Should've Called- Jordan Li x reader
First fanfic post, kinda nervy...
Summary/CW: 3.6k she's essentially a two parter with a little time skip. Use of she/her, but no use of y/n. Jordan and reader have an established relationship. Reader has an estranged relationship with her father, discussed in second part. She's completely outside of canon with a weird timeline merge between The Boys and GenV. Contains smut: p in v, cunilingus, swearing, etc. Light angst and a cliffhanger.
Considering making this a series, but wanna see if anyone is actually interested first. Okay, enjoy! :)5
"Andre, no. I'm not telling you that." She laughed, chucking a crumpled up napkin at her friend.
"What?!" Andre mocked offense, deflecting the napkin with a flick of his finger, "If I was dating Jordan, I would tell you."
She looked at her significant other, Jordan, who wore a knowing smirk. Their thumb rubbed circles on her calf, legs thrown across their lap. Jordan has the incredible ability to shift between masculine and feminine forms whenever they please. Naturally, one could say, Andre was curious as to whether or not Jordan shifts mid-coitus. Perv.
Her gaze fell back on Andre, staring back at her through his weed induced haze, "You're such a freak." Laughs fell from the lips of the three friends, heads tilted back and knees being slapped.
She loved nights like this. Sure, Cate and Luke were missing— probably off sucking face or worse, but with Jordan around, the other company didn't matter much. One look at Jordan and their silly little bob, and her day would brighten. When she looked back at Jordan, they had shifted back into their feminine form, that same smug look staring back at her again. One of her hands reached out, pushing their hair behind their ear; an action immediately supplanted by a familiar fluttering in her chest.
Fuck, she's so in love.
Her eyes traced the soft curve of Jordan's cheeks, taking in the hint of freckles against their otherwise clear skin. She always found Jordan so gorgeous in their feminine form. Of course, she loved Jordan in whatever form they were presenting as, but she liked to find unique things that made each form beautiful. Like this? Their face was so round and soft, a sweet innocence that could fool anyone who'd never heard of Jordan Li. They were known around GodU to be cold and harsh, but their closest friends knew this wasn't all Jordan was, that's not to say anyone would believe them if they tried.
"I gotta get going, baby." She murmured to her love, grabbing their hand and giving the back of it a kiss before sliding her legs off their lap and moving to get off of the couch they were sharing, "I have my eight AM tomorrow, I don't wanna fall asleep in that class." The comment received a booing from Andre and a grumble from Jordan.
"Fine, but I'm walking you back." They murmured, giving their girlfriend's ass a squeeze as they followed her from the couch, "We'll see ya, Andre."
"Yeah, whatever."
Jordan watched carefully as she gathered her purse and other belongings, smiling softly to themself. They'd quickly found a soft spot for the girl when they met during their freshman year at GodU. At the time, they lived in the same dorm building and frequently ran into one another coming in and out of the building. It took her a week to realize that boy Jordan and girl Jordan were the same person. One day the pair found themselves chatting in the lobby as they shuffled through their mail. Jordan had absent-mindedly shifted when she'd looked away and when she turned back, the sharp noise of shock she let out caused nothing short of a guffaw from Jordan. "You're both Jordans?!" She'd asked them incredulously.
"Ready?" She pulled Jordan from their thoughts, her pinky wrapping around theirs. Jordan cleared their throat, nodding as they released her pinky and gently moved their hand to the small of her back.
The walk to her dorm was always nice. She lived close to a little patch of woods where she frequently walked to make new animal friends.
Oh, yeah— she fucking talks to animals.
That used to stress Jordan out; hearing how she walked the forest by herself at dusk and talked to the random rodents that normally scurried past most people, but they eventually learned that talking to these animals meant befriending them, which meant they protected her on her walk.
A long content sigh drifted from her lips, her body coming to rest on into Jordan's now masculine side as they walked, "It's so nice tonight, don't you think? I feel so… good." A 'must be the new meds' halted on the tip of her tongue like if she spoke them, it would completely ruin her mood— or acknowledging it would make her think about it too hard, maybe even make her realize it was hypo-mania, and not real happiness she felt, but an influx of hormones rushing through her brain.
"Yeah," Jordan murmured onto the top of her head, pressing a soft kiss onto her hair, "It is…Can we make it even better?"
A small laugh, "Freak."
"Hey!" Jordan laughed, squeezing her hip affectionately, "Can't a person make their girlfriend happy? Treat her like she should be?"
