six months too long

by orphan_account

Summary:

six months without Jake felt impossible. the second he walks back into your life, you stop pretending you ever learned how to live without him.

Notes:

i haven't wrote smut in sososososo long so i'm rusty ;(

six months. six soul-crushing, heart-twisting months since jake got yanked into witness protection and shipped off to florida like some low-rent jason bourne. the first few weeks were pure hell. your brain was a traitor, looping his goofy grin, those dumb die hard quotes he’d toss out mid-conversation, the way he’d hum taylor swift’s “shake it off” while brushing his teeth, completely off-key.
nights were brutal, sprawled out in bed, staring at the ceiling, your chest hollowed out, just begging the universe to hear him nerd out about die hard one more time. missing him hurt like a punch you couldn’t dodge.

then, the news hit like a lifeline: the squad was in florida, and jake. your jake. was coming back to brooklyn in a couple days. you turned into a nervous wreck, pacing your apartment, wiping down already-spotless counters, shaving every inch of yourself like you were prepping for the oscars. you knew jake wouldn’t care if your place wasn’t martha stewart-level or if you missed a spot, he’d just want you, all messy and real. but the busywork kept your hands from shaking, kept the countdown from swallowing you whole.

at 11:23 p.m., a knock. three quick raps, then a pause, then two more, like he was signaling “it’s me.” it stopped your heart dead. you froze, pulse hammering, then bolted to the door, nearly face-planting over the coffee table. you swung it open, and there he was: jake peralta, tanner than you remember, hair bleached at the tips like he’d lost a bet to boyle, looking like a brooklyn cop trying way too hard to blend in at a miami vape shop. but his eyes. those big, soft, puppy-dog eyes. locked onto yours, nervous and hopeful and a little scared, and you barely squeaked out a “jake–” before he lunged forward, scooping you into his arms so fast your feet left the ground.

“oh my god, i missed you so much,” he blurted into your hair, his voice cracking as he crushed you against him, spinning you slightly like he couldn’t help it. his arms were tight, desperate, like you’d vanish if he loosened up even a fraction. you clung back, fingers digging into the worn fabric of his hoodie. (yes, that same cheesy “nypd: nunchucks, yo-yos, pizza, donuts” one he loved.) his scent flooding your senses: sweat, cheap cologne, and that indefinable jake smell, like home and chaos and safety all at once. your throat burned, words trapped behind a sob.

“i missed you too,” you managed, voice muffled against his shoulder, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, those sun-bleached tips softer than they had any right to be.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks with this reverent tenderness, like he was double-checking you were real. “okay, real talk,” he said, voice shaky but still so jake. “i spent six months in florida surrounded by alligators and guys named chet who thought crocs were formal wear, and all i could think about was you. you and your perfect face and your laugh that, honestly, is my favorite sound ever.” his eyes flicked to your lips, and that familiar pull, electric and undeniable, crackled between you. he leaned in slow, giving you an out, but no way in hell were you stopping this.

the kiss started soft, sweet, his lips warm and a little chapped, tasting faintly of orange soda (classic jake) . then it turned hungry, tongues clashing, like you were both trying to cram six months of longing into one moment.

when you broke apart, gasping, he pressed his forehead to yours, a breathless laugh slipping out. “okay, wow, that was– title of your sex tape,” he grinned automatically, then winced. “sorry, reflex. i’m rusty. florida jake was not cool jake. florida jake was.. a man who bought a fedora. once .” his hands were still on you, sliding down to your waist, gripping like he couldn’t bear an inch of space between you.

“shut up, peralta,” you teased, grabbing his hoodie strings to tug him closer. his thumb grazed your lower lip, rough and warm, sending a shiver down your spine. “six months,” he said, voice dropping low, a little growl in it that wasn’t usually there. “you know how many nights i laid in some sketchy motel, thinking about you? about this?” his eyes darkened, pupils blown, and your breath hitched.

before you could respond, he bent down, cupping your thighs and lifting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, scooping you up like you weighed nothing. “jake!” you yelped, half-laughing, half-thrilled, as he carried you toward the bedroom, nearly banging your head on the doorframe in his excitement. “smooth, real smooth,” you giggled, and he shot you that lopsided grin that always melted you.

