AN: Rated M for smut.
Key kinky buzzwords: Roleplay, public, dirty talk, fingering

Chapter summary: It's a thing they do sometimes, when they wanna have a little fun. They don't tell each other in advance, what their aliases and backstories are going to be. When they wanna do something kinky and roleplay as strangers meeting in public for the first time. Or a bar, in this case. (established relationship peraltiago)

Tumblr prompt: "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

"Waiting for someone?" A familiar voice asked, taking the empty seat next to her.

Amy looked over at the stranger, drumming her fingers on the counter in disinterest. She took in his appearance- his short, curly hair just the right amount of messy, an unassuming yet flattering dark pair of jeans, and a well worn heather gray T shirt with some faded logo on it that she didn't recognize. He looked good.

"Thought I was," Amy replied with a huff, returning her focus to the empty glass in front of her that she'd already finished before his arrival, looking a little put out, but honestly not surprised. "Blind date never showed up. It's been 20 minutes. Pretty Sure by now his face isn't gonna walk through the door tonight. But blind dates never seem to work out, do they?" She mused almost wistfully.

"Whoever he is really missed out on seeing a blind date who looks like you."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "What a line. You ever use that one before?"

"First time, scouts honor," he said, crossing his heart.

"You here to meet someone?" Amy asked idly, crossing one of her legs over the barstool, noticing how his eyes were drawn to the movement. That sure got his attention.

"Nah, just me. Thought I'd get a drink or two alone tonight. Though I'd much rather be drinking with you," he already had that cocky teasy smile on of a practiced flirt, but then he winked at her, and Oh yeah, she was a goner.

"God, you are shameless," she shook her head with a laugh, waving over the bartender. "What are you having Mr. Cheesy Pickup Lines?"

She held up her fingers and mouthed the word two after whatever drink he chose, and once the shots were set in front of them, she knocked back hers just like that.

"Ella," she held out her hand to him for a shake. He took it.

"Nick. Nice to meet ya."

"I broke up with my ex Teddy two months ago, but I'm just tired of fucking myself at this point," Amy dragged her finger along the rim of her glass, listening for the quiet whirl, but it seemed like the bar was too loud to head it. She kept circling it anyway. "Don't have the chance to meet many people with my job or just my day to day life, so that's what's with the blind dates. Though there's a 50/50 chance it'll be some creep that I'd never let come closer than 5 feet."

Amy added in the name of her real life ex that she broke up with two years ago, knowing it would make Jake react.

And react he did. His jaw clenched and nostrils flared at mention of the name, and the possessive look that flashed in his eyes made her shiver in anticipation. She tried not to show it though- that she got exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Tried to play it all cool hand luke, tampering down her self satisfied smile into something sultry with just a hint of up turning lips.

"I'm just bored of getting myself off lately. Wanna have some fun tonight, but looks like that's not gonna happen," she finished with a heavy sigh.

She saw his wolfish smile at that cue out of the corner of her eye, and her stomach swooped as Jake leaned in closer, his hot breath landing on her ear as he slid his hand up her leg.

"If you really want someone else to touch you that bad, I think I can help with that," he practically growled, his fingers tracing circles on the soft, fleshy part of her inner thigh, the sensitive skin tingling as he edged closer and closer.

"Nick, what- what are you doing?" She stuttered, playing the part of how this was all supposed to go down.

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing," he murmured deep and low, a knowing smile on as his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "This is what you came to this bar for, isn't it? Just some fun?"

His fingers crept further up her leg, still rubbing those smooth little circles, encroaching on her already very wet underwear. Once there, he skimmed along the edge of the fabric, following the crease of her thigh, up and down again so teasingly.

"You want someone else to touch you," he moved to the middle fabric covering her pussy, and she was so wet he could already feel it as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure to the damp patch.

He rubbed her with two fingers, downright living for the way it made her breath catch as he nibbled on her earlobe.

"I think I can help you with that problem," Jake offered, emphasizing with a particularly hard push of pressure as he rubbed her through her wet panties, all hot and ready, waiting for him.

