#fp jones

You had been working the night shift at the White Wyrm, filling in for Toni so she could go out with Cheryl. Standing behind the bar, serving drinks and wiping down tables, it was a busy night, but then again the Serpents were never not busy.

Sweet Pea had just come up to you asking for a soda, when you got caught up in a conversation with him. ‘So, how's it going?’ You asked him, you could see a small frown creeping up on his face. ‘Not well then, I suppose.’ You said, wiping down the bar.

‘It's Penny Peabody, she's back in town again, and we all know that can only mean one thing; trouble. FP has been tense and it's just rubbing off on everybody else, I guess.’ You nodded, and took away the now empty soda bottle.

You started thinking and realized you had not seen FP all night which was strange since the Serpent King was usually always at the White Wyrm. ‘Where is FP, actually?’ You questioned Sweet Pea, he simply shrugged and said, 'He's taking care of it.’ You didn't need to think long before understanding what Sweet Pea implied and decided to just dismiss it and continue working.

After a while of serving drinks and kicking out drunkards, the doors to the bar swung open and there stood none other than FP Jones himself. Everybody's heads whipped around to where he was standing. The once loud and messy bar was now completely still, you could almost hear your own heartbeat. The atmosphere was thick, tense and filled with anticipation.

FP’s expression was stern, he was unmoving until a smirk came upon his face, to which the entire bar started yelling and celebrating. People almost ran up to FP, asking him about what he did, where she was, how it felt. You, trying not to get involved, quickly turned away from the ruckus and pretended to be busy cleaning glasses.

It wasn't long before you heard someone clear their throat behind you, 'One whiskey, on the rocks please.’ You didn't need to turn around to know who was making the request, you could recognize that voice anywhere. 'Forsythe Pendleton Jones II, I was wondering when you would show up.’

You filled a glass with some ice and Jack Daniels, FP was sitting at the bar arms folded and that same smirk still on his lips. ‘Just had to take care of some business first, why did you miss me that bad?’ You rolled your eyes and handed him the glass, 'cocky much?’ he laughed and started sipping on his whiskey.

People came and went, ordering drinks and inquiring about FP’s ‘business.’ Even though you wanted nothing to do with it, you still picked up a few words akin to, ‘beat up’ and ‘not a problem anymore.’

You knew working in a serpent environment meant dealing with illegal stuff and dangerous business but you never liked getting involved. FP made that difficult.

The man had charm, that was for sure, and working at the White Wyrm caused you to spend a lot of time with him. He always seemed to stick around the bar whenever you were working, not that you minded that. You wouldn't say you had a crush on him per se, but the way he looked at you sometimes with those dark, taunting brown eyes…

You knew he would never actually look at you that way intentionally, with you being eighteen and him almost being fifty, he was just a nice guy.

Him bringing you home after your shift at the bar, taking extra time to learn about you and your interests, letting his eyes linger all over your body, taking some extra time when looking at your lips. It was just him being nice.

But god, sometimes, after a long hard day of work, in the deep of the night, laying in bed all alone, you wished it did mean something more.

Right now, however, your main focus was bringing the man a refill, which must have been his fifth now in an hour, but you know you couldn't say no to the Serpent King.

‘You should have one too.’ The statement took you by surprise, ‘I’m on the clock, FP, I can’t do that.’ He chuckled, ‘Well, as the Serpent King I'm technically your boss, and I want you to have a drink with me, to celebrate.’

You knew declining him further wouldn't do much, so you just rolled your eyes and poured both him and yourself a shot of vodka.

And then another, and another, and another…

You were lucky your shift was already over by the time they truly started to kick in, but now you just found yourself sitting next to FP at the bar, since everybody else had left already.

You two were talking about life, being a Serpent, your college career, anything and everything mundane.

Whilst caught up in the conversation however, you felt FP’s hand slither up your leg and resting on your upper thigh, his other hand on his empty glass. You shot a look towards his hand and back up at his eyes. Those dark eyes, like they were holding some kind of secret, one you weren’t supposed to find out but god did you want to.

His look pulled you in like a wave pulling shells back into the ocean from the shore, completely helpless, the longer you looked the more you felt like you were drowning. ‘Is this alright?’ He spoke, softly, lowly, like he knew what his voice did to you.

You tried not to slur your words, which caused you to stutter, ‘Wh- uhm- y-yeah yeah, for sure…’ He let out a small laugh, ‘You’re cute.’ It rolled off his tongue so casually, like he had said it a thousand times before, as if he had practiced saying it in the mirror. No hesitation, no regrets, no inhibitions, just pure suave.

You were taken aback to say the least, not knowing what to reply you just started stuttering all over the place and mentally hitting yourself for acting a fool in front of this god of a man.

Finally you managed to blurt out a small thank you, before going back to talking about dorm life. FP reached out his hand that wasn't on your thigh and put a strand of your hair back behind your ear. His hand brushed against your cheek when he pulled it back, softly and almost untouching but you could still feel the heat rise in your cheeks. You didn't know if that was completely FP’s doing, or that of the vodka shots.

