests against her knee, steadying her just enough, and she can't even complain about him breaking the rules before she breaks entirely, trembling thighs and grappling hands while the fire from her centre spreads out through her limbs and has her moaning loud and clear.

He pulls her back down to earth slowly, with soft kisses and nuzzles, but she still drops forward after letting go of his hair, falling straight onto the bed next to him. He resists snickering at her panting, heaving body as he kisses up and down her spine, and watches her turn around to pull him onto her.

“Good?”

“You know it.” Amy huffs and wraps her arms around his neck for a kiss. “You follow my orders so much better than anyone else.”

“Well, I know not to face off with a superior officer, and not to argue with my wife.” Jake quips, his lower lip quickly bitten as a reprimand for doing exactly that almost every day. “S’just my luck those two are the same person.”

“Mhhhn.” Amy hums as she shifts under him, one leg snaking around his hip to drag him ever closer. “I think your wife needs a bit more of your… service than a superior officer would get, though.”

“Yes ma’am.” He leans down for a smirking kiss while lifting his hips enough to help her shuffle his sweatpants down. “Always at your service.”

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #meine kritzelei #ficlet #fic #fuclet #Jean Jaques hard at work

[ben-c-group-therapy]

Imagine this: Tell tom to get on his knees. Take the tie and hold it up as you stand in front of him. Look down to him and walk back to the desk in the reading room as you sit on the edge of it. Let his tie go and spread your legs teasingly. Take your finger and tilt his chin up so he looks at you. Smirk and tell him to beg. Tell him no touching. He can only use his tongue. If he tries touching, tell him that was a mistake and you will punish him for it. Blow him but when he is about to cum, stop till he was begging, his thick cock twitching, then tease the tip with your tongue and finger and suckle at him till he explodes with force. *based on feels I had from today's photoshoot suits. But just imagine on his knees with a hungry look in his eyes*

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfic #fuclet #ficlet corner #tom in suits #he'll kill me #photoshoot #imagine #Tom hiddleston imagine

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she's naked and he's masturbating

(lemme be real with yo chief, I was honestly debating deleting this ask because it's right down the alley of 'how not to send someone smut prompts thanks very much' but luckily for you I had a scenario like that in my head already, mixing it with another prompt: “ you're so damn attractive. you know that right? “)

Jake wakes to the sound of the shower next door turning off, and smiles as Amy's slightly off-key humming makes it to him next. He's never going to get tired hearing those happy sounds from her, knowing how content she has to be on just any morning to let them out.

He twists and turns under the covers, pulling them a bit tighter now that there isn't a blanket-hog in the bed with him anymore, and blinks awake some more - only to stop breathing for a second as his eyes fully open and focus on the bathroom door a few steps from the bed, which is... not closed.

It is very much open. And he can very much see all of Amy’s back, wet and wrapped in a towel, rubbing another one across her hair with precision before scrunching in whatever serum or treatment she's got that makes it so perfectly shiny and soft.

He knows her post-shower routine. He knows what's coming next. But he still has to hold back an excited gasp when the towel around her chest is whipped away and hung over the radiator to dry, and he gets a full view of her backside, perfect curves lit by the surprisingly good lighting she had insisted on for their new bathroom.

She's too beautiful, he thinks, almost scared of what he knows is coming next as she leans to the side to grab the tub of body balm she always gets out of the cupboards before her shower to be ready to go. He shuffles under the covers some more while she dips her fingers in, rubs them over her arms and shoulders, and maybe a man shouldn't get this excited about seeing his wife of over 5 years put lotion on herself - not after they've had over a decade of seeing and touching each other in much more explicit ways - but he still gets goosebumps as his eyes track her hands, skimming across her clavicles before dipping back into the tub.

And then he notices the mirror, and the fact that he can get far more than just a backview of the most gorgeous woman in the world if he twists up a few inches to the left. Which he does, obviously.

There she is, in all her glory, her own eyes focussed on the task at hand as she rubs lotion onto her chest and stomach, and Jake bites back a groan. He hesitates only a second more, but the tension under the covers is getting too strong to resist, and so while Amy's hands dip back into the tub yet again to get some more lotion for her sides, his own hand slips down into his boxers.

It's not like it's a bad thing. He's obviously masturbated to the thought of her pretty much every time he's touched himself in the past 10 years. He's actually masturbated to the sight of her quite a lot, too, to lovely pictures she's decided to treat him with once in a while, and to seeing and watching the real thing once or twice. And, hell, he's seen her put lotion on at least once a week since they got together - and has helped her with it more often than not. But there's still a twinge of the forbidden in this sneaky moment, a quite tantalizing rush down his spine as he keeps watching her, unnoticed, while his hand starts stroking slowly and with just the right pressure, almost the same way hers are sliding over her own skin.

She's reached her butt by now, and if he wasn't already hard as a rock and working against it, he definitely would be now, while watching her rub lotion into the softest, squishiest skin he knows, skin he just loves to squeeze and bite and play with. She takes her sweet time covering it all, too, and there's the slightest jiggle every time she moves her hands that has him gripping himself a bit harder than before.

And then, instead of moving on to her legs, the way he knows she has to, to follow her routine, she dips back into the tub and rubs more lotion over her chest. Genuine confusion makes him halt for a second, but not for very much longer as her fingertips slide over her breasts, lifting them and squeezing them for a second, and he sighs into the pillow that half of his face is still pressed into, looking up from that beautiful view in the mirrow for just a moment to see her face-

She's looking at him.

There's the slightest cold rush down his spine, the shock of basically being caught snooping, but then he notices the smirk on her face as she winks at him, and he has to stifle a giggle as he hides his face in the pillow. She was giving him a show. Of course she was.

And god, does he feel blessed as the luckiest man in the world every damn day he gets to wake up with her still loving him like that.

"Like what you see?" in a giggly, yet sultry voice makes him look up again, and he can tell she's purposely not squatting down to put the lotion away in the lower cupboards, but instead bending over just right.

"C'mere." He only replies with a still sleep-rough voice. She follows his request, but that little smirk has turned into an outright grin as he turns under the covers on his back, to have her climb onto his hips.

"Seems like you were doing a good job without me." She's so warm even through the covers as her hips grind against him, and he holds back a little groan as his hands settle on that perfect butt he only got to watch for now, giving it a good squeeze.

"You're so damn attractive. You know that, right? You know you drive me crazy just standing there.“

"I was doing a lot more than just standing there. But yeah, I know."

She leans forward to kiss him, that lovely grin still on her face, and one hand of his reluctantly leaves her backside to cradle her head, keep it close to him for some more little kisses.

"I need to become more of a practicing Jew." He mumbles inbetween them, smiling at Amy's confused look. "So I can thank God properly for making you so perfect and then making you actually fall in love with me."

She snorts, letting her head drop with a laugh before lifting it again and leaning over him far closer than before.

"Don't thank God for that." Amy whispers against his lips, biting them for good measure. "Thank me instead."

And he makes sure to do just that for the rest of the morning.

#ficlet #fic #fuclet #B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #wait is the 'my writing' tag banned now too?? fuck #meine kritzelei

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Hc of Amy hearing things from Jake’s mouth about sex like he spends so long on foreplay and loves eating girls out and Amy is w/ teddy who is NOT like that and she is confused almost and then cuts to their first time and yep Jake does all of the things

"I can't believe you're still on about this."

"It's just weird! I knew Officer Baskin was a sad, boring little dud, but I didn't think he was devoid of all joy in life!"

"Not everyone likes what you like." Charles tries to even the waves, but both Rosa and Jake only snort at him.

"It's not about liking or not liking a special kink, Charles. It's oral. That's like, step 2 of the basic sex handbook." Jake shakes his head, and Rosa, surprisingly, nods.

"I can't believe I have to agree with Jake for once, but it's just weird. People who don't do it are weird."

"Yes! See? Rosa agrees with me! That means something, doesn't it?!"

Jake looks over at Amy for her agreement in this, but she hides her face well enough behind her beerglass.

"It's not- it's not step 2 of the basic handbook, that's a bit farfetched." She mumbles, and Jake is clearly about to jump in with another argument when Rosa's loud chair-scratch interrupts them.

"I'm gonna get the next round. Jake, help me carry."

-*-

"Sorry if we made you uncomfortable." Rosa says out of the blue, after a good ten minutes of silence in their tipsy Uber ride. Charles had gone home early to 'check on his stew' (and she really didn't want to know more about that), and Jake had disappeared halfway through the evening, leaving behind just a quick emoji-filled text to her that told Amy more than enough about the girl who'd been giving him bedroom eyes from across the bar. He was probably busy with step 2-5 of the handbook right now.

"It's- I'm not uncomfortable with it, I'm just-"

"Relax. You can dislike stuff or not wanna talk about it."

Amy hums while playing with the hem of her skirt, the streetlights illuminating the dark car with random flashes as she looks up again.

"It's- it isn't as common as Jake says, though."

Rosa gives her a look she can't quite place, that both reminds her of her mom and her little brother Julian at the same time.

"I can't lie to you, Santiago." She says with a weird, soft twinge to her voice. "It kinda is."

Amy's eyes go back to her hands kneading on her skirt, and she doesn't look back up again when Rosa continues.

"Does Teddy not-"

"This is my stop." Amy stops the driver, and Rosa only gives her another look as she watches her jump out three streets away from where she knows she lives.

-*-

It's not that common. It's just a thing people do, some people do, and some people, well, don't.

And it's not like he never does it. It's not like he doesn't know about it. He's actually offered it to her with that weird eyebrow waggle he does sometimes, on special occasions, like he's making some grand gesture.

It's just.

It's just that special occasions usually only come round a few times a year, and turning it into a big production has made her feel more uneasy about it than she ever thought she would. Like she has to be thankful, or overjoyed at the thought of it, like some kid awaiting their wished-for bike on Christmas morning.

And it's never as good as a brandnew bike on Christmas morning.

Amy sighs as she pours herself that last glass of wine that's been lingering in her fridge for a week, not willing to go to sleep yet and let her mind wander too much, when her phone buzzes.

- You guys still at the bar

- ?

Jake's profile pic, wide grin and all, makes something in her stomach dip before she answers.

- No, we went home about 30 minutes ago.

- damn

- Your 'date' did not work out?

- you dont need to put things in '' in text santiago

- but also yes

- ur still up tho?

- I can bring a bottle

She hesitates, her wine glass in hand, staring at the text chat. Teddy's out of town for the week, and she's used to Jake showing up at her place at the most random times, and besides, it's not like that, it's just friends hanging out, like friends do, friends who are good friends and nothing else and don't think about 'romantic stylez' and wide grins and 'step 2 of the handbook' at any point of their work day together.

So she texts back a thumbs up next to a little wine bottle, proud of herself for the 'emoji speak' Jake and Gina have been trying to teach her since forever, and waits for the excited knock on her door.

-*-

"So why did it not work out?" Amy asks, and hates herself for doing so immediately.

They'd been nicely settled on her couch, some late night talkshow in the background they've tuned out pretty much immediately, gossiping instead about the beat cops they had to deal with today, and how Rosa is going to get in trouble some day for her elevator paintings.

"Huh?" He looks at her while taking another sip from his beer (he brought wine for her, but was obviously happier about the sixpack she still had in her fridge) and she tries not to look at his lips as they wrap around the glass neck, coming away with just a bit of wet at the top of his lip.

"With the girl."

