“God damn it Sweet Pea!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air. “Its not a big fucking deal!” He yelled back, rolling his eyes. “Not a big deal! You fucking kissed another woman.” You were beyond pissed at this point. You were on your way to tell him that you were in love with him, when Toni called you with the news. “It was just a kiss.” He scoffed. You recoiled from him, as if you got slapped in the face. “We’re done.” Your eyes welled up with tears. Sweet Pea turned around to face you, shock written all over his face. “What did you just say?”
“I said we’re done, Sweet Pea, we’re over, breaking up. How much more clear do I have to be?” Now it was his turn to look like you slapped him. “Leave then.” You wiped your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, turned on your heel, and left him there, dumbfounded. You ran to your car and immediately dialed your best friends phone number. After three rings, he picked up. “Hello?” You hiccuped into the phone. “Reg?”
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your sobs managed to escape and tears spilled onto your face. “Sweet Pea cheated on me.” You heard Reggie start to pick up his breathing over the phone. He was pissed. “C-Can I come over?” He sighed, trying to calm himself down. “Of course you can. Your always welcome.” You thank him and hang up the phone, starting your car and driving to your best friend.
When you got there, Reggie was already at the door, arms spread wide open. You rushed into them, letting all of your tears spill onto his letterman. You stood there, just like that, for a while. Him squeezing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you sobbing over a broken heart. Once your cries finally calmed down, Reggie grabbed your chin and tilted your chin up until your eyes met. “He’s a loser, forget ‘em. He has to be an idiot for letting you go.” You sighed, letting your head rest into his hands. You looked up, searching his, and finding nothing but pure love in them. “Fuck it.” He whispered, before his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, but full of passion. Your lips molded against his perfectly, it was like the were made for each other. You pulled back, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Y/N.”
Summary: Jughead is your best friend, and you wouldn’t do anything in the world to damage that. But when you show up at FP’s trailer, looking a little too good, things take a turn.
TW: Smut, Legal Reader(reader is 18), Swearing, basically just sin, grab your holy water and enjoy!
A/N: I didn’t want them to have a huge age gap, so in this fic, FP is in his later twenties. Also, if you don’t like underage fics, then don’t read this!! You have been warned.
“Damn it Jughead.” You mumbled, pulling your skirt down and pulling his leather jacket closer to your body. It was freezing outside, and he refused to come pick up his homework, so you had to walk in the freezing cold to bring it to him. Jughead was your best friend in the whole world, and nothing could change that. At least, you didn’t think anything could.
You trudged up to the familiar trailer and rushed inside to embrace the warmth. “Juggie I got your homework.” You called out, shrugging off the jacket. You walked over to the heater and bent down slightly to place your hands on the heater. Your skirt rode of your thighs, barely covering your ass. “Jug isn’t here.” You jumped at the sound of the older Jones man’s voice.
You turned around and was met with his intense gaze. “Don’t you think that skirt is a little short to be wearing in public?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You shrugged your shoulders. “No not really.”
He tsked at you and took a step closer to your freezing body. “Really? Because I just got a really nice view of that plump ass of yours, and I don’t think Jughead would want any other guys looking at his girlfriends ass.” His lips turned into a half smirk when the blood rushed to your cheeks. “We’re just friends Mr.Jones.” His eyebrows furrowed together and he shook his head. “I knew my boy was a little oblivious, but this is a whole new level,” he said, never breaking eye contact. He took a step closer to you, leaving little space in between the two of you. “See, if I was Jughead, I already would’ve been hitting this fine ass.” You gasped as his hand reached around you and grabbed your ass with so much force that you were sure it would leave a mark. “Mr.Jones.” You whispered, the heat rushing to your core. You would be lying if you said you never imagined this, but now that it is happening, you have no clue how to act. He shushed you and reached his other hand around your waist and took your other cheek into his hand.
“Don’t act so innocent now, don’t think I don’t notice you eye fucking me every time your here.” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He smirked at you and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “If you want me to stop then say so.” Your breath got caught in your throat as he pushed you against the wall, his arms on either side of your head. “I thought so.” He smirked. He wasted no more time and smashed his lips into yours, you immediately kiss him back, hands tangling into his hair, pulling slightly. His lips moved against yours beautifully, molding into each other like that’s what they were made for.
FP’s hands trailed down to your ass, spanking it slightly. You let out a moan into his mouth, and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced around each other, fighting for dominance, which he eventually won. Your teeth were clashing, tongues dancing. It was wet, hot, and amazing. Your hands trailed down his toned chest, pulling at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled away for a second to peel off his shirt, then his lips were on yours again. You ran your hands down his body, feeling every bump and ridge of his toned chest. His hands snaked around your thighs, lifting you up until your legs were wrapped around his waist.
He pushed his front into yours, making his hard cock push against your dripping core. He moaned at the contact, pulling at the bottom of your shirt. You nodded at him, letting him know it was ok, and helped him discard the clothing. Soon enough, both his and your clothes were thrown somewhere into the trailer, the only thing separating you was your underwear. He slowly started grinding his covered cock against your aching core, sending shocks of pleasure through both of your bodies. “Fuck it.” He whispered, reaching behind you and unclasping your bra. Your tits now bounced freely in front of his face, and he let out a groan. “My son is a idiot.” He whispered, his eyes never leaving your chest. “FP please.” You moan, tugging at his boxer briefs. He helped you shimmy them down his legs. His cock sprung free and hit his lower stomach. Your eyes widened at his size and he smirked at you. FP tugged your panties down your legs and gasped when he seen your glistening core, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck teasing, I need you now.” He growled, before slamming himself into your aching core. Your back arched and you moaned at the sudden pleasure, followed by his grunts and moans spilling from his mouth. “God damn your so fucking tight.” He grunted, continuing his brutal assault on your pussy. His thrusts were rough and fast, his balls slapping your ass. He was pounding into your core with no mercy, and you were loving it. “Fuck FP.” You moaned, throwing your head back. Your nails raked down his back, leaving scarlet trails of blood. He groaned at the pain mixed with pleasure, throwing his head back as well. He continued to pound into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. “Fuck FP I’m close.” You moaned, back arching off the wall. He picked up his pace, slamming into you beautifully, making tears run down your face. His thumb traveled down to your clit and started rubbing figure eights into your bundle of nerves. “Yes yes yes.” You chanted, feeling the knot in your stomach grow. “Fuck FP right there.” You moaned, coming undone around his cock. Your pussy squeezed his cock, and his hot, sticky liquid shot into you, a string of cuss words leaving his lips. He rode out your highs, slowly thrusting into you. He leaned his forehead against yours, both of you panting, when the front door opened. “Hey dad is Y/N here…………..What the hell?”