Riverdale Smuts

FP x Reader

Walking across town in the middle of the night didn’t scare you, the dark trees hanging overhead and the empty streets giving way to the thumping of music and the yelps of teenagers partying. Rounding the corner, you could see the dancing bodies spilling out of the Andrews’ house onto the front lawn. You stopped across the street, observing the antics of the drunken teens, spotting him straight away through the open front door. He was standing on the staircase leaning on the handrail watching his son who was standing in the bay window.

Suddenly Jughead launched himself across the room, punching another kid right across the jaw, receiving a stronger punch in return which sent him flying across the snack table. Your eyes flicking back to FP, but he was already moving, hauling the teenager out of the front door by the collar of his shirt. His show of strength and dominance had you squirming where you stood, leaning against the tree trunk on the other side of the street.

“Show’s over” he roared, causing the masses of teens to tumble down the front steps and spill into the streets. You watched an altercation between FP and his son, their hands gesticulating wildly, but you couldn’t hear their words. Suddenly FP’s son turned and stalked back into the house. Once Jughead had disappeared, FP turned and began to walk back to his truck. You followed, meeting him by the hood of the vehicle.

“What are you doing here, baby?” FP asked, cocking his head to one side and pulling his lower lip between his teeth.

“I missed you, I went to your trailer and you didn’t answer” you admitted.

Taking a step forward, FP stood between your legs, letting his thumb graze your jaw. Your head tilted to the side, leaning into his calloused hand. He leant down and his lips met yours, softly at first but grew wilder as his hands snaked into your hair, tangling in the waves that hung around your shoulders.

Letting out a long breath you repeated yourself in a whisper, “I missed you”. Opening your eyes your face only inches from FP’s, you smiled, and he placed a gentle kiss on your nose. He walked you round to the passenger door and helped you climb in. You watched him walk around the front of the truck and jump into the driver’s seat. He began the journey across town to Sunnyside trailer park, and the old truck sputtered and groaned along the quiet streets of Riverdale.

The vibrations of the groaning truck spread throughout your body, causing an ache to develop between your legs. Watching him focus on the road ahead, his strong arm resting on the large steering wheel, you scooted across the front seat you that your body was flush against his. He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and held you tight, fingers playing with the hem of your top.

You allow your fingers to wander over his jean-clad thigh, stroking slowly up and down. With each movement upwards your fingers wandered closer to the growing bulge in his jeans. His knuckles were turning white on the steering wheel as his fingers clutched tighter. This was the only sign that he was affected by you, he was so controlled. Finally, your fingers grazed his crotch and he let out a shaky breath, eyes still focussed on the road ahead, hand clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel as he readjusted his grip.

“Are you trying to tease me?” he raised his eyebrow.

You smiled, kneeling up on the front seat and swinging one leg over his lap so that you were straddling him; “maybe” you giggled as you rolled your hips over his.

“Fuck baby..” he groaned as his fingers clutched at your hipbones, “not out here, I don’t want my neighbours looking at you, your body is for my eyes only.” And with that he opened the truck door and swung his legs out, carrying you with him, his fingers digging into the backs of your thighs. You gripped the hairs at the nape of his neck, nibbling on his earlobe as he walked you to the threshold of the trailer and opened the door. Kicking it closed behind him, your lips met his, you tongue licking his lips and gaining access to his beautiful mouth. Oh, the things this mouth could do, you thought, moaning at the memories.

Suddenly, your back was hitting the closed door and his hand was pulling at the straps of your tank top, the other hand supporting your weight and massaging your backside simultaneously. Spinning around, he deposited you on the small couch, letting you fall with a small squeak. He knelt in front of you and tugged at the denim shorts, pulling them down your legs and throwing them to the floor. Your panties soon followed, and his lips were between your legs, fervently kissing and nipping at you. As your fingers knotted in his hair, he slipped a finger inside you and circled it slowly, placing kisses and gently bites along your open thighs. Your eyes snapped shut and your head rolled back against the couch cushions at the feeling that was pooling between your legs. He added a second finger and curled them, hitting a spot inside you that only FP could find, and he felt you clench around his fingers, causing a low groan to spill from his lips.

His thumb began circling your clit as his fingers moved inside you, pulling at something deep within you. Your hips began to buck wildly, and he clamped them down with his other arm coming across your hips and his lips leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach.

All at once, his fingers and lips were gone, disappearing without warning, a whimper leaving your lips before you could stop it. Your top was being pulled over your head, and you twisted your arm behind your back to unclasp your bra and fling it across the room. Looking up, you could see that FP had released his belt buckle and was pulling down his jeans and boxers in one motion. You sat up and tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, and he finished by pulling it over his head.

Sinking to your knees in front of him, you grasped him in your hands and began to move them slowly, back and forth, adding a twist here and there. You kissed the tip and heard his breathing hitch “Fuck!” he murmured, stroking your cheek with his fingers, looking down at you reverently, and pulling your hair into a make-shift ponytail. You opened your mouth and held your head still at the tip of his cock, and he got the message, cupping your cheeks and gently thrusting forward until he felt the back of your throat against his tip. “You feel so good princess” he praised. He pulled back and thrust in again and again, over and over until he saw your eyes begin to water and he slowed, allowing you to pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and swirling your tongue over the slit, using your hands at the back of his thighs to pull you forward.

Pulling out, he bent down and picked you up, one leg over each of his shoulders and your hands clasped around his neck. You lined up perfectly like this, and he used his fingers to guide himself into you. In this position, he had the perfect leverage to control the tempo of his thrusts, and believe me he used that power to make you scream his name. You pulled at his hair as his thrusts came at a menacing speed, hitting your G-spot every time, causing your walls to pulse around him making him groan and curse and “fuck! hold on babygirl.. fuck” as his thrusts became wild and messy. “I c-can’t” you breathed out, as you came undone around him. 

His thrusts didn’t let up, and that euphoric feeling was building inside you again. You didn’t know if you could handle another orgasm, you clutched at his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. His forehead rested against yours as he kissed your lips, panting between kisses. He bent down, still inside you, and lay you on the couch, picking up his pace once more and circling his fingers to bring you closer to the edge with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your toes began to curl and your eyes glazed over as a numbness spread through your fingertips. As your walls tightly clenched around him, his head dropped down against your shoulder and he spilled into you, his hot breath tickling your neck, and your messy hair tangling him his stubble.

He lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling out of you and noticing the uncomfortable expression pass over your features at the loss. He peppered your neck with little kisses and gently pushed your just-fucked hair out of your eyes. Standing, he padded over to the armchair and picked up the blanket that was resting there, draping it over you as his fingers once again cupped your cheeks and a kiss landed on your lips. Once again, he was gone and as you closed your eyes savouring the memory of those sweet kisses and primal thrusts, you heard the bath running and he was back, picking you up with ease and carrying you towards the bathroom on the other side of the trailer, climbing into the tub behind you and wrapping you in his strong arms.