#fp x reader

I sat in the comfort of my bedroom, which had a soft glow from my lamp. I was finishing some paperwork as I talked to my friend on my phone. I reached out to my nightstand to grab a pen when I heard the sound of a door closing. I froze, I lived alone… 

My heart started to race and I quickly excused myself from my friend. I walked over to my door, pressing my ear to it. All I heard was silence, so I shrugged. I played it off that it was my mind playing tricks on me. My phone started to ring, thinking it was just my friend calling me back, I picked it up. 

“Hello?” I answered. 

“Hey babe.” I heard and my eyes widened. 

“FP?” I asked, quietly. 

“You look so pretty in that nightgown… Are you wearing anything underneath?” He asked and I gulped. 

“W-What?” I stuttered and he chuckled. 

“You really think you could just walk away?” He asked and I gulped. 

“I-I’ll call the police.” I said and he laughed. 

“I need you to listen to me very carefully, you’re gonna walk down to the living room slowly. You’re gonna run and I’m gonna catch you. If you don’t come down, I’ll just come up and get you.” He said then hung up. My heart was pounding and I could feel tears start to form in my eyes. I thought about climbing out the window, but I knew he’d find me. The next best thing is to block the door and call the cops. I step towards my desk chair, but suddenly felt a blade pressed against my neck. 

“Shhhh, behave now.” He shushed me before I could scream. 

“I told you to listen.” He cooed in my ear. 

“Please, don’t.” I begged. 

“Listen to me, alright?” He said and I slowly nodded my head. 

“Good girl. I want you to lie down on your bed and stay there. Don’t you move, scream, talk, nothin’ unless I tell you to.” I nodded once again and he slowly removed the knife from my neck. I did as he asked and lay on the bed, but didn’t let the tears fall. I looked up at FP and watched him get on the bed, tossing the knife to the side as he pinned me down. 

“You really shouldn’t have fuckin’ left.” He mumbled as he ran his rough hands up and down my thighs. He stopped at the hem of my underwear. 

“You wear this just for me?” He asked as he pulled them down. I was trying to get him off me by pushing his shoulder, but he was stronger. 

“I have a-” 

“Not anymore, I took care of him for ya.” He cut me off with a smile. 

“What are you doing this?” I sobbed, trying to get away from his touch. 

“I love you, so much and you just had to leave. I knew I’d find ya, but it’s still annoyin’” He said and I kept trying to push him off. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my waist so my face was pushed into my pillows and my ass was in the air. 

“You’re bein’ a fuckin’ brat.” He growled. He pulled my underwear down and smacked my ass with one hand while holding my waist still with the other. He forcefully spread my legs and smacked my wet pussy hard. I let out a yelp, but he rubbed my clit with his thumb to soothe me. He pressed kisses to my cheek and I tried to move my face away. 

“You don’t like my kisses?” He asked, leaning in again to give me a few more. I scrunched up my face and tried to move away. 

“Gonna make you feel real good baby. I’m gonna make my little pussy cream all over my cock.” He said, grabbing the knife and bringing it back to my neck. He pulled himself out of his boxers and started to line himself up. 

“I would stretch you out a bit first, but you’ve been a naughty little bitch and you’re already drippin’ for me.” He said, I could hear the smile in his voice. I screamed as I felt his fat tip press against my entrance. 

“Shhh, it’s only the tip.” He muttered, slowly easing himself in. I finally felt his tip pressing against my cervix. 

“It’s too big! Too much… Too big…” I hissed, squeezing down on his cock. I could hardly move since the knife was at my throat. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, fuck I missed this pussy.” He grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust. I whined and tried to pull away from his grip. 

“Keep cryin’ baby, it’s only making me harder.” He grunted, and my tears continued to stream down my cheeks.

He was pounding into me now. He was going hard and fast, I wished I could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he repeatedly hit my sweet spot. 

“Stop FP!” I whined. He hushed me, by tossing the knife onto the bed against and covering my mouth. 

“I should cum inside you, knock you up that way you’ll never leave me again.” He breathed out, letting go of my face only to wrap it around my neck. 

