*might get a lil smutty. i couldn’t help myself! fp’s a sexy man
130. “You’re so cute when you pout like that.”153. “I love you, you asshole.”
you were apart of the serpents, and fp knew he loved you since your initiation. and eventually, he made you his. but just because you were in the serpents, doesn’t mean he lets you go out on the some missions.
you sat on your bed with fp and played with his hair as he laid in between your legs and his head on your thigh. your fingers played with his hair as you two watched the tv, and his arm around your thigh, thumb rubbing your skin gently.
fp looked up at you and smiles softly, and you smile back. “what’s up?”
“nothing, just wanted your pretty face in my head again” he winked and you rolled your eyes. he put his head back on your thigh and kissed the inside and you inhaled. “mm, something wrong?”
“don’t do that” you whimpered.
“are you sure?” fp looked up at you and kissed the inside of your thigh again, and your fingers combed through his hair. “seems like you’re enjoying it, kitten”
you whimper at the name. “i do, keep going” fp smiled and unbuttoned his flannel that you wore, kissing you outside of your underwear. he pulled your underwear down, quickly attaching his lips to your clit. he then inserted his tongue into your pussy, and you moan and arch your back. he shakes his head back and forth, and he knows you like this, because he knew you loved his beard tickling your thighs. fp’s fingers slid into you and his fingers curled, and your legs shook. the familiar knot formed in your stomach already, and you pulled at fp’s hair, giving him a signal.
“go ahead, cum for me baby” he shook his head again and you tug his hair as you came all over his fingers, moaning loudly. he licked you clean, pulling away and licking his fingers, his chin glistening.
“u-uh your chin”
“you’re just so delicious, i wanted it for later” he winked and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. you put your underwear and the flannel back on, and sat up. fp’s phone started to ring and he groaned. “this is fp”
you watched him as he bit his lip then scratched his brow. “alright, fine, i’ll be there in 10, bye” he hung up his phone and sighed, getting up.
“where are we going?” you swing your legs over the side of the bed and fp looks over his shoulder and laughs. he slips on his jacket and turns to you.
“not we, i’m going to help with something with some serpents”
“what? why can’t i go?” you whined and pouted. fp’s smiled and crouched down in front of you, holding your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“you’re so cute when you pout like that.”
“that doesn’t answer my question, fp!” you groan and flop onto the bed and he hovers over you, kissing your bottom lip.
“i love you too much for you to get you hurt, kitten” he said lowly and you sigh.
“yeah, i love you, you asshole”
“yeah, i know” he winked and kissed you again before leaving you in your room, reminiscing the act that happened just a couple minutes ago.
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*FP imagine where FP fights depression, and the reader holds a key to his trailer and one day she comes in to him in a state she's never seen before, he's worn out depressed, can hardly talk or move, and can't do anything. So she gives him soft reassurance kisses and cuddles and gives him a shower, cooks for him and feeds him, and just makes sure he's okay? Lots of fluff!! Thanks!!
*WARNING: mentions of depression, fluff! reader is of age
*PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)
*word count: 1375
fp jones was a man who struggled a lot with juggling work, his son, living paycheck by paycheck just so he could keep his trailer. the alcohol got to him, and depression soon creeped up on him. fp was always smiling around you at the diner, and you would always go to the white wyrm with him to hang out and talk, occasionally sharing a drink. but fp started to not show up at work, and not answer his phone, and it kind of scared you. you showed up to the bar to see if he was there, and toni said she hadn’t seen him there in weeks.
you caught up with jughead in the hallway and grabbed his arm.
“jughead, hey. can i speak with you?”
“uh, yeah” he kissed betty quickly and you two walked into a corner. you gripped the strap of your bag and looked up at jug. “you okay?”
“have you caught up with your dad recently? like, have you seen him?”
“not after that fight i had with him, no. i’ve been at sweet pea’s trailer since”
“you haven’t tired.. calling him?” worry crept into your throat, your words cut short and your throat dry.
“y/n.. i just said no.” you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. he reached into his back and unclipped his key from his keychain, placing it in your hand. “that’s the key to the house. go to the trailer park and use this if he doesn’t answer the door. i’m not ready to face him yet, but text me when you find out how he’s doing, alright?”
