“I don’t understand why you’re so upset, it worked didn’t it?”

“I’m upset because you put yourself in danger! I could have lost you!”

Kitchen Encounter - FP Jones | Riverdale

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: FP Jones x Female!Reader

Warnings: age gap (reader is over 18 though), S E X , kinda dominant FP, kitchen sex (#insanitary), just plain nsfw 

Word Count: 1513

Summary: Request: based on prompts #7 & #17 “You’ll be the death of me, lil girl.” & “You look so hot when you’re angry.” 

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The sound of your heels against the cold hard pavement echoed in the dark surroundings. Perfectly timed, in sync with the beat of your own heart. It is safe to say if there were people around, they would all be looking in your direction.

The teenage boys swooning over a girl they could only dream of being with. The teenage girls in a fit of envy, wanting to be like you. The fathers imagining all the dirty things they would like to do to you, and the mothers cursing under their breaths: “Just wait and see, you won’t look young forever.”

Not that 25 felt young, not by a long shot.

You spent long hours at the Whyte Warm, pouring drinks for older men as they swooned over your amazing figure, and when you weren’t at work you were fishing your baby brother out of trouble. Archie Andrews was always in some kind of trouble.

But to be fair, so were you.

The night enclosed as you reached your destination - FP’s trailer. Trouble.

You let your self in and looked around the dim space. The older serpent peeked from the kitchen, a sly smile spreading across his face.

“Evening ma’am.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you closed the door behind you before taking off your jacket and throwing it over one of the chairs in the living room.

“What brings you to my humble abode?” FP asked curiously as you leaned against a counter in the kitchen, crossing your arms.

“I want to talk to you about what happened at the bar earlier.” The sentence came out as a sigh, one swift breath. FP raised an eyebrow as he leaned against a counter across from you.

“I’m all ears sweets.”

He took a swing of his beer waiting for you to start talking. He knew exactly what you were going to say yet he figured he would let you talk anyway.

You reached for his beer and took a quick sip.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore. She stops by the bar everyday looking for you. She tries to hide the disappointment on her face when you’re not there or her happiness when you are. What am I supposed to think?”

FP watched you intensively. He examined your features. The way your eyebrows furrowed when you were annoyed. How the slight dimples in your cheeks deepens when you were fighting tears.

A ripple of guilt began to hug his heart. The more you spoke, the more that ripple grew.

“She clearly has the hots for you FP.” You stated in a mere whisper. “And you’re giving into it.”

The older serpent was now standing right in front of you. He took the beer bottle out of your hand, placing it on the counter beside you. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around your waist killing any space between you.

It was clear you were annoyed. FP found it entertaining.

“Don’t smirk at me Jones, she’s infuriating.”

FP’s gaze traveled from your eyes to your lips. They lingered their for a second too long. With the tip of your fingers, you lifted his chin so that he was looking into your eyes again.

“Looking at me like that won’t change how I feel right now.”

Your voice was stern, however, with a subtle hint of playfulness. FP took that as an invitation, in his mind you weren’t as mad as you seemed.

“You look so hot when you’re angry.” With that his lips were on yours.

He parted his mouth slightly, the hotness of his breath sent shivers down your spine and almost as if on queue your lips separated letting his tongue in.

FP pressed his groin tightly against you. One of his hands travelled up your back, his fingers tangled in your hair. His other was on your waist, just below your left breast.

Lost in the moment, you bit his lower lip. He pulled away almost at an instant. A hungry look spread across his face along with a sly smirk.

“Is that how you want to play?” The sound of his husky voice was enough to make you wet. Which of course, you already were.

FP didn’t let you answer. Instead in one swift motion he lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. Your short dress twisted and disappeared, revealing your underwear completely. FP didn’t wait for you to react, although a cheeky giggle escaped your lips which caused the handsome serpent to growl earnestly.

He parted your legs and his lips were again on yours. This time meeting your kiss with more aggression, lust.

You barely had the chance to catch a breath before his tongue was again down your throat, wrestling with yours.

He fumbled with his belt letting his jeans fall to the ground. He grabbed your hand and placed it over his hard member, you could feel every pulsing vein through the thin material of his boxers. 

You squeezed lightly causing FP to break the kiss. He looked into your eyes, then at your lips, before trailing his gaze down towards your breasts. 

His hands travelled up your waist until they reached your chest. His thumbs traced along the bottom of your bra until they touched, now his hands hovered over your bust completely.

He looked into your eyes again. Almost as if he was daring you to do something, anything.

So you did.

Your fingers trailed upwards to the band of his boxers. You pulled the material closer to yourself, letting his erect penis free. Smirking at the older serpent you brushed your fingers gently over the tip.

FP leaned in. He kissed your ear, and whispered: “Just grab it baby.”, before biting lightly on your earlobe. 

You did as you were told. The second your hand clasped around his dick, FP’s hands squeezed your breasts. He started to play with them, his lips still at your ear breathing heavily.

The roughness of his moves caused the bra to slide a little revealing your hard nipples completely. FP felt them through the material of your dress and groaned hungrily. In a blink of an eye he was ripping the fabric off of your skin letting it fall to your side and leaving you in your underwear, plus the high heels.

FP’s lips were now on your chest. He trailed kisses down to your right nipple. His tongue ran across it once before he put it in his mouth, taking the other nipple in his fingers.

Your head falls backwards, giving into the feeling completely.

As his mouth works magic over your bosom, his hands help you out of your panties. He steps closer, and positions himself at your entrance. 

He can’t help but run his fingers along your wet pussy. His fingers practically drown in your sweet juices. 

The older serpent smiles while looking up at you. You meet his gaze and replicate the smile.

“Get on your feet baby, and turn around for me.”

Once again, you do as you are told.

He places your hands on the kitchen counter and pushes your stomach into the cold marble so that your ass is sticking out. 

He pulls you a little closer to himself, his erect member brushes against your bottom. His pelvis pressed against your round ass.

There was a brief pause. Long enough for the two of you to catch a breath.

FP then pulled himself all the way back, before pounding into you.

A moan escaped your lips at the contact.

He continued to pull out before pushing back in. Each impact was rougher yet more intimate. Ever so gradually, FP increased his pace. He blanked a rhythm.

In and out, in and out. 

It wasn’t long before he was thrusting faster and faster. The rhythm followed as he, for lack of a better word, banged into you harder and harder.

Your bodies were slamming together, inaudible moans came out of your mouth every time the handsome serpent rammed his cock inside you.

Your face was pressed against the stone counter, eyes tightly shut. Your legs began to wobble under the intensity - it was a miracle you were still standing in those heels. 

FP could feel you were drawing close to the end. He increased his speed yet again, thrusting inside of you with all his might. 

Soon your moans began to turn into screams.

“Oh god… I’m Cumming FP. I’m Cum- ”

And so you did. Your juices covered his penis as your legs quivered under the release. FP’s pace suddenly halts. He held onto your waist tightly, grunting loudly as his own orgasm explodes inside you.

The two of you remained in position for a second. 

FP drew out and pulled up his boxers. He then spun you around and pecked your lips. 

“You owe me a new dress Mr. Jones.” Your voice shook as you stabled your breath.

The handsome serpent smiled. He looked you up and down before kissing your lips again.

“You’ll be the death of me, lil girl.”

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