Doug Penhall x Reader ~ Distraction

(Y/N) POV

Jump Street. An old church repurposed to be a secret headquarters for undercover cops in schools. I had been here for a year, our newest recruit was a guy by the name of Tom Hanson, who had a very violent record in the force for his young appearance. Today only Ioki and Judy had assignments so, that left me, Hanson, and the very funny Penhall in the church.

"Hey, short stuff," teased Penhall as he walked by my desk. I mockingly laughed as he looked around the coffee station. "You want coffee?"

"Yeah, have you seen Jenko?" I inquired about our boss. Doug shrugged, handing me the perfect cup of coffee. "Thank you, Dougie. Hey, Tom! You know where Jenko is?" Tom left his desk, swaggering towards us with a confused look.

"He should've been here earlier," he pondered, stealing the coffee in Doug's hand. Before we had time to guess, the roaring engine of the hippie van approached the church. "Speak of the devil."

"Okay, kids. Get back to work. (Y/n), I need you in my office." Jenko walked through the church, ruffling Tom's hair as he passed by. Shrugging, I followed our captain to the childlike room he labelled an office. "You're organized and clean so, I need you to do something about...this," he ordered with a smile and gesturing to the room we stood in.

"I'm not your maid," I sighed, rubbing my temple.

"I know but you would look great in the uniform and your pay grade says otherwise." Snickering, I agreed to his request and created my plan of attack. First the loose papers, then the books, and last his personal items. "Hanson, Penhall! Don't bother (l/n) while they're cleaning," I heard Jenko shout.

"Yes sir!" Doug mocked. I rolled up my sleeves and began to clean. An hour into my job, a knock came from the door as Tom walked in with a file in his hand.

"I'm looking for the other half of the Woodard case. Seen it?"

"Oh! Hold on, it's... here!" I chirped, handing him the file. He thanked me then left me to the garbage heap that was the room I currently standing in. "Oh boy," I breathed, getting back to work. Papers flew about the room as I swept and tidied, my hands becoming covered in paper cuts. Hours of non-stop hard work, I finally could see the floor and his desk now all that was left was the small shelf covered in records.

"Woah, it actually looks like an office now. You're good," I heard Doug taunt as he leaned against the doorframe. I plopped myself down in Jenko's chair with a groan, letting my feet rest. "Hey, you look like... you could use a... distraction!" Doug joked, smirking as he walked towards me.

"I need to finish this last shelf, Penhall. Not now," I grumbled glaring at the said shelf. Doug placed his hands on the arms of the chair, trapping me there, his body so close I could smell his musk and cologne.

"Taking a break is okay, that's why I'm here!" he smiled, his lips only inches away from mine. Glancing to his lips, I closed the gap between us, moving in tandem with him. I rested my arms on his shoulders to deepen the kiss, feeling his hair in between my fingers. His hands roamed to my hips, tugging on the (f/c) sweater I wore to try and take it off.

"Doug," I breathed, breaking the kiss, "not here."

"Please." Jenko's voice cut through the air like a knife. Judy, Ioki, Tom, and Jenko stood in the doorway with grins and smirks on their faces. Blushing, I hid my face in Doug's chest before he pulled me out of the church and headed to his place.