“okay, thank you jughead” he nodded and kissed your forehead, walking to class. you sighed and closed your eyes, holding the key to your mouth. “having dilf troubles?”
“cheryl..” you turn to her and try not to smile, but you did. “why say it like that?”
“i might have a girlfriend, but i am not blind when it comes to attractive men” she winked and you laughed. “come on, we have to go to practice. we’ve got a new routine for the pep rally in a couple weeks”
“why are you being so.. not bitchy to me? i mean.. i’ve got a serpent tattoo on my thigh and we all know you don’t like serpents” she linked elbows with you and your eyes widened.
“because, dear serpent friend, you introduced me to my girlfriend, and after realizing you guys aren’t the razorsnakes everyone says you are, i realized i shouldn’t be so mean”
“good, because i always wanted to cheer, same as toni”
“you two are amazing on the floor! from your first dance moves i knew you two were going to be front and center” she smiled and you smiled back, hooking the key to your keychain. you two got to the locker room and you started to change. “so tell me, why are you so worried about jughead’s dad?”
“i’m..” you didn’t know how to explain it. you and fp had been fooling around for a while. it wasn’t illegal, you were 18.
“you’re having sex with him”
“not... yeah, i am. and i care a lot about him, and he hasn’t showed up to work in days”
“sounds like you love him, dear serpent” cheryl winked. you stopped tying your shoe and looked at her.
“i think you’re right, red”
you killed the engine on your bike, taking off your helmet and put it under your seat. you sighed nervously, walking up to the door. you knock softly, but there was no answer, yet you heard the tv.
“fp? it’s y/n” you said softly, no answer. you took the key and unlocked the door, alcohol instantly filled your nose. you closed the door, and the silhouette of fp’s body in the recliner was seen due to the tv light. “fp..?”
you walk over and turn off the tv, going over to fp and you bent down next to him, placing your hand on his. “hey baby.” he looked absolutely terrible. he was skinny, his face had no color, and his eyes were bloodshot. “fp..” you sat on his lap and held his face, making him look at you. tears streamed down your face as he stared into your eyes. “what’s wrong, my love? what happened, talk to me”
“everything hurts” he said, barely above a whisper, and your heart shattered. his chest was moving fast, and tears fell. “i can’t do it anymore”
“i’m here for you, my boy, i have always told you that. why couldn’t you have.. texted me you needed help? i would’ve been here in a heartbeat. you mean so much to me, fp, and i’ll do anything for you”
his head fell forward onto your chest, his body shaking as he sobbed. his arms wrapped around your body tightly, your fingers into his hair and you held him tightly, both of you sitting in silence. your head pulls away from the nape of his neck and kiss his face softly, everywhere. every inch of skin on his face, you kiss it, ending with his lips.
“you are so loved, my boy. loved by me. i love you so much and i want to best for you. come on, fp. let’s go get clean” you get up and he looks up at you. “what?”
“i love you too”
fp sat in the bathtub as you washed him, his body relaxed. your fingers scratched his skull and he let out a soft groan. “does that feel good?”
“it feels amazing” he looked up at you as tilted his head back to wash out the soap. “i truly don’t deserve you” you smile and kiss his lips quickly, rubbing his hair with the towel and laughing at his crazy hair, and he cracked a smile. you wrapped him in a towel and took him to the bedroom, getting him dressed. you brush his hair and run your fingers through it, scratching his head.
"let’s go out to the living room and i’ll order some chinese, okay?” he nodded and you sit him on the couch and went to walk away, but he held your waist and stood you in between his legs, his head on your butt. you ordered the food and cleaned up a bit, plugging in a nice-smelling scent into the wall. you threw out the beer bottles and stepped outside for a bit, calling jughead.
“y/n? hey. how is he?”
“when i first arrived, he didn’t move, he didn’t speak, and it was awful. he’s so skinny, jug. i was giving him a bath and he told me he’s depressed” you let out a shaky sigh and rub your eyes. “he feels awful, juggie. you need to talk to him, and soon. he’s miserable knowing you hate him”
“i don’t hate him”
“then let him know that. bye jug” you hung up the phone and the food arrived, and you paid for it and headed inside. “fp, the gave us extra rice, just like you asked”
“why did you call him?” his voice was low and you set the food in front of him, sitting next to him and placing your hands on his thigh.