“listen, i’m out of practice, but i’m still a romance ninja,” he said, kicking the bedroom door open with a dramatic flourish, only to trip slightly over a sneaker. he caught himself, still holding you tight, and laughed. “okay, maybe more like romance raccoon. you know, scrappy, charming, possibly diseased, but irresistible.” he said, kicking the bedroom door open with a dramatic flourish, only to trip slightly over a stray sneaker. he caught himself, He set you down on the bed, gentle but eager, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. “god, i need you out of this, like, yesterday.”

the next kiss was pure heat. messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue, like he was trying to erase every second of distance. you yanked at his hoodie, pulling it over his head, revealing that lean, familiar chest, a faint tan line from florida summers making you grin. “what, were you moonlighting as a lifeguard?” you teased, tracing the line with your finger.

“hey, don’t mock the tan, it’s my floridian badge of honor,” he shot back, but his voice was rough, distracted, as he tugged your shirt off, tossing it into the void of your bedroom. his eyes raked over you, lingering on every curve, and he let out a low, “well, damn,” that was so Jake, half-goofy, half-wrecked with want. 

his lips hit your neck, hot and open-mouthed, sucking a mark just below your jaw that sent a jolt straight to your core. “missed this so much,” he murmured, stubble scraping your skin, the slight burn making you gasp. “missed how soft you are, how you smell like that vanilla shampoo that drives me insane.” his hands slid to your back, warm and impatient, unhooking it with a flick. it fell away, and he froze for a second, just staring, eyes dark and hungry. “god, you’re perfect,” he breathed, thumb brushing over one nipple, the rough pad making it harden instantly. You arched into him with a whine, the sensation shooting liquid heat through you.

“jake, c’mon,” you pleaded, hands fumbling with his belt, the leather cool and worn under your fingers. “need you- now.”

“patience, babe,” he teased, but his own voice was strained, betraying how close he was to losing it. “six months without you? i’m savoring this like it’s the last slice of pizza at a precinct party.” still, he helped you with his belt, shucking off his jeans in a clumsy rush, nearly toppling onto you. “okay, not my smoothest moment,” he laughed, catching himself on his elbows.

you grinned, pulling him down for another kiss, your hands sliding over his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle under warm skin. “you’re such a dork,” you murmured against his lips, but it came out soft, adoring.

“yeah, but i’m your dork,” he shot back, nipping your lip before kissing a path down your chest. his mouth closed over your nipple, tongue swirling slow and deliberate, sucking just hard enough to make you moan. “god, i missed these sounds,” he said, voice muffled against your skin. “been dreaming about you falling apart for me.”

his hands slid to your pants, fingers hooking into the waistband, dragging them down with your underwear in one slow, teasing pull, the fabric whispering against your thighs. He paused, sitting back on his heels, just looking at you spread out beneath him. “fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he said, voice low and reverent, like he was seeing you for the first time. his fingers traced up your inner thigh, feather-light, making you shiver. “and- oh, damn, you’re soaked ,” he said, a cocky grin spreading as he slid a finger through your slickness, circling your clit with maddening precision. “all this for me, babe?”

“jake,” you gasped, hips bucking up, chasing his touch. “don’t tease- I can’t-”

“oh, i’m teasing,” he said, but his voice was fraying, thick with want. “but only ‘cause i wanna make you feel so good.” he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and you moaned loud enough to make him groan in response. “that’s it, baby,” he said, pumping slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. “lemme hear you. missed that voice so much.”

you gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, the stretch and slide of his fingers making your head spin. “jake- fuck, it’s so good,” you managed, voice shaky. “missed you- thought about you every night.”

“yeah?” His eyes lit up, that mix of smug and lovesick that was pure jake. “what’d you think about? me doing this?” He curled his fingers deeper, hitting that spot that made your toes curl. “or… more?”

“everything,” you admitted, tugging him down for a messy kiss. “your mouth, your hands- god, your dick, jake, please.”

he laughed, low and dirty, pulling his fingers out to leave you aching. “oh, we’re getting there, don’t you worry.” he shifted lower, kissing down your stomach, stubble scraping deliciously, until his breath was hot against your core. “first, i need to taste you. been dreaming about this for six months straight.”

before you could beg, his tongue was on you, flat and firm, licking a slow stripe up to your clit. you cried out, hands flying to his hair, those bleached strands soft under your fingers as you held him there. he groaned against you, the vibration sending shocks through your oversensitive nerves, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide. “fuck, you taste like heaven,” he mumbled, tongue circling your clit with a hunger that had you trembling. “so sweet, so perfect- gonna make you come so hard, babe.”