You kept repeating to yourself in your head you were just imagining things, he’d never go for someone like you. But as his hand travelled further up your thigh and his body moved closer to yours you started to doubt those thoughts.

His hand stopped just at the top of your upper thigh, dangerously close to… never mind. You stopped mid-sentence, his fingers feeling like sparks of electricity coursing through your body, igniting your skin. ‘You alright, doll?’ The nickname only made your situation worse.

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything. The silence was deadly and you swore your heart would beat out of your chest, the clock chimed. You mustered up the last bit of courage you had and tried to form a normal sentence. ‘Mm, yeah j-just.. uh- I- your- your hand…’ FP’s eyes widened and he muttered an apology before starting to remove his hand, ‘n-no wait I didn’t mean..’ You grabbed his wrist.

‘Then what’s wrong babygirl?’ You hesitated. ‘I just.. I-I don’t know what you want.’ He chuckled, ‘I thought I made that clear.’ Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ‘It’s you, I want you.’ The heat in your cheeks was definitely not the vodka anymore.

Your brain almost short-circuited, and the grip of your hand on FP’s wrist made your knuckles turn white. ‘B-but isn’t that.. wrong? Y-you know I’m young and you’re..’ you started, ‘what and I’m old?’ FP grinned at you, loving the way he made you fold under him. ‘N-no! Not that just.. I-I don’t know, maybe it’s weird..’

You let go of his wrist and turned to look at the bar. ‘I don’t think it’s weird, do you?’ He asked, grabbing your chin and making you face him. He stared into your eyes with a look you couldn't describe as anything other than pure lust.

FP loved to make you nervous like this, to make you writhe underneath him, to make you jump at his touch. You had been lingering in his mind for a while now, haunting him in his dreams. Whenever he wasn't busy with Jughead or Serpent business, you were all his mind was filled with.

He'd been waiting for this moment for ages now, and tonight you'd be all his. Every fantasy he'd conjured up in his mind, every scenario he made up alone in bed at night, he intended to make them all reality.

‘N-no, I don't.' You finally replied, FP smirked, ‘good.’ The hand that was formerly on your thigh quickly made its way back, and his other hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck.

He pulled you in and his lips crashed onto yours. You could taste the alcohol and a faint hint of cigarette smoke on his lips. It didn't take long before the slow kisses turned into a messy makeout.

Your hands were tangled in his hair and his hands were roaming all over your body, from your neck, to your waist to your ass, resting there whilst his other hand was still dangerously far up your upper thigh.

Your lips were moving rhythmically with one another and the taste of his tongue completely overwhelmed your senses. You felt, or rather hoped it would never end, but then FP pulled away. You looked up at him desperately and almost wanted to pull him back in before he spoke, ‘Want to go back to my trailer?’ He hadn't even finished the sentence yet before you stood up, stumbling a little and almost falling back before he caught you.

’C'mon pretty girl, steady now.’ He guided you to the door which you luckily did not forget to lock. His motorcycle was the only vehicle left in the parking lot, he got on and gestured for you to get on the back, ‘hold on tight alright?’ He didn't need to tell you that twice.

It didn't take long before you two got back to the trailer and to your luck, Jughead was out with Betty so you could be ‘as loud as you need to be’ to quote FP’s words.

He guided you inside and to his bedroom, your lips locked again as soon as the door closed shut, your desperation grew quickly and greatly.

You whimpered in FP’s mouth as his hands once again roamed all over your body, your hand slowly moved down and started pawing at his crotch. ‘Desperate little girl, huh?’ He smirked at you, the alcohol took away any clear thinking you had left so you simply just nodded. ‘Well don't you worry, I'm gonna take real good care of you alright? You just gotta be patient baby.’

He held your cheek while rubbing his thumb over it, you nodded again. ‘Words baby.’ He urged you. ‘I'll be patient, I promise.’ He smiled at you and whispered a quick, good girl before pulling you back in for another kiss, he slowly leaned down and made you lay down on the bed, trying not to break the kiss.

You were now on your back on the bed with FP on top of you, one hand still held your face and the other slowly started sliding up your shirt, holding your waist but then travelling towards your breasts. FP had now moved his kisses from your lips, to your cheek, to your jawline stopping at your neck making sure to suck, lick and bite all over.

All you could do was moan and whimper at his touch, you were dizzy from the alcohol and FP only made it worse, but god you loved every second of it. It wasn't long before your shirt was off, FP made quick work of your bra and latched onto your tits the second it hit the ground, making sure to leave a few marks there as well.

You tugged at his shirt and flannel, he seemed to get the hint as he threw them off within a mere second. You swore the sight of him without a shirt on would have been enough to make you cum untouched, but obviously FP was not gonna let that happen.