"Oh. Well. I dunno." Jake shrugs and takes another sip and damn it, she is looking now. "Just realised we didn't gel on the way back to hers."

"Gel."

"Yeah, she was just-" He shrugs again. "She was very to the point. Can be nice, but I kinda want more out of it than some pants off, wham bam thank you ma'am."

"Not a fan of step 2?" Amy tries to go for a joke, and hates herself again for it, for bringing that topic back up when it had finally come to rest, at least outside of her mind.

"Oh no, every lady is a fan of step 2 with Jake Peralta. I'm sure I could've convinced her too, but she didn't give me the time to work my magic." He boasts with a grin that tells her he's joking as much as she was, but she can't resist punching his arm anyway.

"Way to over-brag."

"I might be bragging, but I'm definitely not overdoing it."

He's still grinning as he finishes his bottle and gets up to open another one, and Amy shuffles her legs a little closer under the blanket she'd wrapped herself in, trying to ignore that ache in her lower stomach as she watches his back flex while he pops off the bottle cap.

"You don't usually get so cocky with your sex life." She continues, for some god-forsaken reason, as he walks back to the couch.

"Gentlemen don't kiss and tell." He says in a voice that she knows means he's quoting his grandma, which always makes her smile.

"But gentlemen do other things with their mouth and then tell?"

He laughs out loud, and it makes her grin with a strange sense of pride for it.

"Santiago!" He winks at her still grinning. "That's not your fourth drink of the night, is it?"

"Don't worry." She mumbles and hides behind another sip of wine, feeling the acidity on her tongue, trying not to gauge whether or not he's watching her lips this time.

(He is.)

"Would be a waste, what with Teddy on that boring seminar and nowhere close to enjoy 4 drink Amy."

She punches him again as he giggles. They're both too tipsy for this, she thinks, even as her mouth moves again without her mind agreeing to it.

"Teddy doesn't like 4 drink Amy."

Jake is silent for a moment, which is a much more stress-inducing thing than having to field whatever joke or bad comment he's swallowing down right now.

"Everything okay?" He says then, suddenly, quietly, and the mood shifts for a moment, the easy-going jokes replaced with a weirdly serious look in his eye, but she just kicks his thigh as she re-settles on the couch to avoid his eyes.

"Wh- yes, of course. Everything's fine. I'm- We're-" She huffs, putting her wine glass down on the coffee table with a definite clunk. "Just because Teddy isn't some overly adventurous casanova like- some people-" She gives him a judging stare now, but he only smirks "doesn't mean we have problems. We're fine. We fit together just fine."

"We fit together just fine, title of your sex tape."

"Ugh." She throws a pillow at his head as he laughs, and suddenly the strange downturn of mood is gone. They're friends, that's all they are, friends who talk about their failed dates and their sex lives and don't make it a weird thing, don't turn it into this tense feeling of What If? that doesn't make sense to dwell on anymore, because there's no what and no if and no maybe. There shouldn't be.

She's with Teddy, and he's good, he's doing good, he's kind and sweet and doting and he takes care of her, makes note of what she likes and tries to please her as best as he can. He's good.

It's just...

She thinks she could do better.

-*-

She definitely could do better, Amy thinks a week later, staring at the ceiling in Teddy's bedroom, arms clinging to the duvet wrapped around her as the sleeping body next to her snores.

He's... he's fine. He brought her flowers when he came back from that seminar, and he took her to that restaurant he knows she likes, and he helped her out of her coat when they got back to his place. He folded her clothes just the way she likes as he took them off her, he said the adoring things she expected him to say when he saw her new lingerie set. And then they went to bed, and did their thing, like they do, and it was. It was fine. It was nice.

It's always nice.

Just nice.

She stares at the ceiling as her hand swipes over her shoulder. He's kissed her there, and other places, and his hands caress her, but-

She remembers hickeys and sore spots from her college days. She remembers that feeling of being both weightless and sinking extra heavy into the mattress. She remembers passion, and heat, and a desire and a need to feel-

She doesn't remember it, but she thinks about a wide, silly grin. About full lips and shining eyes. About strong, calloused hands that have reached for hers during tense moments, squeezing her fingers tight for comfort, and how those hands might feel if they're trying to be less comforting. More intense.

-*-

"Fuck, Jake, please..." She whines as her feet press into the mattress, lift her hips up towards him, but a strong, warm hand pushes them down, splays flat against her stomach as he continues to pepper little kisses and slow licks across her folds.

"You taste so good." He mumbles, and the hot breath of his words against her wet skin makes her shudder. "So much better than I even dreamed."

She only replies with a full moan as he dives in, licks and nibbles across her clit, his hand still keeping her from moving too much, keeping her in place just where he wants her. The other is busy stroking across every inch he'd just covered in kisses before pushing into her, and even his strong grip can't stop her from rocking against him now, spurned on by his low hum that makes it more than evident he's enjoying her reaction.

Two days. Two days since their first drunken, stumbling fall into his bed, busy hands and wild breaths and no time for anything but getting rid of their clothes before they clashed together, fell into each other, skin and sweat and hot kisses until they were moaning into each other's mouths as the world around them disappeared.

Two days, and he's made her feel all the things she barely realised she'd missed. Two days, and his hands have explored her body in ways and spaces Teddy didn't bother finding in over a year. Two days, and she knows she'll remember the hickeys and sore spots littering her skin now, will never forget the feeling of flying and falling and being caught in his arms, only to rise again a few moments later.

He rises now, after wringing one final shout out of her as she came undone under his tongue, kissing his way up her shivvering body, stopping at the most sensitive spots that he already knows will make her whine before laying on top of her for a surprisingly soft kiss.

"Still think I'm over-bragging?" He grins, and it's not the first time he's made sure to hold that over her head like the competitive little bastard that he is. She only huffs a little laugh as her hand digs in his hair.

"A lady doesn't get kissed and tells."

He laughs at that, too, and the twinge of pride in her stomach settles in comfortably between the pure elation she knows so well after two days, and that new feeling of possesiveness as his eyes twinkle with his grin.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #fuclet #at least towards the end

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Soft languid morning sex front or rear facing hc

(there's a liiittle bit of spooning sex in the morning in my very first smut fic, at the end of chapter two... but gosh do I love the whole concept so you're definitely getting another story for this:)

The air in the room is warm, and just a little stuffy, the way you’d expect it to be after two people have slept in it for a good eight hours, with the sun already shining through the half-shut curtains and sending a warm streak of light across their duvet, ending just below Amy’s eyes and stirring her awake.

She’d be already up by now, usually, airing out her side of the bed while Jake snoozes a little longer, soon to be woken up by opened windows and cold air rushing over him while she sneaks off to the shower. Today, though, Amy decides to turn around instead, hide her face from the sun’s heat and bury it a little deeper into the pillows, the covers rucked up almost over her head. The bed is so warm, and soft, and wonderful, that she never wants to leave it, and she knows she doesn’t have to today, on a well-deserved day off after a long week.

The body next to her, that she almost bumps into by turning around, is just as warm and soft and wonderful as the bed he’s been heating up, and she never wants to leave him either.

She knows she won’t ever have to, not today, and not a day after that. There’s a little gold band around her finger now that lets her know as much, old and worn from his Nana’s hand, and fitting perfectly onto hers. So perfectly that she’s barely noticed it in the past two weeks ever since he put it on her, except for when it catches the light just right and the little stones shine into her eyes.

Like right now, when her hand slips out of the covers, settles against his neck to let her thumb stroke across his jaw, and she can feel the deep hum of his steady breath turn into a soft little groan as his eyelids begin to flutter. One eye blinks open, settles on her still half-closed, and it’s shining the way it always does when he looks at her as half of a smile shows up on the part of his face not pressed into the pillow.

There’s a rumbly sound of something coming from his lips as her thumb strokes over them, which she interprets expertly as his way of saying ‘good morning’.

“Good morning.” She replies in a hushed, still sleep-rough voice herself, shuffling a little closer to press a short kiss to those mumbling lips that immediately smile under hers again.

“Sleep well?” She asks, a routine question that doesn’t really need an answer - at least not anymore, now that his nightmares seem to have finally taken their leave, only interrupting their nights together once in a blue moon. He still hums in agreement to answer her, as his face presses into her neck to hide from the sunshine slowly creeping up.

She buries her nose in his hair, wild and bed-tousled, breathes in a heavy dose of Jake, a scent she could probably recognise blindfolded in a sea of people. Something pops into her mind - her mother’s voice telling her how she could do that for all 8 of her kids, and Amy can only smile as she thinks about a little chubby-cheeked, gap-toothed grin under dark curls that smells just like Jake, but with a little difference.

The feeling of lips skirting across her collarbone brings her back to the present. Jake’s hands are roaming over her back, warm palms pressed against her skin, soft fingertips tracing little lines into it as he kisses along her shoulder, into the crease of her neck. His breath tickles across her as he lets out a deep, content hum and pulls her even closer to himself, sinking back into the mattress as she scrapes her fingernails across his scalp.

“S’soft.” She hears between kisses, one of his hands brushing over her ribcage to make her shiver, the other settling on her butt to give it a light squeeze. It’s not often that they wake up naked - no matter the previous night’s activities, Amy usually has the wherewithal to prod him out of bed after, and even if she can’t always get him to shower, he at least cleans up and puts on some boxer while she slips into an oversized t shirt of his. But this morning seems to be one of exceptions, as her hand travels down his bare sides too, her thigh pushing up between his naked legs.

“Not so soft.” She grins as her thigh meets with his morning wood, and he giggles against her neck.

“You smell so good.” is the first real sentence he forms as his nose digs into her clavicle, and she wonders just how many thoughts they share without realizing it. She also wonders just how good she can smell, with sweat from last night and sleep still sticking to her chest, but maybe that’s part of the appeal. It seems so, at least, because he’s not hesitant at all to wrap his lips around her nipple, sunken deep under the warm and stuffy covers. She sighs more than moans as he nibbles and sucks, his hand sneaking over her tummy down between her legs, a soft caress between her folds to find her still as wet as she was yesterday.

His lips leave her breast and travel back up, over her humming throat up to her mouth, and his tongue slips into it just as slow and languid as his fingers slip into her. The bed creaks ever so slightly as she adjusts, lifts her leg up over his hip to give him space to move his hand, and to pull him closer at the same time.

“Okay?” He whispers as his fingers slip out again after a moment, and she feels the tip of his cock against her instead, and the fact that he still asks - that he still checks with her, almost every time, after years of exploring and getting to know each other, reading each other better than anyone else ever could, makes her heart leap a little with each ‘okay?’ or ‘you ready?’ he whispers into her ear.

She answers with another, deeper kiss as she pushes herself against him, lets him slip into her so easily, like there’s never been any doubt this is where he belongs.

They still for a while, sharing soft breaths back and forth between little kisses. It’s not about the friction, about tense curling of toes and arms clinging onto each other this morning, not like it was last night. It’s simply about feeling each other, closer than anything, as close as humanly possible on this hazy, warm morning that’s enveloping them. There’s no loud moans and swears, just their breaths interspersed with sighs, little groans between kisses as he starts to move. He’s rutting into her more than he’s thrusting, moving his hips barely inches away from her, and she meets him with equally calm movement, squeezes and clenches around him instead to make him pant just a little against her lips. It’s slow and tranquil even as his hands begin to roam again, but it’s more than enough to turn that coil deep in her stomach with every move, every slide of his pubic bone against her clit as he pushes back in. She can slowly feel him grow tenser too, and it only takes a few more minutes before they tumble over together, press against each other even closer.