Jordan received a scoff in return, but it was one that told Jordan they were getting exactly what they wanted. However, their steps faltered as a skinny looking raccoon pranced right onto the walkway in front of them, letting out soft chittering noises in her direction.
Her lips turned down in a soft frown as she listened intently, nodding slowly before turning to Jordan, "Jord, he's really thirsty. We need to find some water for him." She held her hand down to the raccoon who seemed to take it without a second thought, "C'mon, sweetheart. We'll find a water fountain."
Jordan had to force themself to hold back the scoff of the disbelief they felt towards the situation— although, they knew they should be used to it by now. She always had to help each and every animal who asked for it, otherwise she'd be up tossing and turning over it for days. So, instead of arguing, Jordan focused on beelining for the nearest source of water with their hand still firmly planted on the small of her back whilst trying to ignore the seemingly parched raccoon that clutched to their girlfriend's hand like a lost child. Until finally, water was found and the raccoon's thirst was quenched, leaving the couple to continue their journey to her dorm.
"Are you planning on spending the night?" She looked up at them with a hopeful twinkle in her eyes. Of course, she knew the answer was yes, it always was, but she still asked every time.
"If you'll let me." They joked, holding open the door to let her inside, earning a playful scoff. She walked into her dorm, just in front of Jordan and gave their cheek a quick peck. They always loved watching the way she traversed her dorm, she had the same routine every time: leave her shoes by the door, take off her glasses, jewelry, let down her hair, and place everything on her desk, then she would shed all of her uncomfortable clothing and replace them with something comfortable (even if she knew Jordan would be taking them off in a matter of minutes), and finally track down her cat to say hello— and likely listen to him bitch about her being gone all day.
"Hi, buddy." She picked up her cat and placed a kiss on his head, listing to his long drawn out meows that Jordan had come to recognize as complaints, "I know, I know, but I had things to do today. You can't follow me around on campus, it's not safe." She set him down on her desk with a soft laugh, "Jordan is staying the night, so be nice."
The little shit doesn't like anyone but her.
She smiled to herself as she walked towards her dresser and pulled out some spare clothes, "I just washed your pjs, babe. Do you wanna put them on now or later?"
"Later."
When she turned to look at Jordan, they had shifted back into their feminine form and adorned a sultry smirk. Fuck me eyes, she liked to call them. The kind of look that told you exactly what Jordan wanted.
Jordan stepped closer, their hand resting flat against the lowest part of her stomach, gently pushing her back until her ass knocked into the dressed. They didn't kiss her, not immediately. Instead, their hands traced up and down her body, caressing every curve, squeezing and pinching where they pleased. It was tantalizing yet intimate, boarding on teasing until they finally leaned in to press soft kiss to her lips. So soft it felt like a mere brush of their lips against hers. Jordan's fingers slipped into the belt loops of her pants, tugging her closer until their hips were pressed against the other.
The soft kisses slowly morphed into something hungrier. Jordan's saliva mixing with hers in a delicious cocktail of desire. Her teeth tugged at Jordan's bottom lip, pulling a soft moan from them. The kiss deepened into hot openmouthed moans and whispers. One of her hands found Jordan's breasts, her thumb ghosting over their nipple and palm kneading the soft tissue there. It wasn't until the cool air hit their skin that Jordan realized she had pulled off their shirt, her lips traveling down to their neck.
Jordan's hands quickly found her ass, gripping it tightly as they dragged the two of them over to her bed where she gently pushed them onto their back. She looked down at Jordan with a smirk, not dissimilar from the one she'd just received. Her fingers ghosted over their stomach as her lips dipped down to kiss one of Jordan's nipples, chuckling lowly when she hears Jordan choke back a soft moan. She swirled and flicked her tongue over the erect flesh between her lips, her fingers simultaneously traveling to Jordan's jeans and flicking the button open, pulling the zipper down at a torturous pace. Her lips parted from one nipple, moving to the other and duplicating her actions.
"Babe." Jordan breathed, finally speaking.
"Yeah?"
"Touch me." Jordan didn't ask, never pleaded. They knew what they wanted and knew she would give it to them.