“because he asked me to when i saw you today. he’s sorry too, babe. i don’t know when he’s going to call or come over, but you need to tell him the honest truth, my love” fp nodded and looked at you, giving you a soft kiss.
“you’re too good to me”
you and fp sat on the couch watching tv until you finished dinner, and then you laid on the couch, fp in between your legs with his head on your chest. one hand played with his hair, the other holding his hand.
*requested by anonymous
*Can You please do fp where you gave him that blowjob like that girl wrote, and she runs away when he’s done talking he chase her. I never new I needed that in my life until now
*WARNING: smut
*PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)
*word count: 1051
being the leader of the southside serpents, fp had a lot of responsibilities, and he also got a lot of phone calls. sometimes the two of you would be sitting on the couch or cuddling, just enjoying one another’s presence, until his phone rang, and it got him stressed.
rarely did you have a relaxed fp around you when you went over, and it was annoying. you missed being able to lay on top of him and hear his calm heartbeat, but now if you did that his heartbeat would be very fast.
you and fp laid on your head, you in between his legs with your head on his stomach, his arm laying on the bed and your fingers played with his, his other hand playing with your hair as you two watched television. for the first time in a while, you two were content with each other, but it never lasts long.
the too familiar sound of his phone ring tone bounced off of the walls and you over-dramatically moan.
“forsythe!” his eyes burned as you used his real name. you stood on your knees and crossed your arms. “today was supposed to be about us!”
“i’m sorry, y/n, i have to answer it!” he yelled back and you sighed, falling on the bed. “hello?”
your eyes trail around the ceiling, thinking of ways to sabotage fp’s plans, but you had a better one. a devilish smile spread across your face and you sat up.
“so.. explain it to me again.” fp glanced at you and threw his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to the voice on the other side of the phone. your hands rub up his thighs and over his crotch, fingers pushing his shirt up a bit, giving you access to kiss his stomach. fp jumped, shocked at your actions. he covered the microphone of the phone and mouthed to you, “what are you doing?!” you shrugged and smirked, licking his happy trail. you untie his pants and pulled his pants down, kissing his cock outside of his boxers. his breath hitched in his throat and his hand rubbed over his beard. “what? yeah, yeah, i’m here”
your fingers dip into his boxers and his hand covered him mouth. you pulled his boxers down and licked a stripe up his cock, his thighs shaking a bit. he takes his hand away from his mouth and answers whatever question the person asked, and you wrapped your mouth around his cock, and you stopped your actions. fp looked down at you as he talked, and mid-sentence you brought you head down to take him into your mouth fully. his fingers grab your hair and bob your head at his own pace, but it was too slow for your liking. you take his hand away and bob your head fast, a soft slurping sound could be heard from your lips.
“y/n’s just eating chinese food loudly, c-can you knock it off, y/n?” you shake your head and bob your head again, and fp grips the sheets. “so i’ll see you tomorrow? alright, cool. see ya.” you hop off of the bed and shriek, fp pulling up his sweatpants and chasing you. “get back here!”
fp grabs you by your waist and throws you onto the bed, ripping your leggings and spreading your legs, pulling his pants down and slamming into you. your mouth let a loud moan out, and fp’s hand gripped your hair in his fist.
“you think it was funny do that while i was on the phone? huh?” he growled into your ear and you gripped the bed sheets, whimpering. “answer me” his hand smacked your ass roughly and you jolt.
“no, it wasn’t”
“good”
his thrusts speed up, rough slaps and the sound echoing off the walls, as well as both of your moans and groans. the bed moved a bit as his pace sped up, and your face tightened, as well as your core.
“fp, fp please let me cum”
“you think you deserve it?” he smirked and you groan.
“yes, fp. i am so sorry for doing that, please” his hands grabbed your biceps and pull your arms back, pushing your face into the bed.