It’s not a mindblowing orgasm, no shaking legs or trembling hands or loud expletives, just a feeling of pure bliss and comfort as she feels him spill into her. In a way, it feels more satisfying than ever, a perfect little moment to start their lazy day together.

Jake is all smiles as they come down together, too, skirting kisses across her chest just as he did at the beginning.

“I love you so much.” is whispered into her skin before he shuffles up again, face to face for another kiss.

“I love you so much too.” She echoes as he slips out of her, leaves her with a short groan and a little twinge at the loss.

“I wanna stay here with you like this forever. It’s perfect.” He mumbles as his face half-pushes back into the pillow, his arm pulling up the duvet that had slid down from their movement to cover them fully again.

“We have plans today, Jake.”

He huffs with a creased brow even as his eyes close again, and she snickers as she kisses his still sleep-pouty lips.

“But I have good news, too.���

“Mhm?”

“You get to wake up with me like this forever.”

He smiles with his eyes still closed, blinks them open to stare at her like he’s seeing her for the first time and falling in love all over again.

“That’s perfect, too.”

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #fuclet #Jean Jaques hard at work #sometimes even JJ can go a little soft #title of his sex tape I guess

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That B getting a C in her A on the honeymoon

It's a beautiful, quiet evening, as every evening on their second week of the honeymoon seems to have been, and as Amy turns around in their luxurious bed she feels the airy breeze from the window that isn't nearly as cold as it would be back in New York. It would all be perfect to snuggle deeper down into the covers, shuffle a bit closer to her... her husband, she thinks with that elated joy she's felt every single time she thought of that word. He's already deep asleep next to her, lips ever so slightly pouty the way they do when he's dreaming.

But Amy doesn't want to snuggle. She's been lying awake a good hour already while Jake slumbered, and there's been things ruminating in her head, and it's taken all that time to build up the courage, but she finally decides to go for it and gently kisses him awake, relishing in the deep hum he lets out against her lips as his eyes blink open.

"Hey." He mumbles and smiles. "Can’t sleep?"

"A bit." Her fingers glide across his cheek to scratch him even more awake. "I've been thinking."

"'Bout what?"

Amy takes a slightly steadying breath - it's absurd, to feel so selfconscious about it all, as if they didn't know each other in every aspect, as if she was expecting Jake to be shocked or affronted by her idea. It's not even- it's not even new, not something they've never tried before.

"I think this B wants a C in her A." She finally mumbles out, and feels her blush creeping in, but Jake only twists under the covers to sit up slightly, and squints against the low light still coming in through the thin curtains.

"We can call room service."

She almost laughs before she follows him up, straddling on his hips and kissing him again.

"No, Jake."

He stares at her even as his hands settle on her thighs, and she can see the gears clicking together behind his eyes as she stifles a grin.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"I mean, it's- not that I'm not up for it-" He huffs as she grinds back on his hips and feels exactly how up he already is - "S'just.. are you sure? It's not really- it doesn't do much for you..."

"I know." Amy pecks another kiss to his lips while his hands already glide over her thighs, pushing the hem of her nightgown up just enough before they give her butt a quick squeeze. "I guess it's been on my mind since our misunderstanding. If you don't want, it's ok-"

"I'm never going to say no to your amazing butt in any way, Ames." Jake grins with another, stronger squeeze as she can't hold her giggles back anymore.

"But I want to stay on top." She adds, and watches his eyes turn slightly darker.

"Fuck yes." He huffs, and she wonders why she was ever nervous about bringing any of this up.

They share another, much deeper kiss as she leans forward, climbs out of her underwear while he pulls her gown up and over her head, eyes and hands raking over her front immediately when she leans back.

"You got the lube from-"

"Yeah." He's quick to reply as he bends over to the nightstand, shuffling around for the only item they both agreed to actually take out of Charles' otherwise terrifying box. She takes the chance of him being distracted to pull down his boxers, too, giving his growing erection a few quick strokes.

"Don't start without me." He tries to joke, but she's already taken the bottle out of his hand and popped it open, squeezing a sizable amount of lube onto his cock and spreading it with a few more strokes that have him groan as he leans his head back against the headboard.

"Give me your hand." She commands, and he's quickly back to business as she covers his fingers, too. "Let's go slow."

"Of course." His lips press against hers as both his hands travel to her backside again, one of them squeezing her cheek and pulling it apart ever so slightly while the other starts sliding up and down, one finger circling her rim slowly as asked, carefully as ever. She bites his lip as he pushes in, and only lets go with a little groan as he starts to move.

Jake’s fingers really are magic, in her opinion, no matter where they’re currently working on her body. She loves to feel them over her skin, and they both know he can get her off easily with them alone... but this is a different sensation alltogether, a strange kind of pleasure as she feels another finger join the first and leans her forehead against his shoulder with a low hum.

“You can tell me to stop.” He says quietly into her ear, and it makes her lift her head again.

“I know.” Precedes another deep kiss, before “Go deeper.”

Jake doesn’t need to say anything for her to read the slightly naughty excitement in his expression as he follows her orders, and it’s not too long before she’s rocking back onto him herself with little sighs. It’s not that she needs that much preparation, really - they’ve both enjoyed the addition of buttplugs and other small toys into their routines for quite a while already - but the actual anal sex part has been a rare occasion in their relationship, and Amy might just be a bit nervous about it each time, comparing Jake’s size to the toys she’s used to.

(Turning things around is an entirely different kind of game, and even then she was hesitant at first, asking him for reassurance far more than needed given how much he seemed to enjoy himself.)

But she doesn’t need to boost her confidence as much this time, lifting up from his thighs until Jake’s hands leave her and help her guide his cock against her instead. There’s a shared, low moan between them as she starts to sit down again, feeling the stretch of him tensing her stomach and thighs. Jake’s hands are on her hips - but they’re barely gripping, or even pushing, just a steadying warmth, and Amy is more than grateful for that as she takes him in at her own pace. Her descent is slow, but steady - and when she finally presses her butt against his tented legs, their hips connecting, her almost panting breath is matched by Jake’s as his hands grip the soft skin around her sides tighter. She huffs a laugh as she sees his dazed expression, all hooded eyes, parted lips and tilted head as she clenches once, experimentally, and is rewarded with another deep groan.

“Is it really that good?”

“It’s-” Jake has to swallow hard as she leans back a little, sliding even deeper, which should answer her question well enough. “It’s just very different.”

“You like it.” Amy almost grins as she grinds her hips and draws another moan out of him, the usual feeling of pride in unravelling her husband so easily taking over her chest. “We should do it more, then.”

“I like everything we do.” His breath is already catching as she leans forward, his hands sliding up and down her back while she moves. “No reason to focus on things only one of us gets something out of...”

“Oh, I’m getting something out of this.” The mischievous tone in her voice only gets stronger as she begins lifting up and down slowly, and feels his finger scrabble for purchase on her back already even as he huffs out a laugh now.

“You’re gonna ride it like you stole it, hm?” Jake jokes, but she only leans forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him, her butt thrusting up and down as she bites his lip again.

“I didn’t steal anything. I acquired you as legally as you possibly could with another human.”

“So you’re saying you own me now with that ring on my finger?”

Her hand has already found its way into his hair, but now it grips on tight, pulls him back by his curls until his throat is tensed, and what little she can see of his eyes under half-fallen eyelids stares straight at her with the darkest, most blown pupils.

“You’re damn right I do.” Amy jokes back, but her voice is deep and commanding now, watching his Adam’s apple bob with a swallow as he tries to nod, but is obviously restricted. She’s never going to get over how lovely he looks when he’s under her like that, or how much it seems to wreck his brain in all the best ways. A state of mind for him which, right now, isn’t helped by her steady pace of grinding onto him, drawing out more and more moans and whines from his lips that also receive some more kisses and bites.

“Ames-” He whispers after a while, his voice raspy, and she bites along his throat to roughen it up some more. “Fuck, I’m so-”

“Close?” She asks, and he tries to nod but still can’t, her hand in his hair an almost grounding pressure as she lifts up even higher, drops back down with a hard grind and the most pleasingly filthy noise slipping out of his mouth. “Go on then, tiger.” She purrs against it before she kisses him again. “Come for me.”

He’s always good and quick to follow her commands, of course, even more so when they’re accompanied by another tug on his hair, so she’s not at all surprised when his hands immediately settle on her butt to grip it again, thumbs resting against her hipcreases as he holds her down, while his hips thrust back up for the first time, and she can feel him come undone even as she can only slowly rut against him. His eyes are closed, mouth wide open to pant and moan as he calms down again, and they squeeze shut even more as she clenches around him once again for good measure before finally letting go of his curls and just settling down onto him.

His wife is nothing but not kind to him, so she waits until his breathing has at least halfway settled before raising up and lifting off of him entirely, smiling at the soft whine in his throat as she does. Settling against his shoulder, a drifting hand across his stomach that’s still jumping up and down with a few heavy breaths inbetween, and extremely content in the knowledge that she can make or break the man lying next to her any way she wants, Amy’s not at all upset about the difference of pleasure they’ve just shared. If anything, she knows he’ll be just as eager to repay her soon enough. But right now, they’re both happy just lying there in a little haze, her fingertips drawing circles around his belly button as she feels little kisses trail along her temple.

“Cleanup, babe.” She pulls them out of their reverie after a while, and it’s not quite a command, but she knows he’ll respond to it like one. And so he does, sitting up with a sigh and a nod of his finally freed head.

She watches him go as he walks over to the bathroom, turning onto her belly completely. There’s a soreness in her thighs already growing, and a soft but steady ache in her backside, both of which she knows she’ll be feeling for the whole day tomorrow, but as Jake returns with a washcloth to clean her, too, she thinks it was all more than worth it.

He trails kisses up her spine over to her ear after he’s done, a warm and soft hand settled onto her buttcheek with only the slightest squeeze in between.

“I love you.” He whispers, and she laughs as she turns back around.

“Oh, I know you do.” Amy pulls his head down into her nape, a much kinder hand now scratching through his hair. “I love you too.”

“And just for the record, you owned me long before you put a ring on my finger.” He hums against her skin before a few more kisses.

“You’re damn right I did.”

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #meine kritzelei #ficlet #fic #fuclet #Jean Jaques HARD at work

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https://peralta-guaranteed.tumblr.com/post/669249098504912896/theyre-having-sex-and-amy-gets-up-to-pee-and-her just read this and wonder, of course just if u are in the mood and want to, write about how they got there with her not even able to walk if u know what I mean 😌

It’s not that she doesn’t like what they’ve done so far. It’s not like she isn’t a fan of Jake Peralta, the constant class-clown of the 99, suddenly turning all soft and kind and careful around his new girlfriend. It’s not like he hasn’t driven her crazy these past few weeks with warm hands, long caresses and lots of tender kisses while he basically unraveled her and all her anxieties in bed.

It’s not like she hasn’t already decided, somewhat subconsciously, that this is how it’s really meant to feel. That this is it, both in bed and out of it, at least for her.

It’s just that...

It’s just that sometimes, a strong, capable, confident, independent woman wants her brain turned into mush and every muscle in her body brought to that kind of incredibly nice feeling of soreness and ache by the man above her.

