Only Angel [FP Jones x OC]

Eight

FP forced Seline up against the side of Pop's Chock-lit shoppe, beside the trash cans. He rested his hands on either side of her head, staring down at her with slightly burning eyes. 

"And where did you go this morning?" He whispered gruffly, watching as Seline ran her fingers along the hem of his plaid shirt. 

"I had places to be, FP. You didn't think you were my main priority, did you?" She hummed, leaning up to brush her lips along the older man's jaw. 

He pursed his lips with a scoff from his nose, turning his gaze above Seline's head before glancing over his shoulder, "So what do you want now?" 

She straightened up against him, grabbing his hips to pull him into her, "You." 

FP shut his eyes, shaking his head, "I can't." 

Seline hid the cut of her eyes as she curled her ankle around FP's leg. She ran her hands across the man's broad chest before tracing his belt. FP tried to keep himself from looking down at Seline, knowing that if he did, he's give into her. 

It happened the night before and he felt it was about to happen again. 

"FP," Seline chimed, causing him to sigh and open his eyes to the girl before him. 

He raised his brows in wait until he noticed that Seline hiked up her skirt to reveal her bare hips. FP took a hard swallow, feeling his chest constrict as the girl leaned up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. 

The man instantly grabbed for Seline's bare thighs, lifting her up against his waist and pressing her harder to the wall. FP reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down just enough to reveal himself. 

Seline reached for his member, causing the older man's breath to hitch, and eased it inside her with a halted moan against his lips. 

She braced one foot to the top of a garbage can while her hand combed through the back of FP's hair, feeling him thrust into her until he couldn't go any farther. 

Seline released FP from her kiss, running her tongue across his damp bottom lip before biting her own. Her eyes rolled back as her lips parted in a low moan, only for FP to clamp his hand over her mouth. 

Snapping her look at him, Seline narrowed her eyes, staring into FP's dark eyes before quivering slightly. A shiver rushed through her body, meeting her match as the man withdrew his hand and ran his thumb over her mauve-colored mouth. 

He groaned as Seline's tongue followed his finger, hiding a sneer before clenching around her. A heat rose in his body before he expelled it onto, into and around Seline. 

The girl purred, reveling in the feeling of FP contorting before her as she followed suit. Her arms curled around his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck, releasing a strew of moans before whispering his name. 

Seline collapsed against the man, remaining silent as he held her up. The two struggled to catch their breath, even as Seline started to lick at FP's neck. 

"I can't keep doing this." FP sighed as Seline waded down her skirt and straightened up her shirt. 

"Is that right?"

She pushed up from the wall as FP turned away from her, hand in his hair as the other held his hip. 

"Y-yeah. Look, there's things I haven't told you." He began, bringing his hand from his hair to swipe of his face. 

FP felt that he was too sober for anything, especially breaking whatever it was with this girl. Seline slipped her hands around FP's chest, running her fingers down it as she tiptoed up to his ear. 

"Like what?" She huffed, pressing her teeth to his lobe before tracing them down and tonguing just at his neck. 

The man hid a deep shrug, the small motion causing a tingle between his shoulders. FP slowly pried the girl's hands from him and rushed a step away from her. 

"I'm married, okay?" He forced out, turning to Seline as he braced a hand out before him. "I'm married." 

Seline stood, unfazed by FP's confession, raising a brow in feigned surprise. The man waited for a reaction from Seline but furrowed his brows when none arrived. 

"Okay, and?" She added, flipping her hair behind her shoulder and huffed softly. 

"And?" FP repeated before scoffing and turning around, covering his head in his hands, "And I can't do this again. Anymore." 

Seline pursed her lips, nodding lightly at FP as frustration set in. She took a step towards him, "So, where is she, then?" 

"What?" FP dropped his hands from his face as he narrowed his eyes at Seline. 

The girl shrugged, taking another step towards the older man, "Where is she? Your wife." 

FP shook his head, "She-she's not here." 

Seline hid a cut of her eyes as she took another step, humming in comprehension. 

"Oh, alright." 

FP sighed as he measured the distance between him and Seline, "We-I can't do this again." 

She nodded, "Oh, right. Sure, sure." Her tone was full of sarcastic inflection. 

The man squeezed his eyes shut, not about to give into this girl twice in one day, "I'm serious, Seline." 

"I know you are." Seline agreed, her hands reaching out to straighten FP's shirt and jacket. 

He tilted his head back, hiding a groan in his throat before straightening up to look at her. FP shook his head, staring into Seline's dark eyes and down at her lips. 

"Fuck." FP muttered, flicking his tongue out before pulling Seline close to him and planting another kiss on her lips. 

Seline slowly melted to his whim before pushing him away, "What about your wife?" She practically baited him. 

Refusing to answer, FP shook his head and returned his lips to the girl's, slipping his tongue into her mouth.