She's already aching with need, and the sudden pressure he gives her only intensifies it.

His touch already felt so good, his hand slipped under her dress that barely even covered her thighs when she was standing, and Amy spread her legs as much as the tight dress would allow, which wasn't much clinging to her hips the way it did. The dress was completely unwilling to let her part her legs as much as she wanted to in that moment.

But Jake took advantage of the last two inches that ended the dress that didn't even cover most of his hand as he rubbed her clit through her panties in this bar full of strangers.

Amy was very thankful that the counters had an overhang that blocked the view of what he was doing to her if anyone were to chance a glance.

Amy rocked her hips forward as subtly as she could, cause god she needed to do something, but still trying not to draw attention to the fact that her boyfriend was almost finger fucking her with 20 unwitting strangers around.

She was mostly concentrated on trying to keep a straight face, because it would be more than clear to anyone who looked what was happening if she didn't carefully keep her expression neutral as best she could.

Before she was even halfway there (but already desperate to get all the way there asap), Jake pulled his fingers away, and she actually whimpered.

"Do you want my help with your little problem, Ella? Or do you want me to stop?" He asked, stroking her inner thigh with his wet fingers, coating her skin with her own arousal.

The AC in the bar made her slickness feel about a thousand times colder, and it's titillating. She swore there was a draft from the frigid AC aimed right at her pussy, because otherwise there was no excuse for the chill licking at the wetness on her thighs.

"No, please, don't stop," she begged as softly as she could, in desperate, breathy whispers.

"Really? You want me to make you come in front of all these people? Is that the kind of girl Ella is? The kind who gets off in public, hoping no one notices, knowing someone can. You sure you got a good enough poker face for that? To hide that you're being fucked by my fingers in front of all these strangers and absolutely loving it?" His voice was a low growl and she wanted him so bad, right there right now. But he was right.

That's why he pointed it out to her, in character and dirty talk, but Nick dirty talking Ella was Jake reminding Amy of the situation they were in, roleplay or not.

They'd done this whole roleplay strangers out in public with these heavy touches before, so fuckin' hot, and they always fucked like animals when they got back home, but they'd never gone this far before.

Some heavy petting, yes, but nothing further. Nothing past this point that they were about to cross.

They'd gotten each other worked up in public before with some very sexual touches on the down low until one or both of them couldn't take the teasing anymore and they went home as quick as possible so they could actually fuck each other and have all the orgasms the night led up to.

Never actually orgasmed in public before, though. Those waited for back to their place or even the car with extremely tinted windows.

Not a bar where strangers could look her in the eyes while she was coming, even if it was unbeknownst to them.

Even though they always stopped before this point, she fantasized all the time about going this far, seeing the line and crossing it. Or really, being pushed over the line of climaxing in public.

And she decided that this was the night she was gonna cross the line, and she was gonna enjoy it.

"Yeah, if you're up for the challenge. My ex never was very skilled with his fingers. Think you can prove you're better than that, Nick?" She cocked her eyebrow with a smirk, throwing in the ex again for good measure, and his eyes went a whole share darker with a primal aggressiveness and he kissed her hard, biting down on her lip as his fingers flexed and tightened on her shoulder, fucking her mouth with his tongue, hands holding her so tight just the pressure was enough to make her skin sore and maybe even bruise if he dug his finger pads in any harder.

When he pulled back, they just stared at each others flushed cheeks and open, wanting mouths before they both let out a huff of a smile.

And, taking a look around, they were surprised to see that none of the other patrons seemed to notice their little display that made her so hot she could swear the heat emanated for miles.

But they were seated at the very end of the bar, Jake against the wall, Amy next to him, and had probably the most private vantage point there. With the loud music and the dim lights shrouding them, plus the fact that almost everybody there was too shitfaced to even walk a straight line, much less take notice of their surroundings. Too drunk to care about anything, or even focus on what was right in front of them, and much too wasted to even notice the couple tucked away at the end of the bar, much less focus on them even if they wanted to. But no one wanted to, because of the too drunk to care thing.