And it seems like tonight, after gently pushing and prodding Jake towards just that their past few nights together, he seems to have finally gotten the hint. Or over his own hesitations that made him pull back each and every time he’d finally grip her a little more roughly, made him slow down whenever he’d finally get to a breath-taking pace.

Maybe it’s the tension of a really bad week at work finally letting itself out into his passion. Maybe it’s the two or three beers Charles shared with him that loosened up his defenses a bit. Maybe it was the far too obvious flirts Amy had whispered into his ear on their Uber ride home, or the way she’d pushed his hand under her skirt to let him feel exactly what kind of outfit he was expecting to see once they got home.

Whatever it is, Amy is very, very thankful for it as Jake continues to push her up and closer to her headboard with each thrust. His hands are on her hips, that soft crease he usually only nibbled along, gripping with a strength she knows she’ll remember tomorrow still. His fingers push into bitemarks she feels with a slight sting, reminding her of the teeth that made their way across her skin back in the hallway, after he’d sunk to his knees in that way that always makes her shiver a little, and before he’d lifted her up off her shaking legs when his mouth had done its wonderful work and carried her to bed. 

He’s not let up since basically throwing her onto the mattress, and it doesn’t feel like he will any time soon. Amy’s hands are squabbling around for something to grip until they find the headboard barely above her, push against it and help her rock back against him too as he drives into her. The room is filled with the sounds of her, falling from her lips without her control, and she’s sure there’s been quite a few praises and begging in them too, but she can’t really remember what day it is, let alone what she’s been moaning the past few minutes.

“Jake- oh god-” She manages with a shaky breath, and he replies with a low groan amid his own panting. His hands release her hips, leaving behind a trail of red little bruises as they rush up to her chest, squeezing and massaging and roughly rubbing over her nipples before he bends down to suck one of them into his mouth, and it’s not just that sensation that makes her whine even louder. The change of angle as he continues to pound her presses his skin against her still kiss-sore clit with every move, rubs along it just the right way to send sparks from her stomach down into her legs.

“Fuck-! Don’t-” She exlaims as he nibbles and licks across her chest. “Don’t stop, Jake, dont-”

As if he’d ever consider that an option, his hips crashing against hers as he moves further up to kiss her, swallow down her continuous moans and pull her tongue into his mouth while her hands leave the headboard and dig deep into his hair to hold him close. Her legs, previously spread as wide as possible to take him in between them, link around him instead, her ankles pushing against his butt to press him into her, and it’s all too much, and just perfectly right, and she can’t-

He breaks out of their kiss as she comes, and she knows he’s watching her face lose all control as she lets out the most depraved noises, but she can’t find herself to care. Not when her whole body seems on fire, heat rushing out from between her legs where he’s continuing his heavy pace, all the way out into all of her limbs, shaking and clenching and tensing every muscle in her body. Not when she can’t even see his face staring down at her, her vision obscurred by sparks and stars before she squints her eyes shut with a shudder. Her legs start to feel numb and tingly as they press around his hips still, but he doesn’t let up as she whines, and she can feel a softer, second crest coming over her as he pushes closer into her, thrusting turning into grinding and rocking instead as he buries his face in her shoulder and she can hear the deep moan of his own orgasm around her shivering and twitching body.

Jake finally slows down and stops, their chests pressed against each other as they heave with panting, his hot breath against her sweat-slick skin raising goosebumps around her neck. He drops down as Amy’s legs unravel around him and fall as well, his whole body pushing her down into the mattress instead of upwards now, and she relishes these new sensations as her eyes slowly clear - the weight of him a comforting thing she didn’t know she could crave this much, the heat of him enveloping her like a hug. The room smells like them, heady and overheated, and she huffs with a smile as she feels those familiar, soft, careful kisses skirt across her clavicle before he lifts his head to look at her with hooded eyes.

He smiles, too, and she wants to say something, but it’s hard to form any words with her breath still uneven. She wants to say it, the words, the big thing that’s been thumping away in her chest for a few weeks now, but it always felt too early, too nervous about scaring him off, and she knows she certainly doesn’t want to hear it first thing after sex, as incredible as it may have been. But she knows it - she knows it with all of her heart, and she has the slightest suspicion that he does too. So she pulls his head down for a kiss instead, and hums as he deepens it, drawn-out and soft with his tongue finding hers and a little whine buzzing through it as he pulls out of her, leaving her aching just a bit.

She can feel her legs tingle with that static rush buzzing through them as he rolls off her, gets up on equally shaky legs to head to the bathroom, and she misses his warmth and the feeling of his body beside her before he’s even completely off the bed.

There’s not much time to miss him, though, before he climbs back under the covers, snakes an arm around her waist and nuzzles into her smiling cheek.

“Your turn, babe.” The gentle prod of fingertips to her side is the only sign he’s willing to let her go at all at the moment.

“I know. Gimme a minute.” Amy hums as kisses trail down her neck again, soft and familiar. But there’s the quickest sting of teeth inbetween too, and they send shivers down her front all the way down to her still numb legs. Getting up might be a bit of a challenge right now, actually, but she huffs again as she turns to give it a try.

She can already feel her body going sore as she sits up, the tension in her still static legs, the heat from the bruises on her hips, and she loves every single bit of it. It’s only going to get stronger when she wakes up in the morning, but she also knows the sweetest man in the world will be there to kiss every part of her awake, and she might even be able to cajole him into a little massage if she promises good returns on it.

#my writing #ficlet #fic #B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #fuclet #Jean Jaques hard at work #he's woken up it seems #or maybe it's one of his hibernation dreams

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this is a very specific prompt but after they are together, jake asking amy if maybe one night she can wear that pink dress from the boyle-linetti wedding. i just feel like they would and that it would be one of their top 5 sex ever bc they'd both just be energized completely idk

(it is quite specific and I like it A LOT some of you might have noticed I had Jake and Amy never really undress in most of my smut fics... which I did not realise until a friend pointed it out... so fashion-based fun? hells yeah. Also this started out my head, again, as a short sexy fuclet and now it’s turned into 2k words of pure smut and I’m kind of not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

“Wait.” Jake stares at her from his position on the bed, where he’s been lazily scrolling through the #konmari twitter tag while she does her once-a-month closet clean out and has covered the rest of the mattress around him with her Keep and Donate piles, only sporadically asking for his opinion on pieces she can’t decide on. “You actually managed to get the stains out of that?”

“Hm?” She looks up at him from her contemplative feel for that ‘spark of joy’ she needs to feel as she holds onto the little pink dress, not really following for a minute. “Oh, of course. I gave it to my dry cleaner, they do amazing work.”

She gives the dress in her hands a look over, seeing if any of the stains she remembers can still be detected, but no. It’s clean as a whistle, almost as good as new. For a reason, she remembers now.

“I should probably get rid of it. I haven’t worn it since, actually.”

“Amy Santiago.” Jake sits up on his knees on the mattress, and it almost looks like he’s getting ready to jump at her. “If you don’t wear that dress on our next date night, I will break up with you. In public.”

Amy scoffs - he’s glad he’s so cute, and that she doesn’t take him too serious anymore, as he’s been jokingly threatening to break up with her over even smaller slights, like stealing the last fry off his plate, ever since they’d established they were definitely together-together after the Captain’s funeral, in it for the long haul, pinky promise and all that. And she’s returned the threat often enough to make it nothing more but an empty joke.

But she does put the dress back onto the keep pile, and sees his excited grin when she does so.

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“I would’ve thought-” She gasps as his teeth nick across her neck, up to her jaw as her head drops back. “-would’ve thought the other dress that day would be more your flavour. Given the boob window.”

“Mmmh.” The hum on his lips is deep and rumbly against her skin as they make their way downward to her cleavage, pulling the already deep v-cut of her pink dress down more with one finger. “Never gonna say no to that view.”

Both his hands find their way to her chest, then, still covered in fabric, cupping and massaging as his head comes back up to kiss her deeply, and she’s glad she picked a soft bralette for tonight to really feel his hands on her.

“But that was a Gina dress.” he continues after their kiss breaks for a baited breath. “You want me to get the hots for a Gina dress?”

“No.” She laughs airless, before gasping once more as he pushes her against the wall of the hallway they’ve only just stepped into and out of their shoes after dinner. “Just that this one is a lot tamer.”

“Sorry that the dress I saw the woman I love wear while chasing down and arresting a perp like a badass and then kneeling in front of me to fake-propose is kind of burned into my brain.” 

“Jake...” She wants to say more about that sweet sentiment he slipped in there - about how if she’d known what he felt back then, if she had been as sure as she is now, she wouldn’t have jokingly handed him off to some auntie for that slow dance - but his hands travelling from her chest down to her thighs and hoisting her up against the wall kind of wreaks her train of thought.

It doesn’t take much more movement to ruck the skirt of the dress up, halfway over her bum, and she can feel the bulge of his pants hard on her as he uses his whole body to hold her up against the wall.

“I think you need to get me out of this dress now, though. As much as you like it.” She jokes with a wink, but the dark glint in his eyes make her gulp.

“No, I really don’t have to.”

-*-

And he doesn’t - all he needs is to pull her panties to the side after unzipping his slacks, and then she feels the weight of his body against her again, as well as the stretch of him inside her as she moans and clings to his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist for support as his hips begin driving into her.

“Jake, fu- oh my god-” She can only repeat his name in higher and higher moans and gasps, his speed and intensity much more than what she’s used to, especially out of the blue after only a short moment of making out in the cab back home. His lips and tongue swallow the next round of pleas before she’s left to nothing but a tense, quiet whine as he bites along her neck again, his hands gripping her thighs so hard she already knows she’ll have dark red marks from his fingertips tomorrow. Every inch of her in contact with him burns, in the most pleasing way, and she absolutely won’t regret the ache and soft thrum of pain she’ll probably have to endure tomorrow after this slightly acrobatic scene, she thinks as her legs twitch and her arms scramble for purchase in his dress shirt.

And then he bites down onto the bit of shoulder the cut of her dress has left bare, hard and to the point of almost actual pain, and one more deep thrust of his hips is enough to clamp her legs around him even tighter, barely letting him move into softer twists, almost shocked into an orgasm so sudden and rough she can’t focus her eyes for a moment as she grabs his hair and pulls his head back with a shout. He does continue those calmer movements of his hips, though, pushing her short high into a drawn-out pulse between her legs that almost makes her sob, and and when she clenches around him once more he finally stills completely with a low, rumbly sigh as he follows her into bliss.

She’s glad he still has enough strength in him to hold her up, because not a single muscle of her body seems to be working anymore. She’s shaking when he lets her legs down slowly, carefully, still supporting her against the wall as he slips out, and they stand pressed like that for a moment, their foreheads against each other as they pant almost in sync.

A trembling hand reaches up for his cheek as she kisses him, soft and languid after they’ve both come down from it all, but it doesn’t take long until that hand slides back into his hair as the heat rises again, and it doesn’t feel like they’re done by a long shot.

-*-

He doesn’t need to take the dress off her for round two, either, not after he’s carried her to the bedroom and almost thrown her onto the mattress. He pushes it up instead, all the way over her waist to around her sternum, enough space left even with the tight fit to slip his hands under it to enjoy the soft feel of her bralette once again.

What he needs to take off, though, are her panties, and they’re tossed aside rather quickly as he shuffles out of his pants, his shirt already unbuttoned and opened wide by eager, not trembling fingers anymore. His hands push her thighs apart and slide down them as she shivers, while he sits back on his heels to survey the view below him.