“No! No, please! Don’t FP!” I cried out.

He let go of my neck and threw me back down so I was pushed into the mattress again. He gripped my sheets and grabbed the knife again. 

“That’s the knife I used to take care of that boyfriend of yours.” He said, gently scraping it down my back. He used his other hand to start rubbing my clit. 

“I’m Cumming!” I moaned, my body arching as I gave into his touch. I could feel my skin breaking under the knife. 

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my cock.” He encouraged. I shut my eyes tightly as the white-hot explosion consumes me. 

“Atta girl, see? I knew you could be so good for me.” He thrusted once more hard and deep, shooting his load inside me. I whined at the feeling and he groaned. 

He pulled out of me, pushing two fingers inside to keep his cum inside. He leaned down and bit my right ass cheek. I let out a little scream then he flipped me onto my back. He gently dragged his knife down to my thighs and started carving a little FP into my inner thigh. I tried now to move around too much, but I let out a little whimper of pain. 

“There we go, all mine.” He smiled. I could feel the exhaustion taking over, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I heard him toss the knife to the floor and he moved to cuddle me. 

“How ya feelin’ darlin’?” He asked and I gave a small smile. 

“So good, the killing of the boyfriend was a nice touch this time.” I said and he chuckled. 

“Glad you liked it.” He said and kissed my temple. 

“Now you relax, we gotta take care of that little mark I gave you.” He said and I groaned. 

“But I’m tired.” I said and he chuckled again. 

“I know. You just lay there and look pretty, I’ll do all the work.” He said and I smiled, letting the tiredness win and my eyes gently shut.

There was a new, stiff air in your room as you turned back toward your bed with FP in tow.

What was normally your only comfort zone, now felt like a strange new land, not even the air felt the same. Though it was possible that had something to do with the tightness in your chest.

FP made you so nervous, even under such casual circumstances.

You felt like you were in a dream, like you could wake up any moment, and you’d be all alone. However, when you shook yourself from thought to find him still sitting there, you decided to rule that out.

He was definitely here, but he also probably thought that you were crazy.

“Sorry, I just usually don’t have company” you explained, somehow hoping that would make you sound like less of a loser. It wasn’t working, or at least, from where you were sitting.

You figured it was just a matter of time before he got up and walked out. However, all FP did was laugh, a deep sexy sort of laugh.

To him, there was something refreshing about how real you were and the small shrug you gave after sold him even more.

You were adorable.

“That must make me pretty special, huh?” he teased, sitting down beside you on your bed, a small smirk on his lips. It really wasn’t fair. As you sat here looking at him, you found it hard to believe that he was so good looking.

If Julie could see you right now, you’d never live it down. You were way out of your depth with him here.

...And that wasn’t lost on you either.

You couldn’t have seen this coming when you woke up this morning, that was for sure.

“Yeah, I guess so” you shrugged again, heat flooding your skin. If visitors to your bedroom needed to be ranked, he’d certainly be the most exciting.

“And what about this guy? He seems pretty special too” FP laughed, reaching out to the other side of your bed to fetch your favorite teddy bear.

As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough.

“Oh God, you must think I’m so lame” you huffed, burying your face in your pillow. You could not believe this, this just could not be happening.

You refused to believe it.

“No, it’s cute” he replied, his voice a little quieter this time. For some reason, his confidence wavered just a little when it came to admitting that.

It was just something that he felt like he had to do with you. There was just something about you that knocked FP off his game.

In the best way.

You were cute.

It was far from what you’d expected but rather than bring attention to that and die of embarrassment, you decided to move onThankfully, FP didn’t seem to mind.

“What are we watching?” he wondered, shifting in the bed again to rest up against your headboard. The action surprised you, though it probably shouldn’t have by now, as FP wasn’t the sort of man to understand boundaries.

However, what got you the most was how he referred to the two of you as ‘we’

You knew that you were reading into this too much and that he was only hanging out because he was bored. It wasn’t like he actually liked you, that was something you didn’t want to forget.

