Riverdale Imagines

Neighborhood watch

A/N: This was requested by anonymous. I hope you enjoy!

Request: "could you write some more fp jones smut?? maybe where the reader is his neighbor and hes always had his eyes on her"

The reader is legal age (18/19).

Can we just talk about FP's face in that gif?? Like, I think that might have just started a waterfall down there for me. (If you know what I mean ;) ) 

THIS IS NSFW.

FP Jones POV:

I watched her for days, weeks, and maybe even months.

She was so beautiful and sexy. The way she moved her hips while she walked, while she danced. I was starting to think how those hips would move if she was riding me.

(Y/N) had been my neighbor for close to nine months. She was there when my wife left me and took my daughter, she was there when my son ran away, and she was there on my worst nights. (Y/N) was a caring and kind person, she came over to my house after Jughead ran away to see if I was okay, she cleaned up the broken bottles that I had thrown in a drunken rage, she helped put me to bed when I was too drunk to walk.

She was always there.

(Y/N) was only nineteen years old and I was a forty-seven-year-old man. I knew she would never want to be with someone my age, not even for a hookup.

Or so I thought.

(Y/N)'s POV:

Flashback:

I had just moved out of my parent's house and into this trailer park on the Southside when I had my first encounter with FP Jones. He had a wife and two kids. Jughead and Jellybean Jones. From what I could tell by looking at him he was a very attractive man with a broken marriage. FP wore this patch that belongs to this local gang, Southside Serpents.

When FP's wife left him and took his daughter, I went over to see if he needed anything. I let myself into his trailer to see FP sitting on the floor, drunk with tears streaming down his face. This man looked broken. I looked around to see broken bottles surrounded the floor. The place was trashed. I immediately had my maternal instincts kicked in and I walked to the kitchen to grab a broom to start cleaning up the broken glass. As I was cleaning, FP looked up towards me with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry," I felt my heartbreak at the sound of his voice. I walked over to him before taking a seat next to him and removing the bottle from his hands.

"Listen, you have nothing to be sorry about. Now, let's get you to bed," I said as I stood up before helping him get up. I put his arm around my shoulder before I began helping him make his way to his bedroom. I laid him on the bed before beginning to remove his boots. I went to stand up to leave when I felt a hand tugging on my wrist.

"Stay," I smiled at FP before whispering.

"I can't. You need your sleep," I said before laying his hand back on his bed and standing up before heading towards the door.

"You're so beautiful," I heard FP mutter before he passed out into a deep sleep. I made my way back to the living room as I began to continue cleaning up the mess from FP's drunken rage.

Once, I was done I locked up his trailer before making my way back to my own.

Present:

I was coming home from another shitty date. This guy that I had met on the popular dating app 'Tinder' was nothing like he said on his profile. I can't even keep count of how many times he's tried to grope me in many different places. I finally had enough and let him walk me home.