She must look a mess - her hair has come undone from its soft, low side-bun that makes her look so elegant on date nights, now splayed out across the pillows like the rest of her. She can feel the heat of her skin all over, blushing bright and already covered in a soft sheen of sweat from their first quickie in the hallway. With her dress bunched around her chest, her finger-bruise-marked legs spread under him, not a single inch of her feels in any way composed or in control of herself, but he still looks at her like she’s hung the stars shining in his eyes right now.

He bends down for a kiss, much softer and slower than any of the ones from before tonight.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles even as he begins biting down her throat again. “I still can’t believe I get to do these things with you sometimes.”

“You get to do these things with me all the time.” She quips, and earns herself a very stern, yet amused look up from between her breasts.

“You are in no position to make fun of my syntax right now, Miss ‘can’t even finish a full swear’ Santiago.”

“I don’t know what you mean- FU- oh god- Jake!”

He’s sat back up and entered her without another warning, and her back lifts off of the bed immediately as she clenches around him, still sensitive, as he pushes in fully.

“See what I mean now?”

His voice is cocky to say the least, but it doesn’t really register anymore as he begins pulling out again, starting a rhythm that is slower than in the hallway, but still just as intense. His hands gather at her hips to hold her still and pull her towards him at the same time, meeting each thrust with a push from her side. Her hands scrabble along his lower arms, holding on as if she still needs him to steady her, and maybe she does, because she’s quickly losing herself in this new pace, can’t focus on much except for the feel of him around her and inside her, his hands gripping her tight again, his heavy breathing and her moans as the only sounds still reaching her ears. It’s soon joined by the usual soft rambling she’s become used to now and still can’t ever get enough of, the way he’ll praise her each time, simple repeats of how beautiful she is and how great it all feels, how much he loves her and wants to make her feel good, and sometimes she can’t believe the things she gets to do with him, either.

But she’s not really in any state to formulate that thought, and probably earn herself another grin or maybe even a soft smile and a kiss, because he shifts his hips to lean forward and kiss her anyway, and the next moves of his body hit that spot in her that she knows he holds out for most of the time, teasing her until she finally gets to feel it. Not this time, as she feels his smile against her lips when another thrust makes her almost squeal, and he continues rocking into her to more and more sounds.

It’s a much slower rise to the high point than before, none of that jolting power shooting through her - she can feel it like hot water rushing out through her veins instead, starting from her centre all down into her legs and up into her stomach, shaking her chest and lifting it off of the bedding again as he kisses into her still covered cleavage, snakes his flat palm against her back to hold her up as she lets out a long, drawn out moan. His last few thrusts become unsteady,erratic, before she lifts one leg to wrap around him and pull him closer just an inch or two to cinch it and find him groaning into her skin as he comes, the weight of him shifting onto her again in far more comforting way than before - now it seems his turn to lose control over his limbs as he comes down to lie on top of her, his head sunk deep into the bend of her neck, and she holds him just as steady as he held her before.

-*-

“Wow.” He breathes out as he finally, sadly rolls over and off of her, staring at the ceiling next to each other with the same elated smile on their faces.

“Yeah.”

“Definitely a Top 5.”

She huffs out a laugh as her hand groggily drops onto his bare chest and is quickly met with his reaching up to hold it.

“I’ll add it to the ranking.” She agrees before trying to turn towards him and kind of failing. “Will you please help me out of this dress now? I don’t think I can feel my legs enough to move.”

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #fuclet #Jean Jaques hard at work #for real with this one

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One of them has a wet dream and the other finishes them off

Amy wakes up with a deep groan, and it takes a moment for her mind to figure out where exactly she is - back in her bed, in her pajamas, just like always.

The body next to her is a fairly new addition, though - not an unwelcome one, just a little unusual. After the dream she's just had, she'd usually turn over, maybe poke through her bedside drawer for B.o.b., her little battery-operated boyfriend (a term Gina has coined for her that will not leave her head no matter how much she hates it), and, well, finish the job.

But now, as her breathing normalises again and she turns her head, Jake is there, the real, non-battery boyfriend, bed-tousled hair and sleepy eyes and mischievous grin and all.

"Someone’s woke up frisky."

She can feel herself blush even as he shuffles closer to kiss just to the side of her lips, his hand slipping under her pajama top, fingertips slowly exploring upwards.

"Must've been a really good dream."

A content sigh escapes her lips when his hand finally finds its way up to her breast, a soft massage as his kisses wander over her cheek down to just below her ear, that spot he figured out on date 2 that never fails to make her whine.

"You said my name." He whispers after a little nibble, and his voice sounds different - she was expecting playful teasing, or a silly, overly horny comment, but there's something else in that tone, happy and proud and just a tiny bit vulnerable. They're still so new - still getting used to the idea that it's not "professional" anymore, not "just good friends", that he can call her his girlfriend when meeting old acquaintances at Shaw's, that she can mention her boyfriend casually like he's never been anything else.

"Well." She hums and then squeals just a little when his fingers pinch her nipple. "You were in my dream."

"Mhm." His nose digs into her neck with a deep, warm breath that makes her shiver, and his hand starts to slide down over her stomach again. "Tell me about it."

And this, too, is still so new to her - still something she's getting used to. It's not like she was some repressed, nervous little girl without a sex life - that brief dip with Teddy not withstanding - but things feel different with Jake. More... exciting. Maybe because despite his many dating escapades, she'd never imagined him as this open, this adventurous when it came to anything sex-related. Maybe because she never feels that nagging feeling with him, that tiny bit of leftover - guilt? awkwardness? self-consciousness? - whatever it is that used to ping in her brain whenever a boyfriend would try to offer up something new, it simply doesn't exist anymore with him.

He can look at her, sleep in her eyes and a bit of sweat covering her skin, ask her to tell him about the wet dream she's just had, and all she feels is a jolt of excitement as his hand fumbles with her waistband.

"We were in that restaurant... from last week."

"The fancy one." He seems to help along while his hand, warm and wide presses against her inner thigh, pushes her legs apart almost carefully.

"Yeah." She nods before his kisses resume on her neck again, interspersed with little nibs. "And you were- you said to the waitress we didn't need dessert."

There's a little laugh in his hum, probably figuring out where this is heading already.

"And then you lifted me up on the table, and I was- I was wearing my dress, but no-"

"No underwear?" He fills in as she lets out a little moan when his fingers press and rub over the gusset of the panties she's wearing right now, already feeling her hot and wet even through the fabric.

"Y-yes." He's pulled them aside now, sliding over the outside of her folds, pulling them apart just barely. "And you started - you were -" her breath is already getting heavier as his fingers continue to explore "-eating me out, but  teasing so much, like you always do."

"Gotta amp you up." He's still grinning as he lifts his head to kiss her. "But in the middle of the restaurant?"

Amy only nods when she feels two fingers slide either side of her clit, pressing together and rubbing, drawing short little breaths out of her, high-pitched whines that she used to feel embarassed about, but knows Jake absolutely loves.

"You wouldn't let me come." She whines now, too, as his fingers keep moving, making her legs tremble. "And then you pushed up my dress completely, and you fff-ahn!"

His fingers have left her clit, only to push down further and right into her, spreading open easily for two of them to start stroking in and out.

"I did what?" She can hear the grin in his voice even if she can't see it with his face too close to hers, waiting for an answer before he kisses her again.

"You fucked me right on the table."

She earns her kiss for that, a much deeper one than the ones before, his tongue pushing into her as she moans over the ministrations of his hand speeding up too. His thumb is pressing against her clit again while he keeps pushing into her, rubbing slow, deep circles against it, and he bites and pulls on her bottom lip when the kiss ends, letting her huff and groan out loud.

“Is that something you want?” His voice is husky, almost rough, and it’s definitely not from leftover sleep as she sees the darkness of his eyes while he leans over her, his free hand digging into her hair and scratching a little while his other hand continues to play with her. “Being spread out on a table in your pretty dress and taken?”

“N-not at Malmaison.” She protests just a little, and he laughs breathlessly.

“You looked so fucking good in that dress.” He leans back down to her ear again, to whisper into it, but also to bite along its shell. “If you really hadn’t worn panties under it last week... I would’ve jumped you in the cab back home. I wouldn’t have waited for any private table at your place.”

“..Jake, oh god...!” She can’t answer anymore as his thumb speeds up, presses harder and faster against her clit, and it doesn’t take much longer until she’s completely speechless, clenching around his fingers that won’t stop, moaning into his ear as he continues to softly bite her neck.

She feels pressed down into the mattress even with no weight on top of her while she pants to get her breath back, watching him sit up as his hand slips out of her pajamas. There’s an extra little jolt to her already foggy brain when she sees him bring his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean, before he looks down at his completed work of completely unraveling her and grins.

“Good morning, by the way.”

Amy huffs an annoyed little laugh and has just enough strength to whack his pillow over his head as he laughs too.

“C’mon, let’s get in the shower.” He grabs the arm holding the pillow and pulls her up to a much calmer kiss, followed by a still very husky whisper. “And then maybe you can pick a dress to wear today.”

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #fuclet #Jean Jaques hard at work

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“against the window? are you insane?”

“Jake.” Amy’s voice is scolding, as it very often is, but there’s a hint of something more to it, a low buzz of enjoyment.

It might have to do with Jake’s hands currently pulling her sensible work blouse out of her sensible work slacks to travel across the skin hiding underneath it, or his lips making their way across her bent neck, biting down ever so often.

“We’re literally in front of a window-” She tries to be serious again, but his hands have found the button and zip of her sensible work slacks, and it’s kind of hard to keep focussed when his teeth find that spot under her ear.

“It’s a two-way mirror, not a window.” He states, matter-of-fact, as she whines with his hand sliding down into the front of her pants, slipping between her underwear and starting to stroke.

“It’s still- the interrog-ah!” She grabs his wrist to hold him still, but it’s far too late by now, and she can feel his smirk against her jaw as he pushes her hips back against his, lets her feel the fact that she’s not the only one getting improperly excited. “Jake- we’re at work-”

“No one’s in there. The door’s locked.”

“Terry is bringing a perp over in a few minutes-”

“Guess we’ll have to be quick. Or quiet.”

She wants to protest more, but only lets out a gasp when she feels cold air hit her bum, Jake’s free hand having made quick work of her slacks and his own zip. He’s hot and hard against her skin a moment later, rubbing between her thighs and clearly still waiting for her signal, even as his arms pull her back against him. She lets out a soft sigh, angling her hips only a little as he continues to nibble across her shoulder, and that’s more than enough of a sign for him to slide into her with a much louder sigh.

They barely notice the door in the room in front of them opening and closing, don’t really care for the disgruntled perp slamming down into his chair as Terry sits across from him, too lost in their own world of quiet grunts and fast thrusts, Amy linking her arms behind her to hold onto Jake as he pushes her closer and closer to the mirror, and she can’t help it, can’t keep her mouth from falling open with those little noises he usually loves so much-

“You’re too loud.” He whispers into her ear this time, though, well aware that despite the two-way mirror and general secrecy of the observation room, it is in no way soundproof. She whines as her head drops back against his shoulder, biting her lip.