“go ahead, pretty girl. cum all over my cock” fp growled into your ear. your loud moan as you orgasmed was muffled due to your face in the bed sheets. your body fell to the bed and your thighs shook, fp flipping you onto your back and groaning and mumbling an “oh fuck” as he came on your stomach and breasts. you smile and take your fingers, wiping up the cum on your skin and licked it off your fingers, fp’s mouth curved into a soft smile as he watched you. “such a naughty girl, princess. i could’ve gotten caught, someone could’ve known we’re fooling around”
“that’s the fun part of it, fp” you whisper as you get up. you got over to the bathroom and clean yourself up, throwing on clothes and brushing your teeth. fp laid in his bed with his sweatpants back on, shirtless, arm behind his head as he watch the television. you smirked and leaned against the door frame, clearly your throat. “you know, forsythe, you laying in a position like that..” you crawled onto the bed and in between his legs. “is just screaming ‘y/n, come and kiss me and ride me and do bad things to me”
your words barely above a whisper, and your lips kissing his chest, all the way up to his neck, jaw, chin and the corner of his mouth, teasing him slightly. fp licked his lips and chuckled lowly, flipping you two with him straddling your waist as you looked up at him as you laid on your back.
“are you really asking for a second round, pretty girl?”
your hand ran up his thighs and up his stomach to his chest, your nails scratching down to the waistband on his pants.
*requested by anonymous
*could you write a fp imagine where you’re at the wyrm with the south side core four and you keep teasing him and sending him nudes & you end up fucking in his truck and crashing at his. (could it include daddy & choking kink, and maybe he could call y/n daddy’s pretty baby?) the next day you wear one of his flannels to school trying to cover your hickeys and bruised hip, but kevin notices and they find out you’re sleeping with fp?
*a poly relationship between FP/reader/Sweet Pea? is that weird that i find it hot?
*re: poly relationship fp/reader/sp could you write something on it pleaseeee?
*WARNING: smut, polyamorous relationship, threesome, orgasm denial, double penetration
*PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)
*word count: 2024
MASTERLIST
“i bet you 50 bucks and a blow that i can beat you in pool” sweet pea smirked and you rolled your eyes, and fp’s head perked up as he heard the words come out of sweet pea’s mouth.
“no way, pea! you couldn’t even win if your life depended on it” you snort and rub the chalk on the end of the stick.
“fine. 30 and a drive to school everyday”
“you’re on!” you line up your shot, bending over the pool table and smirking in fp’s direction, his body shifting as your underwear was on full display to him. you hit the ball, some falling in the pockets. you take another shot and declare yourself solids.
“you know,” pea lined up his shot and you sat on the table’s edge. you place your hand on your thigh and look over at fp whose eyes were engulfed with flames. “i have to say, that skirt toni let you borrow looks fantastic on you”
“oh yeah? you wanna help get it off?” you say as he hits the ball, and he scratches. you laugh and get off the table, hitting the winning shot. you stand up and put the sticks away, and sweet pea put the balls back in the triangle. you turned around and sweet pea put his arm next to your head, face close to yours. his eyes were on your skirt and his fingers placed on your thigh.
“you know, i wouldn’t mind helping you get this off, i mean, i have done it before” his fingers trailed up the side of your thigh and reached the hem of your skirt. sweet pea’s face buried in your neck, and you looked up at fp whose jaw was clenched so tight, you were sure that his teeth were shattered.
you pulled away from pea and smiled. “maybe ext time, sweet pea. as for right now, i need to go to the ladies room” you smile and walk away, keeping eye contact with fp as you walk by. you walk into the stall and lock it, pulling up your skirt and took a photo of your ass, sending it to fp with the caption “i saw you staring, daddy”
your phone dung, and opened the message from fp.
fp: oh, daddy’s pretty baby just being for that pretty little ass to become red, isn’t she?
y/n: yes daddy
sweet pea: i saw that photo you sent to fp. what, i don’t get one? sounds like he’s your favorite
you laugh and walk out of the stall, and out of the bathroom.
“y/l/n! i need to speak to you and sweet pea, now”
he walked into the back and you walked behind him, sweet pea right next to you.
“we’re gonna get in trouble, and it’s all your fault”
“all my fault? you were the one who couldn’t stop touching and flirting with me, he probably got jealous” you laughed and walked into the room, fp leaning against the wall. sweet pea closed and locked the door, coming up behind you and wrapping his hand around your throat.
“you think it was alright to tease us like that, little girl? oh, you’re daddy’s pretty little girl aren’t you?” fp walked over and trailed his hand up the inside of your thigh, hand touching your underwear, your knees going weak, sweet pea’s hand tightening around your throat.
