FP Jones x Reader

⚠️Warning: Smut, age gap and FP being a straight up DILF

Sheriff Jones walks into the police station after taking a call. He looks over and sees you handcuffed and sitting in a chair.

"Who's this?" He asks another officer.

"We just brought her in for speeding."

"Why didn't you just give her a ticket?"

"She threw it back in my face and resisted." He looks at you.

"Sheriff huh?" You say.

"That's correct. I got this." He says to the officer. He motions for you to stand and the two of you go into his office. "Have a seat." You sit down in the chair across from his desk.

"If I tell you how hot you are, will you let me go?" You smirk.

"Depends on how good you do."

"If I weren't in these cuffs, I would push you over your desk and have my way with you. I'd take your holster off and unzip your pants with my teeth." FP swallows. "And then I'd unbutton each button nice and slow while my nails drag down your chest." He clears his throat, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he thinks about the things he could do to you.

"Huh. Not bad." You shrug. "Speeding huh?" You nod.

"I'm new around here. I don't know the speed limit."

"What brings you to Riverdale?"

"Family. My aunt is former Mayor McCoy."

"I never would have guessed."

"Well not everyone can walk the straight and narrow like dear old Josie." You snap angrily.

"I'm sorry." He says. "I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's fine." You sigh. He pulls keys from his belt. "What are you doing?"

"Letting you go." You scoff.

"Don't do that. Don't let me go because you pity me."

"I'm not letting you go because I pity you. I'm letting you go because it's right. You're new here. You'll learn."

"Thanks. But um I don't need your help."

"Don't get cocky."

"Oh no. It's not that." You pull the handcuffs from behind you. "I've been out of these cuffs since they put them on me." He raises his eyebrow. "I'm good with my hands." You hand him the cuffs and look at him. "Go ahead."

"Go ahead and do what?"

"Ask me." He looks at you with confusion.

"Ask you what?"

"To show you how good I am. You know you want to."

"So you're a mind reader now?" You shrug.

"It's a gift." He steps away from his desk and goes to the door. "Don't worry. I'm old enough." FP locks the door and closes the blinds. He turns around and you press your lips to his as you remove is holster and put it on the floor. You unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down with your teeth.

"Get up here." He orders. You obey and he kisses you. He grabs a condom from his desk and slides it on while you drop your pants. He picks you up and lays you on the floor. FP slides in without warning and you gasp. You unbutton his shirt and run your nails down his chest before taking his hat off and running your hands through his soft hair.

The man, whom you just met, fucks you into the floor of his office. His thrusts are sharp and hard. He lifts your legs to get a better angle and your eyes roll back. FP's head rests in the crook of your neck as his breathing gets more and more shallow. You can feel your orgasm sneaking up on you and as if he can read your mind, FP reaches down and rubs your clit furiously, sending you over the edge. To muffle your moan, you bite down on his shoulder. Your walls clench around him and the Sheriff lets out a soft but guttural groan as he releases.

FP cockwarms for a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling out and laying beside you. The two of you look at each other and break into a fit of laughter. You pull yourself together and grab your clothes to put back on.

"I'm sorry about that." He says as he buttons his shirt. "I don't usually—"

"Sleep with perps?" You finish. He chuckles and nods as he tosses the condom. He pulls his pants up, zips and buttons them and places his holster back on. You two make sure you're decent before he opens the blinds.

"Don't worry about the ticket." You scoff.

"Trust me. I wasn't worried."

"Um how long are you in town?"

"To stay. For now."

"Well then I guess I'll be seeing you around."

"I guess you will Sheriff." You collect your stuff and go to the door. "Thanks for this."

"Anytime." He smiles. You press a kiss to his lips, unlock the door, open it and walk out. FP rests one arm on the door frame and his other hand on his hip. "Welcome to Riverdale." He calls out. You turn around and smile back.