"Guiding Light" Judd Birch x reader

five.

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Judd exhaled softly, letting the smoke trickle from his mouth as his head leaned back against the brick wall behind him. Looking across the lot behind the school, he took another strong hit and passed the blunt to his left.

The person beside him took it from his fingers, a slightly shorter guy with a buzz cut and a couple earrings; Spike, or atleast thats what everyone called him.

He could have been considered one of Judd's only friends. He didnt talk too much, and when he did, he never said any bullshit, and Judd liked that.

Judd looked down at his flip phone, checking time on the front digital camera.

"I gotta dip in 10." Judd said. Spike looked over at him with an eyebrow raised.
"I got that mentor shit."

"The fuck? Why're you still going to that shit?" Spike passed the blunt back to him.

"Because your mentor is a hot piece of ass and your dick gets hard every time she says you got a problem correct." Maury smiled, holding a penis-shaped bong in his grasp.

Petra smacked the back of Maury's head, effectively earning a deep yelp from him.

"because YOU need to graduate highschool, thats why." She crossed her arms.

Judd looked at the both of them, then back at Spike.

"I dont know. I just do." He said, taking one last hit from the blunt and standing to his feet. He brushed off his jeans, hoping he didnt smell too much like weed.

Then he paused.

Since when did he ever care if he smelled like drugs around other people?

Judd shook his head, begining the walk about the school building to the side entrance. His head was a little fuzzy, but in a good way, he felt he'd be sble to focus a little better this way.

On the way to the library, he picked up his bookbag. He didn't normally bring one, but he needed something to carry the books y/n said he needed in. He had to sneak into the office and find her phone number, he hoped she didnt think he was weird for doing that.

Since when did he care if people thought he was weird?

He made it just to the library just on time, ignoring the mass of students leaving the building. Then he found their usual table, mumbling a 'hey' to y/n as he sat down and unpacked.

"Hey-" She paused and looked up from her laptop.

"You smell like weed." She concluded, looking back down at her work.

"So what? You gonna rat me out to administration, princess?" Y/n shuddered at the nickname, relishing in the way it rolled off his tongue.

"Aaand now Im wet." Mona nodded.

"No." Y/n stated, finishing up what she was doing on her computer and turning to Judd fully.

"I smoke too, Im just better at hiding it."

"That pen and vape shit doesn't count." Judd mumbled as his lips lifted into a smirk.

"Hey!" Y/n whisper-yelled.
"Im a big girl, I smoke blunts."

Judd chuckled a bit at her frustration, it was kinda cute how her eyebrows pinched together on her forehead. Judd softly lifted her chin with his pointer finger, holding her gaze.

"Then maybe I should call your bluff, hm? See if Ms.Guiding-light can actually loosen up."

He watched the way y/n softly pulled her bottom lip between her parted lips, her eyes looking up at him with a wide, glazed look. He felt his pants tighten, dick getting hard as he imagined her under him, eyes wide and eyebrows pinched as he touched the best parts of her.

"see NOW youre getting what im saying!" Maury said excitedly.

"Maybe you should." Y/n replied. Her body was so hot she was almost sweating. She decided that maybe Stacee was right, Judd was quite hot. She didn't know if this was him getting more comfortable with her, or the weed, but she was not complaining. And in that moment she thanked every God imaginable that their table in the library was fairly secluded and tucked into a corner.

Judd's thumb came up and traced her bottom lip, and when close enough, y/n pulled the tip of his finger into her mouth, sucking on it lightly.

Judd mumbled a small 'fuck' under his breath at the sight of her lips curling around his thumb and temperature of her mouth. He was fully hard now.

Then her lips quirked into a smile and she pulled away. Judd blinked and suddenly everything was back to normal, y/n flipping through her schedule pages and beginning to tell him what they would work on today. With the softened edge of the weed in his brain, he was almost ready to accept the moment didn't happen and that it was just a horny daydream. But he could see the slightest sheen of saliva on y/n's bottom lip, and that gave him all the confirmation he needed.

Then the two of them got to work, Judd answering questions and completing online exams until it was time to go.

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"Youre doing really good." Y/n mumbled next to him in the empty hallway. His gaze snapped to her form.

"We're ahead of schedule, if you keep this up, youll be done in no time." She smiled up at him softly. Judd hummed, turning away before the small pink tint in his cheeks was visible. Since when did he blush?

Like normal, he walked y/n to her car, then walked back to his own after she drove off.

Maury sat in the front seat the whole ride home, talking Judd's ear off. And as soon as he sped into the driveway, Judd unlocked the door with ferocity, stomping up the stairs and immediately turning on the shower in his connected bathroom.

He stripped as soon as the water was hot, letting it run down his bare back for a few minutes. Yet no matter how hot he made the water, he couldn't shake his thoughts of y/n.

"Stop fighting it Kiiiid." Maury sang from behind the shower curtain.
"You know you want to."

Judd groaned in frustration, gripping his hard dick in his grasp. He leaned his forehead against the wall of his shower, two of his hands circling his shaft.

He closed his eyes, imagining y/n bent over his bed, ass up and pussy on display, then slowly he began thrusting into his hands.

He imagined those dainty little hands that are always tapping away at her laptop, pushing and pulling at his hips as he fucked his length into her. He thought about that pretty voice, always huffing or giggling at him when he says something interesting, how it would sound if she was moaning his name, or squealing for him to keep fucking her pussy.

And he couldn't forget her lips, those pretty lips that are always smiling at him, or always pursed in frustration or in thought. He imagined them
wrapped around his fingers, fingertips touching her throat.

Judd's breath picked up as his hips slipped between his hands, and as he imagined holding y/n down by the small of her back and pounding into her, he let a deep growl leave his lips, his release approaching.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck" he mumbled, eyes squeezing shut as he spilled white all on the bathroom wall and down the drain. He stroked softly as it kept coming with his eyes wide.

"Shit, you really made a mess here...." Maury mumbled, peaking behind the shower curtain.
"Thats a whole generation."

Judd blinked before huffing a bit. This girl had some type of hold on him, and he didn't like it.

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