“what should we do with this little girl today, fp? she was such a tease in school today, and such a tease here” sweet pea mumbled into your skin, sucking and biting, leaving hickies on your skin, your back arching and pressing against his chest.
“mm i have something in mind. bend her over the table” fp steps away and sweet pea did as fp said, the clicks of handcuffs were heard as fp put your hands behind your back. a hand pushed up your skirt and pulled down your underwear, slapping your thigh and spreading your legs.
“you’re glistening, little girl, and we haven’t even touched you yet” sweet pea’s voice was low and a hand slammed down on your ass making you jolt forward. “ah ah, stop moving”
both of their hands slammed down onto your ass and you clenched your fists, trying so hard not to move. fingers slipped into your pussy and you moaned, fp laughing. “feels good, huh pretty girl?”
“yes daddy” you breathe. sweet pea held his two fingers to your lips, tapping them against them. you opened your mouth and wrapped your lip around his fingers, swirling your tongue around his fingers. he pulled away and you dragged your teeth against his skin.
“such a dirty little slut, and just for us, huh?”
“y-yes sir” you whimper as his finger slowly enter your asshole. both men were fingering you, and your core tightened. your moans got louder, indicating your orgasm was coming, but both pulled away before you could cum, making you whine.
“bad girls don’t get to cum” fp whispered in your ear and bit the lobe, you whimpering. sweet pea pulled down his pants and slid inside of your pussy making you tug on the handcuffs. his hands gripped your hair and pulled back. fp pulled down his pants and shoved his cock into your mouth, making both of you moan. you bob your head and sweet pea lets go of your hair, holding your waist and pounding into you. fp put your hair in a make-shift pony tail and held your head down against his cock, you gagging on his cock and him moaning.
you pulled away breathless, a string of saliva trailing from his dick to your lip. you licked the string and put your lips around him again, teeth slightly grazing the backside of his dick, knowing it turned him on. fp moaned loudly and thrusted his hips into your mouth, the gagging sound like music to his ears.
sweet pea’s hand trailed up your back and to your throat, squeezing. your hands pull at the handcuffs, needing them off so you could touch both of them. “sweet pea, i’m close”
he waited until you were just about to cum to pull down, you stomping your foot. he smacked your ass and you jumped. “bad girls don’t get to cum”
“yes sir” you whimpered and fp went behind you, sweet pea picking you up. sweet pea laid on the table and slid you onto him, and fp sliding into your asshole. “fuck!”
both thrusted at a fast pace, and you orgasm was already building and it was powerful. you tried to steady yourself, that being difficult because of the handcuffs.
“look at your face, little girl. you look like you need cum, and you need to cum hard, hm?” sweet pea smirked and fp choked you, making you moan loudly. “should we let her cum?”
“have you had enough punishment daddy’s girl, or do you need more?” fp growled and you whimpered.
“i’ve had enough, daddy, sir, please let me cum”
“cum”
you moaned and shrieked loudly as your body rose from sweet pea’s, your body shaking violently as you squirted. fp and sweet pea laughed, sitting you on the table and holding you steady, rubbing your back for you to gain your breath back.
“you guys didn’t come yet” you panted, looking up at two, sinking to the ground. the two stroked their cocks at a fast pace, both moaning as they came on your face. you smiled and sweet pea swiped some cum onto his finger, inserting it into your mouth. you smile and hum, pea pulling his fingers away. the two get dressed and fp helps you up, wiping your face. “can you two unlock me now?”
fp unlocked the handcuffs and kissed your wrists, smiling. “you okay, daddy’s girl?”
“perfectly fine” fp kissed you and left, and then it was sweet pea’s turn. sweet pea held your waist and kissed you, making you smile.
“that was the best sex we’ve ever had”
“oh, and it’s only going to get better” you wink, swaying your hips as you walk away.
“oh fuck me” you mumble, looking at the hickies that ran along your neck, collarbone and chest. your wrists and hip were bruised slightly and your thighs hurt a bit. you slid on one of fp’s flannels and tried to cover up your hickies, but it was no use, they were there for the public to see.
you popped your collar up a bit and swung the bag over your shoulder, walking out of your room to see fp at the counter drinking a cup of coffee. you tried to walk past him, but of course he saw you.
