Riverdale Imagines

You're just a small bump

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

Request: "im torn between wanting more fp smut and wanting a cute fluffy fp imagine where fp gets reader pregnant (still age gap but reader is like mid/late 20s)"

Warnings: smut, daddy!FP, swearing, and unprotected sex (Avoid a frown, contain your clown).

The reader is legal age. (Mid twenty's).

THIS NSFW.

FP Jones POV:

When my wife first had our son Forsythe Pendleton "Jughead" Jones III I was so nervous. I thought I might fuck it all up like I did with the rest of my life... But when I held him for the first time, none of that mattered. I was holding my son. MY SON.

Then I had my beautiful baby girl. I knew when she was older she would be a daddy's girl. I would do anything to protect her from this harsh world.

That was until my wife took that all away from me. Now, here I am.

Sitting in a trailer, my wife and daughter were gone and a son who can't stand to look at me. The only good thing that came out of this is my beautiful girlfriend (Y/N).

She has been my saving grace, she has made me want to become a better person. And for that I am forever thankful.

We had been cuddling on the couch when (Y/N) stood up and sat on my lap facing me.

"Uh, hello to you too." She giggled before leaning down and pressing kisses to my neck. "Something I can help you with?" She leaned up into my ear, nibbling on the edge of it as she spoke.

"I need you now," I smirked before lifting her up and walking straight to the bedroom. (Y/N) squealed and giggled in excitement. I threw her down onto the bed before attacking her neck, licking, sucking and biting her sweet spot.

"You like teasing me, don't you?" She nodded breathlessly as I smirked to myself. I continued to kiss down her neck while unbuttoning her shirt with my free hand. I unbuttoned her top to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Naughty girl, not wearing a bra." She giggled, flipping herself over and sticking her ass up into the air.

"Fuck me, FP." I groaned quickly removing my shirt and ridding myself of my jeans. I lined myself up with her entrance, knowing in the back of my mind she was on birth control and we were both clean. Seeing as this wasn't the first time we've done this.

Without warning I slammed into her, making her scream.

I continued to thrust like that, harder and deeper each time. (Y/N) gripped the bed sheets, as my name left her lips with many other profanities. I thrust faster, feeling her get wetter and tighter with every thrust.

"Fuck FP! Oh, baby! I'm close!" She screamed out! I could feel my orgasm approaching too. I continued to slam into her, the sound of slapping skin filling the air around us. (Y/N) thrust her hips back wards signaling she was close.

"FUCK FP! I C-C-C... FP!!" She screamed clutching the bed sheets. Feeling her pussy walls tighten around me made my orgasm be triggered. My thrusts began to become sloppy until I felt it hit me like a ton of bricks. I slammed into her one last time filling her up with my seed before falling beside her. I threw my arm around her as she whispered to me.

"I love you, FP Jones." I smiled feeling sleep begin to take over my body. I muttered out the words.

"I love you (Y/N) (L/N)." As I fell into a deep sleep.

It had been a few weeks since we had last had sex. I was laying in bed, sleeping soundly when I felt someone shaking me awake. I opened my eyes to see (Y/N) looking down at me with bloodshot eyes, tears still running down her cheeks. I shot out of bed as I spoke.

"What happened?! Are you hurt?!" She didn't answer me, all she did was hand me a stick with a little pink line on it.

I've seen one of these before. When my wife first got pregnant she had to use one of these.

Wait... Pregnant? She's pregnant?!

"You're pregnant?!" I questioned as she nodded more tears falling down her face. A thousand thoughts ran through my head but none of them matter when I heard her speak.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I forgot to take my birth control pill and we didn't use a condom. I understand if you don't want it or me I can jus-" I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers.

"I want it. I want you. We're in this together. I've had two kids, I know the ropes. How to change the dirty diapers, how to feed them, support them and love them." I smiled at her laying my hands on the sides of her face, brushing away the tears. "I told you I loved you and I meant it." She smiled through the tears, leaning down I pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"I love you, FP Jones." She said once we pulled away. I leaned down and laid my hand against her now flat stomach.

"And I love you." She giggled laying her hand against mine.

"So, what are we going to name him or her?" I smirked before answering.

"Harley if it's a girl or Motorhead if it's a boy." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You are not naming my child after a motorcycle."

"Hey! Our child." I said correcting her with a smile.

"Yes, our child." She said pressing her lips against mine once more.

I might have been older than her and heck when that child goes off to college I'll probably be an old man but none of that matter to us. I loved her and she loved me. We both loved our little child no matter what.

Nine months later, we had a beautiful baby girl who we named "Harley Eleanor Jones."

Yes, she let me name our child Harley after months of begging and foot massages.