A Problem Called Judd Birch
Judd Birch x "Fem" Glaser!Reader
★ Synopsis: You try to forget what happened at camp, but Judd doesn't, and that feeling intensifies.
★ Tags: yandere, obssesive? possesive?, reader is a virgin, soft smut, judd has a big dick
Well, you were the oldest, the firstborn, and you saw the beginning of your parents' marriage falling apart. They tried at first, but the more you grew up, the more you saw the messed-up things happening in that house—until finally, you hit puberty.
Your hormonal monster finally showed up, and with it, the start of your little rebellious streak. Your parents were hardly ever home, and you stopped being their precious little flower. Watching them argue, your mom trying to pressure you, you finally took control—with your monster egging you on more and more. You developed your own style, your own tastes, your own personality, without your mom controlling you like before.
But there were things you couldn’t change. Like the fact that you were forced to go to summer camp. Your mom thought maybe, like other summers, you’d have fun—but that didn’t happen. Your childhood friend was moving away, and you’d be at that camp alone. Well, not completely alone. You were shocked when you saw none other than Judd Birch—or Judd Bitch, as you liked to call him. The guy who was just out of his mind—ran away from home, skipped school, even blew up the chemistry lab once. And you had no idea why he’d show up—he never went to camp. Well, whatever. He was just like those Bilzerian brothers, Kurt and Val—always acting like little shits.
But there was something you never mentioned: that boy was actually your first kiss. You didn’t even like thinking about that time. You never liked him—never liked any boys back then, really. They were all jerks, perverts, idiots, even though they were just kids like you.
Still, that camp was… turbulent. You barely talked to anyone—your friend wasn’t even there. But it was there that you and Judd had your first real interactions. Was he a jerk? Yeah. But what could you do? It started small—when you were swimming, he pulled you underwater. You were about to yell at him, but then he showed you what he was planning: a prank on those Bilzerian jerks. And of course you joined in. You remember standing far away as they screamed and everyone laughed at them. It was fun. And it was the first time you’d ever laughed with Judd Birch—someone everyone would’ve sworn you’d never get along with.
And how did that summer end? You and Judd, way past curfew, setting up one last prank for the next morning. Laughing at the thought of everyone waking up to the chaos. You never really understood what happened next—just that, in an instant, you were kissing that boy under the dark sky. It was your first kiss. And what Judd wouldn’t admit was that it was his, too. But when it was over, you both decided never to bring it up again.
And for years, you didn’t. You barely even spoke after that—just little interactions here and there.
You grew up. Got prettier, taller, more beautiful. And the reason Judd had a crush? He never said—maybe that secret dies with him. But he always liked you. Strange, coming from Judd Birch—the guy with a battalion of raccoons, the guy who slashes tires, the guy who made the news, the rebel, the lord of chaos, the troublemaker. Yet the same guy who still holds onto feelings, who still has that bracelet you lost at the middle-school dance, who kept a photo from that summer camp.
But there’s one thing only he and his Hormone Monster know: that stupid childhood crush didn’t fade—it grew with him. Got stronger. Maybe he’ll never admit it. That even when he skips class, he’s got cameras in your classroom just to watch you study. That maybe he bugged your phone. But no one noticed. No one saw what Judd Birch hid—not even his parents. He never dared get close to you. How could he? It’d been years. You both kept that unspoken rule: Never mention what happened at camp.
But then—plot twist—you had a little sister. Jessie Glaser. Who, of course, was friends with his little brother. And suddenly, there you were, years later, showing up on his doorstep just to pick her up.
Maybe he mentally thanked his sister, Leah, for befriending you. You were at his house for a group project with her—not him. He’s not crazy, just messed up. But his biggest problem? His little brother, Nick, started catching feelings for you. And, of course, you barely noticed. You were sweet to Nick and Jessie—especially Jessie. You were her idol. Your style, your attitude, how you stood up to your parents, how you never backed down in that house. Hell, you’d dressed yourself since puberty—your mom lost that battle fast.
Then Leah threw a party. Judd acted like he didn’t care who came, but half of him prayed you’d show. And—look at that—you did. Pissed at your parents, dragging Jessie along. He spent the party inside the walls, drowning in Jack Daniels. Then he found you outside. Angry. Frustrated. And he took his shot—no Nick, no Jessie, no Leah. Finally, after years, he could talk to you. Sure, he was still a jerk, but you noticed how he’d changed. Taller. More rebellious. Sharper.
And well… the alcohol hit hard. You inched closer. Your Hormone Monsters went wild.*
"Let's take this somewhere else." Judd grabbed your hand, dragging you off—your mind foggy with arousal—until suddenly, you were on his bed. And though Judd would never admit it, the Angel of Vice was there, watching it all unfold.
Meanwhile, your Hormone Monsters fucked each other on the floor—growling, clawing—while the Lovebug and the Angel exchanged a knowing glance before slipping out, leaving the two of you (four, if you counted the monsters) alone.
You swore that all Birchs had penis problems, thinking that even Judd would have a small dick, but you were wrong, oh yes you were, wrong, Judd Birch was your first kiss, just like it was your first time, and Judd, oh Judd, he loved to claim it like that, knowing that he had the power to take that innocence from you, it excited him, he could squeeze you, damn your pussy was tight for him, he, he was so big, he opened you up in an incredible way for your first time and god, how he missed that mouth of yours, you didn't even see the party stopping, and god lucky the party was loud, enough to cover your loud moans, lucky Judd always had a recorder and a camera, he'll need that video for later for private purposes, don't ask.
When it was over, you didn’t quite know what to do. And Judd—God, Judd—wanted to keep you there, but he was just as lost. "Wanna go slash some tires with me?" You lifted your head from his chest. You needed to do something, so you just... agreed.
As you got dressed, you didn’t even notice a missing piece of clothing—maybe the alcohol was hitting harder than you thought. You didn’t care. And Judd? He thanked his lucky stars as he tucked your panties under his pillow before locking his room and following you outside.
Tire-slashing was weirdly relaxing. Maybe the night hadn’t been a total disaster. When it was finally time to leave, you grabbed your sister. "Jessie! What the hell happened to you?!" "Just take me home!" You sighed, handing her a rag to wipe her mouth before saying your goodbyes. Then you paused at the door, turning back to Judd. A small, tired smile—just for him—before leading Jessie away, her hand in yours.
Maybe something had changed.
He didn’t notice the Lovebug glowing behind him. You didn’t notice Judd wasn’t done—not even close.
Because he liked you. And this love?
Yeah. It was always gonna be a little problematic