"You still wanna?" Jake asked, wondering if the whole making out thing might have drawn too much attention, though it didn't seem like anyone had even looked in their direction at all.

"You said you were gonna get me off in front of all these strangers. And you strike me as a man who keeps his word. You should keep your promises, Nick. If you get what I mean," Amy waggled her eyebrows, and Jake grinned his normal Jake Peralta grin before going back to his sexy roll play expression.

"I'd hate to be one to disappoint. Especially someone as pretty as you." He shot her a cheesy wink, and Amy couldn't suppress the snort that came out of her at that, though she did manage to muffle it a bit.

And Jake, ever the professional, didn't break, even though hearing Amy laugh or seeing her smile always made him wanna do the same.

Jake lazily toyed with the hemline of her dress before he leaned into her again and slipped his hand under it.

"Try to keep quiet, understand?"

He bit her neck before she could think of a clever response, startling a nearly inaudible gasp as his fingers found themselves between her legs again. He pressed a chaste kiss over the slight indentations his teeth left behind on her skin, and she tilted her head away just the slightest bit so he could give her more.

His lips curved into a smirk against her skin as he nudged her legs apart (it seemed she had been squeezing her thighs together in the absence of his stimulation).

Amy canted her hips forward, so very eager for him to get her there. She wanted it- no needed it, more than anything. She was already squirming in her seat.

It took all she had not to immediately rock into his touch when he started rubbing her again, pushing first one knuckle, then two against her sex. Going entirely too slow. She wanted the flame from before back. It wasn't like he needed to spark her arousal with some rekindling, she was still turned on as fuck, and this just wasn't enough.

He was still rubbing her through her underwear, or really with her underwear, soaked through as it was, narrowing in on her clit and pressing the cool damp fabric against her.

Thank god he gave up the slowness, though, finally bringing it up to something that matched the desperation she was feeling, edging her closer and closer.

Her body blocked most of his view from anyone, and her hair was a good enough cover for exactly what his lips were doing to her neck. Biting and sucking on her throat, nipping at her skin, soothing it with licks and some very dirty kisses, trailing his affections wherever he pleased.

Jake pressed harder on her clit, rubbing her faster, and Amy buried her face in her hands because she was so close and knew she wouldn't be able to keep a straight face for long, so she hid it before she could break. So no one would see her O face if they looked over at exactly the wrong moment.

If anything, they might think she was crying, elbows on the bar, hanging her head, face buried in her hands, her long hair falling forward and obscuring her even further from view. Breathing heavy, hiding her face- yeah, quietly crying would probably be a good guess for what she looked like right now.

Amy squeezed her legs together around his hand, rolling her hips forward, so close, almost there, she just needed- she just needed-

"Say my name," he ordered, his voice low and dark, almost dangerous, sending sparks down her spine.

"Nick," she whimpered into her hands, so, so close, and desperate for release. Aching for it. She hoped maybe he would reward her, for staying in character despite all the pleasure she was getting from him right now, but he didn't.

Instead he bit her throat harsh and hard, like it was a punishment.

"Say my name, Amy," he growled into her ear, and her stomach dropped as she grinded into his hand.

"Jake," she whispered, mumbling, murmuring, still covering her face because she was about to come any second and she couldn't hide it. "J-Jake. Jake, I- ah," her breath caught, trying so hard not to gasp. "Jake, please, Jake."

Even though her hands were still covering her face, he could hear her clearly since he's been licking and nipping her throat the whole time, putting his ears in prime position to hear exactly how desperate she was for him.

The fact that she wore her hair down tonight kept it from being so obvious where exactly Jake's head was positioned, and the wonderful things he was doing to her collarbone with his mouth. Definitely wouldn't have been able to pull that off with a pixie cut.

Here it was the perfect cloaking device when her body was blocking Jake's from all the patrons at the other end of the bar, plus- how they were sitting on stools facing the bar- meant that even if someone was sitting at the tables behind them, all they'd really be able to see was just how close Jake and Amy were.

Well, from behind, it was probably pretty clear that Jake was leaning into her, head tilted beside hers, but most would assume he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, being romantic and cute.

