Random Smuts

Judd Birch x Reader Smut

TW: Rough (consensual) NSFW

Judd inviting Y/N tonight was a plan masked as an innocent bring-my-girlfriend-to-my-family-dinner night. Y/N knew full well what she was getting herself into, but never the less, played along. Date night with the Birch's was cute. A cute precursor to something much less innocent. Y/N was hanging around the side of her house while she had a smoke, keeping an eye on the time. It was mid-fall, and the air was crisp. She was relaxed, taking in her surroundings of the environment fall had created in her simple suburban neighborhood. She flicked the finished bud on the ground, being sure to squash it out. Her fashion, like most things, was simple. An outfit to look nice for Mr. and Mrs. Birch, but it was simply wrapping paper for the lacy gift underneath. She shoved her nearly empty pack of cigarettes and traveled sized perfume into her pocket discreetly. She slipped out of her vacant home to walk to the Birch's, having lived a street away. The nice weather lured kids with bikes and people with dogs on the streets. The autumn shades of orange and yellow coat the charcoal roads.

Y/N heard someone trying to get her attention, and her head instinctively went in the direction of Judd's bedroom window. Judd was sitting on the edge of his open window, signaling her to come closer. She started walking in the direction of their garden as Judd slid down the side porch roof. Meeting up with him, Y/N pulled out her pack as they shared her final two cigarettes. Judd lit them both, and in routine unison, both took long drags.  They steadily made their way deeper into the garden, away from the inside view from the house. Judd took the last, long drag of his cigarette as Y/N watched intently. It was the little things about Judd that enthralled her. His face was resting and relaxed when he'd take long drags. Y/N followed suit, finishing hers as they both flicked and squashed their buds in the grass. Y/N applied her perfume, sneaking in some for Judd. "Fuck off with your girly shit." Y/N chuckled, shoving it back into her pocket, and leading the way back to the house. "Toxic masculinity isn't cute, Judd."

"You're not cute," he spats back as he follows.

"Awwh, my feelings," Y/N finishes sarcastically. She couldn't see it, but she could feel his eye roll from behind. Judd enters through the side door, and Y/N heads for the front to avoid suspicion. She rings the doorbell before being greeted by Mr. Birch. "Y/N, my dear, you look exquisite," he says with gentle enthusiasm. Y/N gives a smile, thanking him for the compliment as Mr. Birch steps aside to invite her in.

Judd walks into the kitchen from the side door without catching the attention of either of his parents. "Y/N, hello. You're looking lovely this evening," Mrs. Birch says with a heartfelt smile. "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Birch. I try my best," Y/N says modestly, returning the smile with a chuckle. "As someone as dynamite as you," Mr. Birch says, coming beside Y/N, "you don't have to try." He finishes by joining next to his wife, both beaming at Y/N with inviting smiles. Y/N takes her seat at the table next to Judd. Mrs. Birch calls for Judd's younger brother and sister down while Mr. Birch gathers the utensils. "Y/N, hey, girl!" Leah says, coming down the stairs. "Leah, hi," Y/N replies with a smile. Leah was only two years younger than Y/N, so it was easy for the two to get along. Y/N could hear the subtle steps of their little brother Nick walking into the dining room moments later. Y/N gave him a wave, and he gave one in return.

Mrs. and Mr. Birch begin bringing in the sides, lining the sides of the table with the dishes. Mrs. Birch completes the display with the main dish. "My beautiful family; that includes you, Y/N; please, dig in," Mr. Birch says with kindness to begin dinner. Y/N nearly drops the tongs in her hand when she feels Judd's cold fingers grip onto her inner left thigh. She attempts to carry on as if nothing happened, continuing to fill her plate. He didn't have to smirk for Y/N to feel it; he knew what he was doing. His hand stayed in that position as the table continued to fill their plates, but it was almost as if Judd's hand crept closer to her each time she grabbed a new side.