imagininghim:

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).

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.

“I had a nice night, when will I be able to see you again?” The douche bag questioned as I mentally rolled my eyes.

“Listen, you’re a nice guy and all but I think this was a one-time thing,” I said as the guy chuckled before beginning to make his way towards me.

“Oh, don’t be such a tease,” The guy said as he pushed me against my front door with a little too much force.

“Don’t touch me,” I said while the guy chuckled before putting his hands on my waist and his lips onto my neck. “Get off me!” I yelled pushing at his shoulders but he wouldn’t budge.

“When a lady says no you listen,” A voice spoke up from behind the guy.

It was FP.

“Why don’t you mind your own business? The old man,” I rolled my eyes at the guy as FP made his way up my stairs before pulling the guy off me and throwing him to the ground.

“Why don’t you? Now, get lost!” FP yelled while the guy got up and ran.

“Thank you for saving me,” I said as FP turned back to me.

“It was no problem. Punks like that deserve to be taught a lesson,” I giggled at his words before turning to unlock my door.

“Would you like to come in?” I questioned with curiosity. FP stared at me for a moment before nodding his head. I pushed the door open before walking while FP followed.

“Nice place, you got here,” FP said once he was fully in. I nodded before closing the door behind him.  

“Thanks,” We stood in awkward silence until FP finally broke it.

“Listen, I should get going,” FP said as he reached for the door handle. I ran in front of him before he could open the door.

“Wait!” I said while FP furrowed his brows. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but I felt more confidence than I usually did.

“What?” Before FP could speak again I reached my hand up to his cheek before pressing my lips to his. FP stood in shock before he began kissing back. FP’s lips were more dominant as he pushed me back until my back was against the door. I moaned into the kiss as I wrapped my leg around his waist before beginning to grind my hips into his. FP broke the kiss while he looked into my eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” FP questioned as I nodded my head. FP moved his lips to my neck before taking my other leg and wrapping it around his waist. FP carried me to the kitchen where he laid me on the counter. We broke away from the kiss as FP smirked at me.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” FP said sternly while I felt my panties become wetter by the minute.

“I want you to finger fuck me while you eat me out, baby,” I watched as FP shuddered in pleasure.

“Oh baby girl, you have such a dirty mouth,” I smirked at his response before he dropped to his knees. FP began to push up my dress before sliding my panties down. He threw my panties behind him before prepping my inner thighs with kisses. I moaned softly before running my hands through his hair. I felt FP’s fingers graze my folds before teasing my entrance.

“Mmm, FP.  Don’t tease…” I moaned to FP as he slammed his fingers into me. “OH FUCK FP!” I felt his tongue on my clit as he began to lick figure eights. I felt my legs shake at his movements as I let out breathless pants and moans. FP began to suck on my clit as he added two more fingers. I felt my release slowly approaching; “F-fuck FP! I-I’M CL-CLOSE!”  I screamed out. FP removed his mouth and fingers while I let out a whimper.

“I want you coming on my dick, right now,” FP replied with a smirk. He began to unbuckle his belt before pushing them down his thighs along with his boxer’s as his cock sprang out. FP was bigger and thicker than I imagined, I gasped while he chuckled. “Never seen a cock this big, huh?” FP questioned while I blushed and shook my head. FP reached up and pushed the straps of my dress down before revealing my bare chest. “Oh fuck, baby girl. No bra? Damn! Please, tell me you’re on the pill?” He questioned while I smiled and nodded my head. “Oh fuck baby girl, you’re going to make me come here on the spot,” I pulled FP into my chest before whispering into his ear.

“Then you better fuck me sooner,” FP shuddered before lining himself up with my entrance and slamming in. “OH FUCK!” I screamed out as FP continued to roughly slam into me.

“Fuck, baby girl! You’re so tight!” FP grunted into my ear as I moaned in response. I felt my orgasm approaching for the second time.

“FP, I’m cl-close!” I felt FP’s thrusts pick up speed as he started going in harder. “FUCK FP I’M… CO-COMING!” I screamed before I tightened around FP’s cock, making him groan. FP’s thrusts began to go sloppier before he slammed in once more before groaning and pulling out.

“Holy shit, baby girl,” I didn’t realize I was gripping FP’s jacket until he began to smirk. “That good, you still haven’t gotten over to it,” He said motioning to my grip on his jacket.

“Sorry,” I replied as I let go of his jacket.

“It’s alright,” FP began to fix himself before beginning to do his belt up. We stood in awkward silence before FP broke it. “Well… I guess I should get going,” FP said as he went to walk away. I reached for his arm before pulling him back to me.

“Don’t… Stay,” I said with a pleading look. FP smiled before nodding his head.

“Fine, I’ll stay,” I fixed my dress before hopping off the counter and taking FP’s hand before heading to my bedroom.