Because her hair blocked what exactly he was doing. People would assume romantic, not sexual.

Sweet nothings, while he was really biting and sucking on her throat in a way that always drove her wild.

They were both subtle in their movements, subtle enough to not arouse suspicion of dirty deeds.

Jake finally gave her exactly what she needed to be pushed over the edge, her legs locking up even as she rocked forward, breath stuttering through climax as her muscles spasmed with a flood of pleasure, Jake vigorously rubbing her clit through her orgasm until she had stilled, softly panting into her hands.

When they disentangled from their half embrace, she smiled at his debauched face, lips way redder and plumper than they usually were given how much action he gave them tonight.

She felt a crazy rush that was more than just post orgasm bliss- better than that. Because of all the endorphins flooding through her when her boyfriend got working on her in public, because anyone could see if they approached them.

Knowing that they could get caught, that someone she knew could walk in the bar and come up because they recognized her- that that person would walk up and see that Amy was getting fingered right that very second- fuck. That risk was what made her stomach clench the way that only the filthiest and most arousing kinks did for her.

Amy grinned at him. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Me neither."

"It's almost worrisome that no one even glanced in our direction, isn't it?" She asked, surveying the bar, and yup, they had gone completely unnoticed. It's not just that no one guessed what they were up to, no one had even looked their way. "I mean, I know we were trying to be subtle, but no one even noticed when we were making out and being very obvious with that. Someone could be murdered right here and no one would even notice till they're closing and kicking everybody out. I could kill you right here and walk out with no one the wiser. Not even an injection that kills you almost immediately. I could probably stab you right now and no one would even bat an eye," Amy detailed, going far too in depth in her hypothetical murdering him scenario, especially with the miming stabbing motions.

"Uh!" Jake fake gasped. "You're gonna kill me? Even after all that? You're gonna kill me even after I gave you one of the best orgasms ever?" (He's confident in that claim considered how much just heavy petting in semi-public places aroused her, and being her first public orgasm, that he got to bear witness too, yeah, he's pretty confident in that claim). "After all I did for you, you're gonna stab me? That's what I get? Murdered?" He continued, still mock appalled with a little puppy dog heartbroken face. That face was way too cute for what he just did. "I get you off and for all my work trying to please you, I get murdered? Making you feel awesome and I get killed for it?"

"No, you get a blow job for it," she said coolly, enjoying the look on his face when she successfully took his joking tone back to sexual.

"I have a feeling you won't have enough patience to wait till we get home," she leaned in under the pretense of straightening his collar, then rubbing his chest. Jake swallowed thickly. "So car blow job seems like a good idea, you think?" She gave him her coy smile. "Or do you have any better ideas?"

"Nope," Jake shook his head vehemently, like he couldn't get his response out fast enough. "Good idea. Your idea. You always do have the best ideas. You're the idea thinker in this relationship. I'm so hard right now these jeans actually hurt, and not the sexy type of hurt. So yeah, car stuff awesome. Get out of these pants and get to addressing some more pressing matters too. Let's do that idea right now."

As Amy got out her wallet to pay for their drinks, she took the time to discreetly check out Jake's erection, and yeah, she could see why he was even twice as eager to undress as he usually was.

She wondered if it was the jeans and if they were tighter than the rest of his pairs in the crotch area, or if it was just that he'd never been this hard when he was still wearing pants.

Cause you could clearly see when he had a hard on in any of his jeans, the fabric showing off his bulge as his cock was straining to be released from its confines.

But here the outline of his erection was so prominent it made her skin itch in the most wonderful of ways.

After settling their tab she slung her purse over her shoulder and started to stand up, but Jake said "Amy, let me hold your purse."

She was about to ask why when she got his reasoning. Her long shoulder strap handbag was the perfect length to cover his erection on the walk back to the car.

She smirked and handed it over.

"Always the gentleman, aren't you?"

AN: I only post my less explicit smut here, but I have much more explicit peraltiago smut on archive of our own (where I'm at under the same username), that you can also read on my tumblr, disruptedvice. Can also submit prompts there too.