“you think you can leave without giving daddy a kiss?” he said lowly. you walk over and give him a peck, which eventually led to a make out. his lips kissed your neck and he suddenly pulled away, laughing. you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, wiping your lip. “you have so many hickies, baby”
“all thanks to you and pea” you sigh, hopping off of the counter. fp smiled and popped up your collar for you, kissing your cheek and handing you your bag. “see you after school, daddy” you winked and smirked, and fp smacked his teeth.
“that smirks gonna get you fucked, little girl, just you wait.”
“is that a threat or a promise, daddy?”
“just a little bit of both”
you sat on the couch with both core fours surrounding you, kevin, cheryl, josie and reggie tagging along.
“so, y/n, i heard someone was moaning loudly yesterday at the wyrm” reggie smirked and you blushed, hiding your face in sweet pea’s arm. “but, sweet pea wasn’t the only one in that room, was he?”
“reg-”
“why was jughead’s dad in there with you? did he give you those hickies?” you shifted in your seat and covered your neck.
“reggie, seriously, knock it-”
“so you’re just fucking the both of them? so you’re just like your m-” you stood up and slapped reggie, getting in his face.
“never, ever speak to me like that again” you growl.
“i can speak, however i want to speak” he said and your fist clenched, knocking him straight in the jaw, making him fall back. you grab your bag and hurry away, tears in your eyes. you ran out of the school, not caring if you were going to get a detention for running out, you needed to leave. your legs took you to pop’s where fp was sitting at the counter doing a crossword. he had a smile on his face when you first walked in, but it soon dropped and he stood up fast when he noticed your tears.
“reggie knows about me and you and sweet pea and he said i was like my mother and if he knows then everyone knows and i punched him and i left the school and came here” you sob and fp held you to his chest, petting your hair.
“sh, sh, baby, it’s okay” the bell rang and sweet pea walked in, walking over to you and fp and hugging you from behind.
“don’t listen to what that airhead said, baby girl. reggie, or anyone else, they don’t know about us and how we actually care about each other. they’re going to judge, but we know the truth, and so do you. so don’t let them get to you” both of them looked at you and smiled. “because we love you so much”
1: “Go to hell”10: “Stop it!”20: “Have you been crying?”27: "Where have you been?”
the first law of a Serpent is “no serpent stands alone” , yet you felt as if you were alone when dealing with your boyfriend, because he made your life a living fucking hell.
“james i really don’t want to go out tonight” you said quietly and played with your shirt. james grabbed your chin and you gasped.
“you’re going out, whether you like it or not”
“but i don’t want to! it’s my choice!” you yelled and he laughed, slightly digging his nails into your jaw.
“oh, you think you have a say in this, huh, little girl? no no no, i’m the boss”
“stop it!” you cried and kicked his stomach, making him fall to the floor. you grab your bag and run out of james’s house.
“get back here!”
“go to hell!” you cry and run. run until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore, you needed to get away from him. you stopped to catch your breath, and you couldn’t stop crying. you held onto the wall and wiped your face, containing yourself. you walked into the white wyrm and noticed sweet pea’s eyes.
“y/n? holy shit, dude. are you okay? where have you been? the meeting ended ten minutes ago, fp’s going to kill you”
“i could care less right now, pea” you mumble and lean against the pool table, and that’s when he came out. you sighed and he walked over, but he wasn’t angry, he looked concerned.
“have you been crying?”
“where is she?!” james stormed into the bar and you jumped, holding onto fp’s arm.
“he did it” you whispered, and fp’s eyes burned with anger.
“you have 5 seconds to get out of here, boy!” fp yelled and james ran over to you, but fp grabbed a hold of him.
“or what, old man?”
fp didn’t answer, he hit james in the nose, holding his collar. “get out” fp took him to the door and shoved him out, slamming the door, making fangs and sweet pea guard the door.
you gripped the pool table tightly, trying to process what happened. you looked up at fp and he held out his hand. “come on, princess”
you took his hand and he took you to the bathroom and found the first aid kit, cleaning the cut on your chin and placing a bandaid on it, kissing it. he pulled away just a little bit, his lips touching your bottom lip slightly. you held his neck and pulled him in, kissing him deeply. fp’s hands grip your back, pulling you closer.
“if you let me,” he pulls away and looks at you, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “i will show you how love should really be”