There was barely a falter in her movements before her fingers began tugging down Jordan's pants and moving her mouth to the inside of their thighs. She helped Jordan completely remove their jeans without so much as pulling her lips away from their skin. Her mouth moved higher and higher towards the warmth between their thighs where she pressed her lips against their boxers. Then, with a careful precision, pulled the boxers down to their ankles, no sooner diving between their legs and taking their clit into her mouth. Neither of them ever really believed in patience.
Her tongue moved skillfully, pushing into the wetness before her, breathing in Jordan's arousal, exhaling pleasure, and creating friction between their clit and her nose. She ate like a starving woman, frenzied and sloppy. Jordan's fingers were in her hair and her fingers were gripped onto Jordan's thighs so tight that if they didn't have enhanced healing, the skin there would've bruised. Jordan's moans and curses only served to fuel her actions, lips suctioning onto their clit, then her tongue pushing deeper and deeper, as far as it could go.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."
She smirked as muscle rippled against her tongue, Jordan's pleasure washing over her tastebuds like a gourmet dish, so delectable she couldn't help but moan into Jordan's orgasm.
Before she could complain about Jordan's fingers leaving a cold spot on her scalp, Jordan's hand had enlarged, pulling her to her feet and tossing her onto the bed with a soft grunt. She looked up to see the now masculine presenting Jordan standing over her, smug and erect— their supe refractory period already up.
She let out a laugh as she sat up on her elbows, gazing up at Jordan as they began to undress her. It wasn't an amused laugh, though. It was jovial. It was affectionate. As the cold air flowed onto her bare skin, she could feel how wet she was. Practically dripping like a drooling dog with a bone.
"Oh fuck-"
Jordan had swiftly pulled her to the edge of the bed so they could press their tip against her cunt, rubbing against her clit and making her squirm— karma, she presumed, for her earlier teasing.
"Jordan, please-"
"No," they murmured gruffly, "No, I'm taking my time. I already came. I'm feeling pretty patient right now. You lay there and take it."
A soft whimper forced it's way from her throat as her fingers gripped the sheets of her bed, frustration building at the pit of her stomach. She knew she wouldn't be able to convince Jordan to go any faster than they wanted to, but she wasn't sure she cared to.
"You want my dick so bad, don't you?" It was a purely rhetorical question; because before she could answer, before she could plead her case, Jordan was already pushing themself into her. The pace was slow and excruciating. They'd push in the slightest bit before pulling out, then again pushing in a bit further before pulling out again. They repeated this over and over, letting her feel the slightest bit of pleasure before taking it away.
She barely had time to blink before Jordan suddenly bottomed out within her, effectively hitting an angle so delicious she could've cum that very moment— but she held out.
Jordan began their relentless pace. In and out. Thrusting into her so hard the headboard of her bed knocked against the wall. To an outsider, it would look like pure hate fucking, but to them? This was exactly what they both liked.
She could feel tears sprouting in her eyes at the force of each incessant thrust, shoving her closer and closer to the edge, overwhelming her in every way. Her legs trembled as Jordan lifted them, forcing her knees towards her chest so they could hit her g-spot every time.
"That's it, baby." They murmured, watching her tears with a devilish smile, "You gonna cum for me?"
"Yes." She practically sobbed, her fingers white knuckling her sheets with a force that could rip them.
That white hot pleasure grew at a quick steady pace, dragging whimpers and sobs from her gut as she begged Jordan to make her cum. She was inching closer and closer at a rapid pace, her entire body tensing.
"Fuck!"
She didn't make a habit out of walking campus alone at night, but after waking up from a shitty dream and falling into an anxiety attack, she desperately needed fresh air and Jordan. That's how she found herself walking the mile across campus to Jordan's dorm, in her pjs, at two in the morning. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, but each of the few times she had, Jordan had told her to call and have them come to her, but tonight she really needed the cool air to calm her down.
It was mildly embarrassing, if she was being entirely honest. Dating someone without mental illnesses tended to make someone who does, feel crazy. That's how she felt a lot of the time. It took her a long time to be honest with Jordan, but after picking up on her compulsive behaviors and watching her fall into depressive episodes or jumping into manic adjacent moods; it was fairly easy for Jordan to pick up on the fact that she definitely wasn't neurotypical.
When she'd confessed her disorders to Jordan, she'd completely broken down in tears like she was confessing to fucking cheating or something. Obviously, this changed nothing about how Jordan felt about their girlfriend, but it helped them to be more observant of her moods. They could pick up on when her OCD was flaring up or when she was slipping into a depression, maybe even help to keep her from making bad decisions through her hypo-manic episodes.