“I ca-can’t-...Jake-”

His hand slips up, covers her lips before she can moan aloud again, presses against them carefully, and only when he feels her nod does he push harder, muffling her noises as he takes up the pace again. Her breath is hot against his fingers, her hands scrambling for purchase on whatever part of his shirt she can grab, and he’s never been this turned on before, this close to finishing before her even as his other hand keeps rubbing against her with every thrust-

-*-

The room he wakes up in is far more serene and quiet, the only noise apart from the street below their apartment being the quiet clink of a coffee cup that Amy places down on his side table before climbing back into bed, smirking as she lets a finger trail over the tent in the duvet covering him.

“Having fun without me, are we?”

“Well, you were there.”

“Aww.” She leans down for a soft good morning kiss, but doesn’t resist much when he wraps her up in a much tighter hug for a much longer kiss.

“We should totally have sex in the observation room.” He mumbles against her lips as they let go, and her raised eyebrow is more than judgemental.

“In your dreams, bud.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Oh, I see.” She rolls her eyes with that soft little smile he loves to wring out of her. “Well, that’s where that fantasy is staying, then.”

“Are you saying you don’t have a list of places at work we could sneak off to?!”

“I do not.”

“But you love lists!”

“Not ones that make me break practically every rule in the handbook-”

“You weren’t that against it when you dragged me off into the locker room to-”

“Remember how that story ended? With the whole dead captain and being found out and everything?”

Jake only huffs in response, and Amy grins as she runs a nail across his pouting lips, pulling it back quickly when he tries to bite it.

“Sorry, babe, but whatever idea your dream conscious has provided you with, the precinct is still off-limits.” She pecks a kiss against his pout instead. “But my apartment isn’t, so...”

Her hand drifts off down towards the duvet again, and he finally grins back.

“Not saying no to that lovely offer, but you gotta admit it’s not the same kind of thrill in bed than being pushed against a two-way-mirror.”

Amy actually seems to consider that for a moment, and he can see the ideas running through her head before she pins him down with a look that is very promising.

“There’s a one-way mirror in the bathroom, at least.”

And he’s never against joining his brilliant girlfriend in the bathroom, but he’s sure he’s also never pulled her in there as fast as he does now.

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #fuclet #Jean jaques hard at work #weird that the one prompt I couldn't think of ANYTHING for is breaking this writing slump??

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sex in a blanket fort

“...Okay?” Is all he hears from beyond his little kingdom before he opens the ‘gates’ (aka the thinnest blankets covering the front) and pops his head out, meeting Amy’s confused yet amused face with a wide grin.

“I was going to ask if you forgot I was coming over, but this is my place.” She says with a cocked hip and folded arms, surveying his work of the past few hours. She’s probably walked into weirder situations ever since giving him a key to her place (one very disastrous attempt at cooking her a surprise dinner comes to mind), but finding a frankly giant blanket fort in the middle of her living room instead of the usual couch+table ensemble (both pushed to the wall instead) is definitely in the top 5.

“I know! Your stuff is so much better to build with. The couch cushions actually hold up.”

“That’s because I turn them regularly for even use, and because I use them properly.” She tries to sound stern, but there’s that hint of amusement in her voice he knows means he’s got her convinced already.

“What’s more proper than a blanket fort deluxe?! Your cushions were always destined for greater things than holding up our butts, Amy.”

“I see. And what makes it a blanket fort deluxe?” She gives one of the sides of the fort a poke, and it does hold up surprisingly well.

“You’ll find out.” There’s definitely hidden more behind it all, considering Jake is still keeping the entrance - safe for the little space where his head is grinning out at her from - tightly closed.

“Is all this the date plan you’ve been talking about all day?”

“Part 1.”

“And what’s part 2?”

Now a hand pops out as well, and she can’t resist a little giggle as she reaches for it to hold, and is quickly pulled inside the heap of blankets and pillows.

She recognises her own TV tray in the back of the surprisingly spacious inner ‘court’ of the fort as she crawls in, filled with sweets and fruit, two tumblrs of something sparkly inbetween. The pillow floor is strewn with hopefully fake rose petals, a set of stringlights over their heads illuminating it all in a very soft glow.

“I was gonna get some candles too but then I realised fabric plus fire is probably not a good idea.”

“Smart.” Amy says as she settles down on one of the pillows next to him, turning his face towards him for a soft kiss. “This is so sweet, Jake.”

“You had a lot of tough cases this week.” He mumbles with his forehead pressed against hers. “I figured something comfy at home was a better date night idea than a swanky restaurant or something...”

“Oh, definitely.” She grabs a strawberry to munch on before unbuttoning her suit jacket and slipping it off, then reaching down for her slacks.

“Woah, Santiago, going in hot and heavy.” Jake whistles even as he takes her jacket to fold and put aside as she shivvies out of her pants.

“Shuddup.” She throws said pants into his face as he laughs. “You think I can be comfy in work clothes?”

“No, no.” The slacks get folded too - he’s well-trained by now.

“You want me to leave the fort to get some sweats, then?”

“No...” He crawls over after the little pile of clothes is pushed aside, planting a much longer kiss on her than she did before. She giggles again as she holds his head as they part, to pull him with her while falling down into the soft blankets.

“Then I guess the only other option is you keeping me warm and comfy.”

“Mh, I guess.”

He’s quick to follow orders as he snuggles up to her immediately, wrapping her in a comfortable hug as a few more kisses trail down her cheek.

“Also, you don’t get to tell me I go too fast, Mr. Already-in-boxers.” The elastic of his shorts thwap against his stomach with a teasing pull.

“I needed movability while building!”

“Oh suuure.”

“Don’t mock the man who built you a romantic blanket fort, Ames.”

She cuddles into him instead, her fingertips scratching along under the hem of his t-shirt to a soft hum, and the next few minutes are well-spent with hugs and kisses, roaming hands that slide over skin, and intertwined legs.

“Man.” Jake interrupts one of their kisses with a grin on his face. “My 11 year old self would go crazy over the idea of having a girl in his blanket forts.”

“Gina wasn’t allowed?”

“Nah. No girls allowed in the blanket fort at all. But I think she didn’t care for it anyway.”

“Well I’m glad I’m the exception to your rule.” She pulls him over for another kiss, falling back into their cozy rhythm.

It’s all very nice, and sweet.

And Amy absolutely needs more.

Jake’s little hum is more than surprised when, with the next kiss, she turns his shoulders to push down into the pillows, switches their legs around and climbs up on him without breaking the kiss once until she sits up, to see him stare at her with that shine in his eyes he’s only ever reserved for her.

“Ames-...”

There’s not much else he can say as she pulls her undershirt over her head and leans down for a far more intense kiss, during which she can feel his hand slide up her back, quickly unclasping her bra in that practiced way he already has that never fails to thrill her just a little. Almost as much as the practiced way his hands immediately cup her chest, thumbs pressing and rubbing over her nipples. Their kiss breaks only for soft moans and pants into each other’s mouths as Amy reaches down to shove his shirt up as much as she can, not too happy about losing the touch of his hands as she sits up again to pull it over his head now.

“I’d kinda planned for this fort to be more ‘relaxing’ for you, babe.” He grins as she pushes and pulls on his waistband, releasing what is already growing into a sizeable erection.

“Uhu, I can tell.” She purrs while stroking him until he's fully hard, bending down to catch his moan in her mouth.

“Cut me some slack. If a gorgeous lady was sat on your hips getting undressed, you’d get going too.” His fingers hook around her panties, and she helps him get rid of them by lifting her butt and legs to slide them off, but presses back down as soon as they’re gone.

“Fuck, babe-” Jake groans with his eyes squeezed shut as she rocks back and forth, rubbing her wet across his cock, parting her folds more with every move.

“You like it?” She says in her actual flirty voice, the one that always gets him, and that almost nobody but him has heard, as her tongue slips back into his mouth, changing the angle of her body as she leans down to cover him almost completely.

“You feel so fucking good... no matter how.”

“What if that’s all I did? Just hump you until I get off?”

“Ff-nh!-Fine by me.” He groans as she already leans back onto his tented legs, still grinding on him. “But we both know you need a bit more than that.”

His hands grip around her waist, and use the momentum of her grinding to push her forward and back towards him, tumbling onto her elbows as her hair falls out of its bun to curtain both their faces as she smirks.

“Wouldn’t call your cock just ‘a bit’ more, babe.” She murmurs against his lips before biting down on them. “But yeah... I really need you deeper inside me today, if you want to help me to relax with a good orgasm or two.”

“No one would ever believe me if I told them about the things you say sometimes.” He laughs breathlessly before she kisses him again.

“You love what I say.”

“Yeah I do.”

“You love what I do.”

“Ffffuck yes I do-”

He moans as she sits up once more, swivels her hips to line up and then pushes down onto his cock slowly, carefully, humming deep with the stretch until she’s fully seated. He can feel her stomach tense under his touch, clench around him as she adjusts to his size with a few short, small rocking moves of her hips.

She clenches even harder when he immediately slides one hand from her hips to between her spread legs, pinches her clit between finger and thumb and rubs.

“J-Jake..!”

“You asked for a good orgasm or two.” He grins with more rubs and little flicks as she begins to rock again, her face already gone slack as she rides him, soft little moans that keep growing escaping from her lips.

It’s truly a sight to behold - if he felt nothing else, he’s sure the view alone would be enough to get him off. The greatest woman in the world, Amy Santiago, his girlfriend, sitting atop him completely naked, a soft sheen of sweat on her skin shining from the dimmed light of the stringlights. Her chest heaving with deep breaths and a slight bounce from her movements, her face screwn up in pleasure, her strong legs tensing with each thrust up and down his cock. It’s not a rare sight at all - Amy loves to be on top, and there is no way in hell he’s ever stopping her from taking the reins - but it has something unique each time, something special that embeds itself into his memory. The soft light this time, the cozy little bubble of sheets and blankets slowly filling with the warmth of their bodies, the scent of her and him mixing throughout, is sure to be another factor that his mind will gladly recreate later on.

Another deep moan pulls him out of his reverie as Amy leans back even more, holds onto his knees behind her as her rocking increases, and he’s quick to follow with his hand’s ministrations, trying to return her moves with thrusts of his own, and it takes no less than a minute before she whines even higher than before as she crests. Her thighs shiver while she continues to rock onto him, riding her orgasm out with full force, drawing it out longer and stronger until she drops back against his legs completely, still twitching around him as her chest heaves with a few more uneven breaths and sighs.

“Damn, Ames.” His voice comes out husky and rough, his thumbs back on her hips turning calming circles over her skin, but she’s already up again to throw her loose hair over one shoulder, grinding against him even as she’s still squeezing with every move from sensitivity.

“Maybe give yourself at least a moment to rest?” He tries to quip, but interrupts himself with a groan when she climbs forward without sitting up, stretches her still tense legs out behind her to rest her full weight on him, and god she’s so warm and soft against his skin, the scent of everything Amy deep in his nose, her lips still kiss-flushed as she drags them across his throat.

“Good idea, babe.” He hears in his ear before her teeth nip on it. “You do the work, then.”

“Not exactly what I meant, but - gladly.” He huffs with a laugh before gripping her ass tight as he begins to push his hips up against her now, a slower rhythm than the one she’d given them before, but judging by her continous mewls and whines into his ear she’s more than happy with it. He can feel her teeth travel along his neck and shoulders as he continues, leaving behind a trail of slightly painful fizz on his skin, and what he’s sure will be some very obvious bitemarks tomorrow morning.Every bite travels through him like a little lightning bolt though, pooling deep in his stomach, and it only helps him speed up as she rocks back to meet his hips with hers.