“jake—oh god,” you gasped, the sensation overwhelming, his stubble prickling against your inner thighs, the wet heat of his mouth relentless. he sucked gently, then harder, alternating with flicks of his tongue, like he was relearning every inch of you. you looked down, catching his eyes, dark, intense, locked on yours, full of love and filthy intent. it was too much, the way he devoured you like you were his last meal, the way his fingers dug into your thighs, leaving faint marks you’d cherish later.

the first orgasm hit like a freight train, your body arching off the bed, thighs clamping around his head as you moaned his name. he didn’t stop, licking you through every wave, drawing out the aftershocks until you were whimpering, oversensitive. “jake, s'too much,” you gasped, tugging his hair.

“one more,” he begged, voice rough, kissing your thigh before diving back in. “c’mon, baby, you’re so pretty when you come. lemme feel it again.” his tongue pressed just right, slow and deliberate, and despite the sensitivity, the pleasure built again, sharper, until you shattered a second time, tears spilling from the intensity.

he crawled back up, lips glistening, grinning like he’d cracked the case of the century. “that’s my girl,” he said, kissing you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself. “god, i love you so much it’s stupid.”

you were still catching your breath when he shed his boxers, nearly tripping in his haste, which pulled a shaky laugh from you both. “careful, peralta, don’t break yourself before the main event,” you teased.

“hey, i’m a professional,” he shot back, climbing over you, his body warm and solid. he paused, eyes softening, serious for a moment. “this is us, right? you and me, no more florida bullshit?”

“forever,” you whispered, pulling him down. he sank into you slowly, the stretch hot and perfect, both of you groaning in sync. he stilled, forehead to yours, a shaky “holy shit-” slipping out, his voice cracking with emotion. “you feel- like everything i’ve ever wanted.”

he started moving, deep and deliberate, each thrust hitting that spot that made you see stars. the bed creaked, the headboard thumping softly, and his hands gripped your hips, rough calluses against your skin, grounding you. “god, y/n,” he rasped, voice fraying. “you’re so tight, so perfect- missed fucking you like this, feeling you squeeze me.”

you couldn’t speak, lost in the slide of him, the heat of his skin, the way he filled you completely. he angled his hips, hitting deeper, and you cried out, nails raking his back. “there we go,” he murmured, half-smug, half-wrecked. “love those sounds- missed them so much”

his voice was in your ear, low and filthy, “you’re my good girl, taking me so well” mixed with soft, “i love you, you’re everything, never leaving you again.” his pace quickened, thrusts growing erratic, sweat slicking your bodies together. “you’re mine, yeah? say it, babe.”

“yours,” you gasped, pleasure coiling tight, still sensitive from before. “jake, i'm- fuck, i’m close.”

“i got you,” he groaned, hand slipping between you to rub your clit, slick and precise. “come with me, y/n- wanna feel you lose it when I fill you up.”

you shattered around him, clenching tight, pulling him over the edge with you. He thrust deep, spilling hot inside you with a choked, “fuck, i love you” his body shuddering as he collapsed against you.

jake was sprawled half on top of you, sweaty and warm, refusing to move. “mm. that’s it. we’re fused,” he mumbled into your hair. “skin to skin forever.”

“you’re heavy,” you laughed, trying to nudge him off.

he gasped, clutching his chest like you’d shot him. “heavy? babe. that’s hurtful. i prefer… solidly built with an emphasis on snuggle potential .”

“you’re literally crushing me.”

“romantically.” he kissed your temple, then your cheek. “you’re welcome.”

you rolled your eyes, but when he kept kissing you, you couldn’t help but laugh. “okay, okay! enough, Jake.”

“never enough.” he grinned, brushing your hair off your face. “you’re glowing.”

“glowing?” you teased. “pretty sure that’s just sweat.”

“nope. ethereal glow. if angels existed, they’d look like this.”

“you’re so cheesy.”

“cheesy and yours,” he shot back immediately, catching your hand and pressing it to his chest. “see? beating just for you.”

you softened, tracing lazy circles over his skin. “i know,” you whispered.

his face melted at your tone, all jokes gone for a second. “god, don’t say it like that, i'll combust,” he murmured, kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips.

you giggled against him. “you already look combusted. you’re red as hell.”

jake groaned dramatically. “roasted alive… by the love of my life. honestly? best way to go out.”

you laughed so hard he had to cover your mouth with a kiss just to shut you up, then he grinned against your lips, like he couldn’t believe how happy he was.