She could already feel her heart rate slowing as she breathed in the crisp night air, the icy breeze nipping at her skin and distracting her from the spiraling in her brain.
Something that was cut short.
She blinked and suddenly there was a hand and cloth over her mouth, the air she breathed in was pleasant and sweet. There were hands gripping onto all of her limbs, bruising her skin.
She barely had time to register her situation before being knocked out.
When her eyes slowly fluttered open, she felt nauseous and dizzy, the dingy room she was in smelled like rusty pipes, only fueling her nausea.
Fuck.
For a moment, she couldn't help but laugh. She got fucking kidnapped. What the fuck could anyone want with her? But, as her laughter faded, she began to panic. What the fuck could anyone want with her?
She'd always been just some girl. Sure she was dating the number two ranked student at GodU, but other than that… she was barely a blip on the map. She never felt like she'd amount to anything, not as a supe at least. So, again she asked herself why anyone would feel motivated to take her over literally anyone else.
She wasn't part of the Lamplighter college, but she'd learned enough about crimefighting to have a least some supe survival instincts. So, she slowly rose from the couch, looking around the concrete room to take in the complete lack of… well, anything. Quickly, she noticed that the door wasn't locked, nor was it even completely closed. So, she closed her eyes and attempted to use her powers to sense if there were any animals in her place of abduction, but she felt nothing at all. She cursed under her breath as she looked down and lifted her pant leg, realizing that a power-dampening cuff had been clasped onto her ankle.
She sat back down on the couch and stared at the cracked door for a long moment, trying desperately to decide whether or not to stay on the couch and wait for her captors to come get her or to go out and find them first.
Fuck it.
Slowly she rose from the couch and stalked towards the door. She had nothing to defend herself with— no powers, no weapons, and her hand-to-hand was rusty (something Jordan would likely scold her for), but still she pushed on. She tested the door, pushing it a mere centimeter to see if it creaked, being met with no sound, she pushed it open further and began to peek out into the rest of the building.
Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest so loud that she was sure it would give her away, but noticing the empty area just outside of her room, she slowly slipped out into the next area. She noticed another couch, a small makeshift kitchen, and a tv. Either someone was living here, or they planned on keeping her for a long time. Her heart stuttered as she heard voices approaching a door at the other end of the room. Her brain was already firing ideas on what to do next and how to not die, but one voice in particular caught her attention.
A gruff, angry kiwi.
Her fucking dad.
It was as though that one voice caused all of her fear to dissipate, but not so much in a good way. For she now stood furiously in the middle of the room and stared at the door she heard the voices coming from, waiting for the door to inevitably swing open.
When it finally did, she spoke without hesitation, "What the actual fuck?"
The two men, her father and one other, startled for a moment before relaxing with recognition, "Sweetheart. You're awake." The tone in which her father spoke only fueled her frustration.
It had been years since he had so much as called her— and now, instead of calling, he'd sent his goons to snatch her off the street. If his lack of knowledge of her wasn't clear before, it definitely was now. If he assumed she would be happy to see him, this man didn't know her in the slightest.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She stomped forwards, stopping a mere foot away from him and a tall timid looking man, "Why the hell did you send a bunch of assholes to knock me out and kidnap me? I mean what part of this sounded like a good idea? You couldn't have called? Sent a text? Something a normal person would do?"
"You saying you would've answered if I did?"
She felt her eyes narrow, "Maybe if you'd called a few years ago." But it wasn't a few years ago. It was now. Years after radio silence. Dodged calls and texts with no reply, she'd been shunned by her father over a decision she wasn't alive to make. "Why now?"
There was a silent exchange between her father and the other man, a shared glance that was hardly readable. The silence felt as though it stretched across minutes, waiting in baited silence for her estranged father to confess to the reason why he had her kidnapped.
"Homelander wants you dead." He cleared his throat, speaking as though he was attempting to be unbothered.
"Excuse me?"
"He's pissed at me and he thinks if he gets you, he can get to me."
She was silent, just staring at him as though if she narrowed her eyes just enough, she could blow his head off. She wanted to be angry, to hate him. She wanted to kick and scream and hit, but she couldn't because now she was just plain terrified. Homelander wanted her dead. Home-fucking-lander. All because what? Her idiot dad stuck his nose where it shouldn't have been? She was so unbelievably fucked.
"Oh."