She’s still sensitive, he can tell by the way she tenses with every thrust, soft hitches of breath as she grinds herself against him for some more friction, and it’s not going to take either of them much longer.

“Come up here.” He sighs into her hair while she’s still biting into his neck. “Want to kiss you.”

Amy lifts her head with another rocking move of her hips, and he downright growls at it as her lips clash against his. One of his hands finds its way from her ass into her hair, grips it tight as their kiss deepens, and her legs tense once more with a deep, hard grind before-

Amy’s second orgasm seems to hit her just as strongly as her first, and the feeling and noises of that alone are enough to push him over the edge as well, moaning deep into her open mouth as she pants against him, dropping down into his arms entirely as they come down.

The twinkling lights over their heads blur in his vision as she softly slides off of him and to his side, half her body still covering him and stealing his warmth like she always does. There’s a headiness stuck in the air of their little fort that is making him more than dizzy.

Amy is saying something, he realises, as he blinks and stares down at her smirking face.

“Huh?”

“I said.” she laughs and pinches his side. “If your 11 year old self would go crazy over the idea of a girl in his fort, what would he say to the fact that said girl just fucked 37 year old you’s brains out?”

Jake laughs as he turns to face her side by side, pulling up one of the spare blankets that were not needed for the fort canopy to cover them.

“Any Jake from 11 to 36 would probably faint if he heard that.”

She giggles as she kisses him, fingertips skirting across her bitemarks on his shoulder.

“Blanket fort deluxe, for sure.”

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part 1 of ficlets for that awesome triple-ask I got:

Amy hearing a story from one of Jake’s exes of how amazing he is in bed and she can’t stop thinking about it

The extremely inebriated girl that has plonked herself down on the barstool next to them, declaring them to be her ‘best friends!’ after helping her out in the bathroom earlier, gasps loudly.

“You’re a cop?!” She squeaks at Amy, and she almost feels like shushing her, but this is Shaw’s - half the people here are probably in her line of work, anyway. 

“Is that a problem?” She asks instead, while Kylie next to her - the one who found the girl trying to reapply her lipstick while leaning against a toilet stall door, thinking it was a mirror - snickers.

“Naaaah. Cops are. Hot.” Her head’s lolling as she grins, then leans over to whisper in an almost conspiratory way, and Amy’s hand is already hovering in case she topples over. “I dated a cop once.”

“That’s nice.”

“Yeaah. JAKE!” She suddenly yells, as if she’s been trying to remember the name for a while instead of just now, and Amy feels like someone dropped a bucket of ice down her back.

“Peralta?” Kylie pipes up next to her.

“Yes!” The drunk girl points at her excitedly. “Perlalto! Jakey P...” She grins as she hiccups. “He was such a, a goof! A goofball. A golfball.” She giggles.

Kylie giggles too, while Amy shoots her a look. 

“But!” Drunk girl continues, and leans forward again, and this time Amy has to grab her arm as she sways back and forth. “Between usss? Besties?” She smacks her lips. “Best. lay. ever.”

“Really.”

“Kylie…!”

“Yah!” The girl yelps again and giggles, humming with her eyes closed as she softly sways. “mh-mh-MH! His hands. Like, everywhere. And, oh, OH! Everyone told me he was a cocky bragger.” She giggles as she tries to sip the water Amy got for her, scrunching her nose when she realises it’s not alcoholic, then grinning again. “Cocky was definitely right.”

“What do you mean?” Kylie asks before Amy can kick her to shut up, but the look on her friend’s face tells her she wouldn’t stop even if Amy punched her, probably.

“BDE!” The drunk girl shouts again, catching the eyes of a few bystanders, before she giggles some more. “BDE, I tell ya. You think he doesn’t need to put much work in when he’s got so much to offer.” She sighs, almost dreamily, and Amy can feel herself blush. “But he does. Oh he does.”

“Alright, that sounds nice-” She tries to placate her, but is interrupted by waving hands.

“And kissing?! Sooo much kissing. So good.” Another hiccup and sip of water, so at least she might be getting a bit better. “Like… like fire and ice. Electetrictitity. Zoom!” She tries to imitate the sound of a lighting bolt maybe? Amy guesses. Kylie cannot stop giggling, so that doesn’t help her attention.

“Alright. Electricity. Okay, how about you drink your water, sweetie? You said you came here with a friend, let’s try to find her so you can go home.”

The girl nods and drinks her water, because Amy’s mom-voice is well patented and works on drunks as well as on kids. But before Amy can get up to actually look for her friend, she’s grabbed by the upper arm again as the girl leans forward and pretty much slumps into her arms.

“Ooone more thing.” She grins, hiccups, giggles. The usual routine. “That- that mouth?” Another deep hum. “Not just for kisses. Mmmhoooh no.” She makes a face that Amy sadly thinks is very close to the face she probably made when that mouth was working on her, and she quickly pulls her up from her slump into standing.

“Alright, let’s find your friend.”

-*-

“Well, that was interesting.”

“That was incredibly mean.”

Amy slams the cab door shut behind her while Kylie shuffles down the backbench to make space for her, grinning. They’d waited until the drunk girl and her luckily much more sober friend had gotten into their own cab and driven off before waving down their own.

“Oh come off it, Amy.” She snorts. “She was so drunk, she probably won’t even remember talking to us at all tomorrow.”

“Maybe.” But I will , Amy thinks. And I have to work with him.

It was hard enough doing that and not lose her focus all the time without the added bonus of wondering whether the girl’s proclaimings were true or just alcohol-fueled. Without staring at his hands typing at the desk next to hers, hands she’d been fascinated by for a while anyway, without peeking at his grinning lips as he talked to Charles and thinking about ‘electricity’ and ‘not just for kisses’. Not thinking, as hard as she could, about ‘BDE’ every time he walked past her (a term she had to google after that night, but would have already guessed the meaning of beforehand). 

There was no point in wondering, she scolded herself. No point in thinking about things she’d like to prove true or not, because they’d never happen. They’d resolved their… thing. They were friends. Professionals. And a professional friend should not be thinking about their professional friend’s potential abilities in bed, no matter how great they’d been said to be.

-*-

And then an impromptu undercover engagement happened, and the locker room happened, and she learned that electricity was very much the tamest description that girl could’ve found for what Jake’s kisses felt like.

She learned that his lips, soft yet insistent, perfectly molding to hers, sent more than just fire and ice down her back, mixing with another jolt of that electricity when his tongue slipped into hers on their fourth kiss, finally, tangling with her own and pulling a moan out of her that he couldn’t help but grin at even while he continued making her toes curl with his kiss.

She learned that his hands, pressing between her shoulder blades, gliding over her hips, holding her close while roaming all over her, were worth the weeks of fascinated staring. And she could only imagine what else those two features could do.

  And then four kamikaze shots happened, and she definitely learned about those hands. What they really feel like sliding her dress up her thighs, pressing his thumbs into her hip creases. Unhooking her bra with a swiftness that surprised her, cupping her breasts and softly rubbing her nipples immediately. Only waiting for another soft moan to interrupt their ongoing kiss to dip his head and lather his mouth’s attention on them too, while his hands travelled back down, slipped under her panties and firmly gripped her butt as he lifted her up and closer to him, to that wonderful mouth sucking and biting on her chest.

She learned about BDE, too, when her hands finally managed to slip into his jeans and wrapped around far more than she was used to. Really understood the meaning of it when she rolled a condom on him while his still wonderful hands were working to pull all her concentration away from that to between her legs, making sure she was more than ready and wet enough to let him slowly, carefully push into her, almost calculated movements until he was finally hip to hip, her legs wrapping around him and crossing her ankles in an attempt to hold him for just a second. 

She’d groaned deep before he even started to move, feeling fuller than she ever had before, and she whined softly when he pulled out in the end, a feeling of loss she was sure she’d crave again soon enough. 

  And now, on their third date, after the drunken awkwardness of the first one and the sober awkwardness of the second - both of which led to a hurried removal of clothes and a heated meeting of skin - she can't help but think about how she'll finally find out if the drunk girl's last promise will hold out as well, as his soft kisses travel down her stomach. 

They'd gone far slower and calmer than the last two times, but his hands had lost none of their appeal as they stroked over her skin, hooked around her panties and slid them off almost teasingly slow before leaning in for another sensuous, but still electrifying kiss. 

And now she can feel those hands travel from her knees down her inner thighs, spreading her legs as wide as they can while he kisses and nips along her lower belly, over the small patch of trimmed hair and down between her folds, eliciting a soft whine. His thumbs rub up and down the crease of her hips, barely an inch from her hot and needy parts that his lips kiss and glide over in exploration. 

She can't hold back an even higher pitched noise when his tongue finally connects with her clit, pressing and swirling at just the right speed to already send her legs shivering. They squeeze close together around his head as soon as two of his fingers push into her, a mere shadow of the stretch she's already started to love after only experiencing it twice, and she's clenching around him and and gripping his hair tight when they start moving, synching up with the speed of his tongue and lips wrapped around her until the mix of it all breaks her in the best way imaginable, has her shaking and squeezing around all of him with a shout. 

He grins at her in that insufferably sweet way he has when he's finally travelled back up her body with soft kisses again, softly stroking her through the aftershocks until her breathing evens out again. Grins and then dips down for another thundering kiss before spreading her legs again and pushing into her, that very welcome stretch much less of an adjustment after he's worked her up like that. She wonders, briefly, if that's why he became so good at it - to avoid hurting the girl he's with, make sure it's just as enjoyable for her as it clearly is for him.

-*-

She lies in a sweaty huff after he climbs off the bed to clean up, and wraps her arms tightly around him when he returns to snuggle into her side. 

"Happy?" he grins at her again, but this time she answers with her own grin and a kiss. 

"Drunks and children really speak the truth", she mumbles without thinking, and feels his pecks against her neck stop. 

"What?" he lifts up to look at her, and she can already feel the embarrassed blush creeping up the parts of her neck he was only just kissing. 

"Nothing." But the jig is up, as are Jake’s eyebrows.

“That’s a very weird ‘nothing’ to think about after sex.” He pokes her side, making her twitch away for a second. “Please tell me the explanation involves a drunk and not a kid.”

“It’s not- just- Kylie and I helped this drunk girl at Shaw’s a while ago.”

“Okay?” “And she… uh… she kept going on about what it’s like dating you.”

Jake’s entire face freezes, and there’s almost a hint of panic in his eyes. Considering the amount of horrible first dates she remembers him having before her, it’s probably justified.

“And that’s what you had to think about after-” He almost whines, and Amy is quick to calm him down with a soft hand to his cheek.

“Nonono, not in a bad way! She was just… very drunk. And very.” She coughs for a second, the sudden awkwardness in the room almost palpable. “Explicit.”

“Oh no.” Jake’s head drops down against her shoulder, hiding his face from her as best as he can, but she can feel the heat of his blush against her skin now. “Thank god you didn’t mention that before we- oh Jesus, I would’ve been so worried.”

“What, why?”

“Because it would set up expectations!”

Amy has to hide a surprised giggle at his childlike, exasperated voice travelling up from her shoulder. 

“None you didn’t fulfil.”

“I definitely wouldn’t have if I’d known about it from sheer nervousness.”

“Oh come on.” She shakes her shoulder enough to make him look up at her, and god, he really is blushing - and genuinely looks worried. “Why are you being shy about this?”