You would just get hurt if you did.

Still, you grabbed the remote from your nightstand and unpaused the movie.

Julie hated that you watched these kinds of movies, she thought they were a waste of time. They freaked her out, but that didn’t seem to be the case with FP.

“Oh, I love this movie” he hummed, opening a can of soda for himself and then one for you. It had been a while since FP had seen the Exorcist but it was something he really enjoyed.

He just didn’t get a chance to do it often.

In fact, when he stopped to think about it, he rarely had a chance to relax or do the things he wanted to at all. If it wasn’t about the gang, he didn’t do it at home.

That was just the way it was.

That being said, it was really nice to just sit here with you.

“You do?” you asked, doing your best to not sound too surprised. You just didn’t think of him liking that kind of stuff.

For you, it made sense. You were a little bit odd to begin with and always had been. It made sense that horror movies were up your alley.

...But FP was cool.

He was popular and hot, with a literal gang no less. It just hadn’t occurred to you before now that maybe you had anything in common.

“You sound surprised” he commented, only slightly watching Reagan spit up split-pea soup on the priest. Most of his energy was focused on looking at you from the corner of his eye.

Neither of you really knew anything about the other but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be worth it to learn.

You seemed pretty cool so far.

“I don’t know. I guess I just figured you wouldn’t like it because you’re you” you shrugged, feeling more and more awkward as the moments ticked by.

Fp nodded, briefly giving your words some thought. It didn’t make a ton of sense to him, at least not in the way it did for you.

“Me?” he repeated, giving up on the moving, turning his body fully to look at you now.

Really, it was hard not to be kind of offended by that. Clearly, you seemed to think there was some huge difference between the two of you.

FP just didn’t get it.

“Yeah, y’know, you’re all hot and stuff. I didn’t think you’d be into the Exorcist” you sighed, truly just going for broke. If he hadn’t walked out before, he certainly would now.

You were sure of it.

“You’re not so bad yourself” FP shrugged, that sly smirk returning to his face. Rather than focus on the clear difficulty you were having with your social standing, he decided to focus on the part he liked.

The part where you called him hot.

You were pretty sure that in the moment, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t decide if he had really said it, or if you’d made it up but there was no real way to misconstrue it.

About a week has passed since your big fight and hasty breakup with FP. He’s called you everyday, sometimes even a couple of times a day, but you never answered. He’s sent a dozen of apology messages and even had Jughead approach you with a request to at least consider what he had to say. 

You weren't interested. He had his chance to stop you that day and he didn't. In your eyes, it was a bit late for amendments. 

FP however wasn’t planning on giving up that easy. Yes, that day he didn't run after you like he probably should have but he was angry. The built up emotion clouded his judgement and he wasn't thinking straight. It wasn't until the next day that he realised what an idiot he’s been. 

He wanted you back. And he was going to do anything in his power to make sure that happened. Which is why he currently sat in his car, watching your house and waiting for your parents to leave so he could apologise in person. 

When the coast was clear, he scrambled out of the vehicle and approached your front door. He took a deep breath and knocked. You appeared moments later. Your first instinct was to slam the door in his face, so you did. FP knocked again.

“Y/N please.” You didn't answer. FP sighed; here goes nothing. “Look, I was a jerk. I should have never gone through your texts and then accuse you of cheating. It wasn’t right and I know that I probably blew whatever respect you had for me.” He paused. “I just wanted to apologise.”

There was a moment of silence. He heard you shuffling inside but you didn’t do or say anything. FP sighed. 

“I love you Y/N.” 

With that, he was about to walk away when the door swung open. You stood on the other side wide-eyed, your eyes glossy as if you were crying.

“You love me?” FP nodded which made you smile. “I love you too FP.” “You do?” “Of course I do.” 

He didn't say anything else. Neither of you did. Instead, FP leapt forward and wrapped his muscular arms around your waist lifting you up off the ground. He twirled you around once as you let out a soft giggle. You wrapped your legs around him, his hands now on your bum holding you up, before pressing your lips gently to his. 

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