Whilst busy with kneading and sucking on your breasts, FP managed to unbutton your jeans, he detached from your tits taking a second to admire his work of purple and red bruises littering your body. He then took off your jeans and underwear in one swift motion, leaving you completely exposed to him. ‘God baby you are beautiful.’ He commented before pushing your legs up and outwards.

‘I want you to look at me while I do this, alright? Can you do that for me?’ You almost wanted to nod again before remembering his earlier comment. 'Yes, I can.’ He gave you a nod of approval and slowly started licking, sucking and kissing his way from your stomach, to your pelvis, around your inner thighs and eventually he licked a long stripe up your slit, giving your clit an extra kiss.

You had to admit, having to hold eye contact was killing you, especially with the way FP was looking at you, almost taunting you, showing you he has all the control over you now and there is nothing you can do about it. He continued licking and sucking on your clit, and eventually he slipped in a finger slowly pumping it in and out.

You could feel your orgasm growing closer and closer, ‘Mm.. FP, ‘m gonna cum..’ You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth. ‘Oh no baby, I wanna feel you cum around my cock, alright?’ You simply whined in response but agreed anyway, just craving that release.

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, throwing them to the side, his boxers followed. Your mouth almost fell open when you saw the size of his cock, it was long and not to mention thick. ‘Don’t worry baby, I know you’ll take it well.’

He grabbed you by your legs positioning himself in between them. He rubbed the tip up and down your hole, gathering his spit and your juices to lubricate himself with. You whined at the feeling of him being so close yet still so far away.

‘Please FP..’ He looked up at you, ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, please fuck me, please, i need it, please daddy.’ It slipped off your tongue so casually, you’d never called someone that before and FP seemed as surprised as you were, but his look of surprise quickly turned into a shit-eating grin. ‘Now that's a good girl.’ And with that he finally thrusted inside.

You could feel his length completely stretching you out, you felt so full and so good. He let out a low groan once he entered you fully and before you knew it he was already fucking you at a steady but fast pace.

You barely had time to adjust to his size, but nonetheless you were a moaning mess, and FP wasn’t quiet himself either, letting out groans and whispering praise to you. ‘Such a good girl.. hm.. taking me so well, huh? ‘S like you were made for me baby..’

You barely even retained what he was saying, your mind fuzzy from the alcohol and the pure pleasure FP was giving you. One hand was on your waist and the other kept your leg up, he was rutting into you at an almost inhumane speed. You were sure you were gonna pass out, but then the hand that held your waist moved to your pussy and started rubbing circles on your clit.

After already almost having an orgasm once you felt that feeling creep up again like crazy. Your breaths increased and so did your moans. It did not take long for FP to notice, ‘That’s right baby, cum on my cock for me, c’mon show me what a good girl you are.’

FP’s constant string of praise did it for you, you felt like fireworks went off in your stomach and relief washed all over your body, you could hear FP’s groans increasing as his rhythm became sloppy and unsteady. ‘Fuck, it’s like you’re milking me baby..’ And just when you thought he’d reach his climax, too, he pulled out.

‘Want you to ride me, okay?’ You nodded and he flipped you over to be on top of him. You slowly lowered yourself down on his cock, savouring this moment where you’d be in control, but he quickly caught on to that. ‘Oh no, no acting tough now doll.’ He grabbed you by your hips and slammed you down onto his cock.

Your orgasm was still echoing inside of your pussy, only increasing the sensations you felt when his cock filled you up. You started bouncing up and down on top of him, trying to keep a fast-paced rhythm like he had done before, his hands still holding onto your hips. ‘Oh god, fuck, you feel so good baby, ridin’ me so well..’ His praise was like music to your ears, only motivating you to go faster, you heard FP’s breath speed up, and his groans became more frequent as well.

His hands held your hips so hard, you were sure they’d be bruised tomorrow, but then again that's not the area you should be most worried about being bruised. ‘Mhm.. yeah ‘m so close baby.’ He whispered out. ‘You f-feel so good, daddy..’ That tipped him over the edge, he slammed you back down on his cock and held you in place, pumping you full of his cum. You could feel his cock twitch and pulse inside of you.

You two were just sat there for a second, FP coming down from his orgasm and you admiring the fucked-out look on his face. He pulled you off of his cock and gave you a kiss on your forehead, ‘I’ll be back in a sec, okay baby?’ You nodded, he stood up and left the room returning a moment later with a towel and wipes that he used to clean you up with. ‘Thank you daddy.’ You kissed him on the cheek.

‘You’d better be careful saying that now, unless you’re ready for round two already.’ He chuckled and kissed your forehead. ‘Now c’mere baby.’He discarded the rag and wipes in the corner of his room, that would be tomorrow's issue. All that was important to him now was you, and ensuring you got a good night's sleep.

He pulled you close to him, covering you both with his blanket. You were knocked out cold almost immediately, which left FP to admire your beautiful resting face. The way your muscles were so relaxed, how vulnerable you were right now, how safe you must feel to be with him in that bed.