“It’s awkward!”

“I figured you’d actually get quite an ego boost from all the girls walking around talking about your BDE in New York bars.”

“BDE?”

“Oh please, like you don’t know that term.” She rolls her eyes, careful not to admit that she kind of didn’t.

“No, but like… isn’t that about attitude and not actual… physical-” Now it’s his turn to cough as he lifts his face away from her shoulder, still avoiding her eyes.

“Well in your case I guess it’s both.”

She grins as he blushes some more and rolls away from her to lay on his back, his hands covering his face with a groan - the perfect opportunity for her to climb onto his hips and lean over him, the grin on her face turning into a softer smile as he peeks at her through his fingers.

“You should be proud about your reputation, Peralta.” She jokes as he groans again. “You must’ve made a lot of ladies very happy.”

“Wasn’t that many.” He tries to defend himself as her fingertip slides down his sternum.

“Mhm. Sure. Anyway…” She leans down to bite a hickey into that spot right under his ear she’s already learned will make him whine in a higher pitch than she’s ever heard. “You’ve definitely made one lady very happy lately.”

“The only one that matters.” He finally seems to calm down from his embarrassment as his hands leave his face to slide up and down her thighs. 

“Cheesy.”

“Mh.” He grins now, hands making their way to her butt to tip her up and over, landing her on her elbows and their faces only inches apart. “The only one who gets to talk about me like that in the present tense, not the past.”

“I’m not going to talk about our sex life with anyone, Jake.” She scoffs, but he wiggles his eyebrows.

“You say that now, but I’m already looking forward to 4 Drink Amy’s next appearance and her rant about my BDE.”

He laughs and pulls away as she pinches his neck, then reaches up for an apologetic kiss she gladly returns.

And maybe, despite the really wonderful fulfilment of those drunken promises, this is the part she likes the most and expected the least - that ease and fun they already share, that probably none of the other girls got to see from him. The feeling of not having to put up a bit of an act, of lying in bed with… a friend, really. 

There’s nothing cocky or goofy about the Jake that smiles at her from below her now, just pure comfort and joy as they laugh away the awkwardness with a few more quips before settling into each other’s arms, and Amy thinks to herself that of all the things she’d talk about on a drunken rant, all this would probably be what she mentions most, instead of BDE or hands or mouths - these feelings that only Jake has made her feel, in the short time they’ve been together now.

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hc of showering together /smut and cute

(not a HC sorry the smut muse kissed me wow okay that sounds wrong)

Hot showers truly are a gift from the heavens.

Jake had to relearn that, for a while. Florida forced him to shower almost cold, just to escape the humid heat for a while, and he kind of got used to it for a while, to rushed cleanings and shaking hands as he dried himself off. And then he'd returned to his terrible apartment, where the shower setting switched from "ice cubes wouldn't melt in this" straight to "You didn't really need that patch of skin anyway".

But now he was in Amy’s apartment - their apartment - and the shower was actually well-maintained. There was a milky glass separation instead of a shower curtain that would stick to your ass, there was a whole array of scented bottles with what he considered nothing short but magical properties when rubbed into his skin or hair, and there was actual hot water, hot enough to let his sore muscles relax, but not so hot he felt like peeling his skin off when he stepped out of the tub again.

So, needless to say, hot showers turned into a very regular, sometimes overly long thing.

Like today, after waking up from a very short night, yesterday’s evening spent at the precinct over a case that had been a small blip when he left into WitSec, but had since grown into a chaos of notes and intel from several detectives trying to work on it. He was sure Amy would scold him for wasting that much water and turning her - their bathroom into a steam sauna, but he couldn’t find it in him to worry about it while the heat of the stream was working into his shoulders.

-

There’s the smallest breath of cold air as he hears the bathroom door open, and waits for the ensuing groan and lecture through the glass partition.

It never happens, though - instead there’s only the soft sound of feet hitting wet tiles as she steps in behind him, wraps her arms around his stomach as she leans against his back.

“Hey.” comes with a soft kiss to his finally relaxed shoulder, and then a head lent on it, one of her hands lifting up to catch some of the water streaming down against his front. “Did you sleep okay? You’re not usually up this early after a late night.”

“Mh.” He sighs and lifts an arm to turn around without breaking her embrace, letting her share the shower side by side. “Think I might go in for a few hours today, actually, to look over the files again.”

“Lemme know when you do. I’ll go with you.”

She doesn’t like to stay separated from him too long at the moment, and he understands it more than enough. It’s only been a short while since she woke up next to him in bed and broke into tears, whispering about how ‘it wasn’t a dream this time’. 

He hugs her a little closer, feeling the heat of the water slowly warming up her always cold-ish sides, and sighs with the softest feeling of comfort around him. She was pressed against him completely nude, the water making her hair already cling to her shoulders and pouring little streams down over her chest, and it genuinely didn’t register as anything but true comfort to be close to her, hold her safe like nothing had ever happened, in their own home. Their own little space.

-

“Did you wash yet?”

He shakes his head, causing a few extra droplets from his soaking hair to spray across the tiles. 

“Just soaking up the heat. I didn’t really need a shower, to be honest - took one before bed yesterday.”

She breaks out of the hug to reach past him to the little array of bottles, grabs the slightly scratchy peeling loofah and rubs some of her vanilla scrub into it before swiping it over his chest to spread it with foam.

He’s glad his face is covered with drops from his hair when she reaches his shoulders, rubs there a bit stronger for a little massage, because this way she might not notice the tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. It’s insane, the things you can miss - of course he missed her, endlessly and with despair, but it’s these little moments he longed for the most. The soft care of her hands, the shine in her eyes as she looks over his arms as she cleans them.

She presses against him to reach his back, instead of walking around him, and smiles up at him for a little kiss. There’s a grin to her, too, as the loofah rubbing on his lower back is replaced by two hands giving his butt a playful squeeze.

“Is that the ‘All done’ sign, now?” He grins back as she giggles and kisses him again, a bit longer this time, a bit more insistent, before pushing the loofah into his hands and turning around, swiping her wet hair to one side over her shoulder.

“My turn.”

He obliges, of course, massaging into her shoulders and the dip of her waist, up and down her spine as she hums deep and lets her head drop. She’s been dealing with just as much at work as he has, he realises, as her shoulders relax under his grip, her sore muscles flex against his thumbs.

He pulls her against him once he’s done with her back, swipes her hair back for her, and she giggles when the loofah quickly travels up her sternum as his hands wrap around her sides and help the little sponge out.

“They’re gonna be so squeaky clean they’ll shine by the time you’re done.” She mumbles while he cups her breasts and abandons the loofah entirely, and he huffs a laugh against her neck.

“Not my fault they’re too awesome to be ignored.” His thumbs rub over her nipples, swirl across them until they’re completely perked up. “And have been sadly lacking attention for quite a while.”

“Well, not completely lacking.” Her voice has dropped a little, and the soft feeling of comfort in their little shower bubble slowly grows more tense in a rather pleasant way. “I know how to take care of them.”

“Mh, I know.” He lets her peaks glide between his fingers as he cups her breasts again, squeezes softly. “Did you think of me while you did?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Moments like this?” He pinches them for a second, earning himself a high-pitched whine as she nods. “What else did you think of?”

“W-well, I-”

“Show me.” He interrupts her before she can stammer anything more, and she nods again as she grabs one of his hands away from her chest, guides it down over her stomach to between her legs. He tries to let her lead the way, but it’s difficult to resist when she pushes his fingers between her folds and he feels a wetness that is definitely not from the shower.

He moves slowly, her hand still on his and steering him a little as he begins to stroke, rub along her slit until he meets with her clit, and she exhales deeply as her head drops back against his shoulder.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers into her ear as he kisses the spot behind it. “Missed feeling you like this.” As he circles her, feels her thighs clench around their hands. “Missed hearing you like this.” As a soft flick makes her moan even deeper than her voice was before.

“Jake…” Her hand pushes him down a bit more, and he understands her direction well enough to slip two fingers into her to another moan, gliding in and out in a steady rhythm while his thumb presses up again, rubbing her clit. 

“Jake.” She sighs again, her head still against his shoulder. “So good… so much better than my- alone-”

“Yeah.” His voice is just as husky as hers, and she must feel how hard he is as she pushes her hips back while he speeds up, but that’s not what this is about right now. “I got you, babe. I’m right here.”

She groans as she grabs behind her to hold him, and his free arm snakes around her ribs to hold her up as her legs begin to shake slightly.

“Come for me, babe.” He whispers into her ear with another flick of his thumb, and it’s all she needs to let out the deepest groan yet. Her thighs are more than just shaking as he feels her clench around him, and her whole weight presses against his chest and into his arm as he slowly rubs her all throughout her orgasm, leaving her almost limp in his grip when his hand finally stills and pulls away from between her legs to hold her just as steady around her hips.

-

She’s still panting even as she stands up on her own again, twists in his arms to pull his head down to her for a deep kiss.

“I missed you too.” She answers far later, and he smirks before she kisses him again, her hand now gliding down his belly instead. 

“Your turn.” Amy huffs against his lips as her hand wraps around his cock, and his hand laying softly against her hip tenses as he moans with her first few strokes.

“Fuck, Ames…-” There are still soapsuds trailing down his front, helping her hand glide across his erection, and he can already tell that no matter how slow she moves, this is not going to last long.

“Did you think of me too?” She whispers in her most seductive voice, as if that was still needed, and he gulps.

“Always, Ames. So much.”

“In the shower?” She grins, and he can’t help but laugh breathlessly too.

“Everywhere. All the time.”

There’s a certain sense of pride in her smile as she strokes him even faster, a possessiveness he’ll gladly hand to her without any resistance, anyway.

She turns her wrist in just that way that she has, and his guttural groan reverberates off the tiles.

“Babe- I- oh god, this- it’s not- this isn’t gonna take long if you-” He stammers, and she slows down slightly as she presses a kiss to his throat before sinking down.

The sight of her kneeling in front of him is not a particularly rare one, but it still sends a jolt through his body every time, especially as she presses a kiss against the tip of his cock, her hand still gripping it firmly. He expects it to leave him soon enough while her mouth takes him in, but neither happens - and when he looks down, he’s met with a glint in her eyes looking up at him that makes him shiver despite the heat of the shower.

“Say when.” She simply says, and drags an open-mouthed lick across his slit, and god-

“Right now if you do that again.” He manages to press out, and he can feel her smile against him as she only kisses the tip again, drags her lips around it softly before pulling away and licking a bit harder this time.

“Fuck, babe, I’m-”

Her hand squeezes and pulls as her tongue rests against the underside of his head, and he can’t say another word as he comes with a whining exhale into her open mouth. Her strokes continue as he twitches in her hand, and she kisses away the last few drops with soft, hot lips around him before letting him go and slowly standing up.

-

He’s leaning against the cold tiles without even noticing as she presses against him with a sly grin, and her thumb caresses across his bottom lip while he’s catching his breath. He leans away from it and over to kiss her, though, his hand digging into her wet hair and pressing her forehead against his.

“On second thought, I don’t think I need to go into work today for anything.”

She giggles when she kisses him much softer and turns the shower off without moving away from him.

“Good.” Her voice is still husky, but it’s slowly moving back, and her thumb softly strokes across his cheek while she holds his head in her hands. “Lemme dry you off. I put the towels on the heater.”

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