jersey

21୧ ‧₊˚ she/they⋅ ☆ smut enjoyer ☆ a yapper ✩ safe space ✩ masterlist in about me

[jealousjersey]

about me post !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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certified josh futturman apologist

my name is jersey, i’m 21 years old, my prns are she/they and im a amateur writer, i mostly write for jhutch characters but im open to requests !! please do not interact if ur a minor !!! i mostly write smut !!! you will be blocked !!! most comfortable with writing for: mike schmidt, josh futturman, derek danforth, clapton davis. i will not write for underage characters. if you have any requests my inbox is open !!! ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

[jealousjersey]

exams r kicking my ass rn which has given me a thought .... dom!clapton encouraging u to study by having u cockwarm him and each question u get right he gives u a little more pleasure each time and only fully fucks u as a reward for finishing ur studying 🥹🥹✌️✌️ could we perhaps get a fic on this please 🥹🥹

study (fuck)buddies

YOU sit on Clapton Davis’s lap in his room, your skirt hiked up and your panties pushed aside. His thick cock is buried deep inside you, stretching you open, but he holds your hips firmly in place so you can’t move. Just warm, full pressure. He leans back in the chair, one hand resting on your thigh, the other flipping through your textbook.

“Focus, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low and rough. “You wanted my help studying, right? So be good and answer the first question.”

You shift slightly and he tightens his grip, a warning squeeze. “No moving yet. Cockwarming only. Get it right and I’ll give you a little something.”

He reads the question out loud. When you answer correctly, a slow smirk spreads across his face.

“Good girl.” He rewards you with a shallow roll of his hips, just enough to nudge against that sweet spot inside you. A tiny burst of pleasure sparks through your body, but it’s gone too fast. You whimper.

“Next one,” he says, voice steady and commanding. “Don’t get distracted.”

You get the second question right too. This time he thrusts up a little deeper, grinding into you once, twice, letting you feel the full length of him before going still again. Your walls clench around him desperately.

“See? That’s how we do it. Keep earning it.”

Question after question, he quizzes you. Each correct answer earns you more. A slow circle of his hips. A hand slipping under your shirt to pinch your nipple. A deeper, firmer thrust that makes your breath catch. He stays in control the whole time, never letting you ride him, never giving you the full fucking you crave.

“Last few,” he growls, lips brushing your neck. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. So wet and tight around my cock. But you don’t get the real reward until you’re finished.”

You push through the final questions, head hazy with need. When you nail the last one, Clapton lets out a low, satisfied groan.

“That’s my girl. All done.” He finally grips your hips with both hands and starts moving for real, pulling you down hard onto his cock. “You earned this.”

He fucks you properly then, deep and relentless, pounding up into you with every bit of the tension he’s been holding back. “Good job, baby. Such a smart little slut for me.”

[jealousjersey]

i’m baaaaaack

[jealousjersey]

posting on this acc feels like i’m talking to a wall

[jealousjersey]

college didn’t work out so i’m probably gonna be back on here…is anyone out there?

[ficpmaan]

[jealousjersey]

i miss u guys

[ficpmaan]

please I need 9 hours of board games with him

[jealousjersey]

are we back in the jhutch mike schmidt era

[jealousjersey]

turned 21 today, everyone take a shot for me

[jealousjersey]

mmm

[jealousjersey]

god he’s so pretty

[jealousjersey]

idk if i can continue kinktober as college is beating me down to a pulp, ill post what i can but i can’t promise it’ll be linear. thank you guys i love u

[xdmir1ngjhutch-deactivated20260]

⭒ NEW LIL' PIC ` . ★ !

[jealousjersey]

he’s so cute

[jealousjersey]

dry humping - kinktober day 17 josh futturman

꩜ boyfriend!sub!josh futturman dry humps you

꩜ tags // josh futturman x reader, dry humping, whimpering, smut, 18+ fanfic, futureman fanfic, porn without plot

꩜ mentions // dry humping, male whimpering, moaning, grinding, praise, teasing, kissing, begging

It’s late at night, and you’re curled up on the couch with Josh, watching some old sci-fi movie. His arm is around you, but you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s shifting slightly, like he can’t quite get comfortable. You turn to him, catching his eyes in the dim light from the screen.

“Everything okay?” you whisper, brushing a strand of his messy hair from his forehead.

He nods, but his cheeks flush a little. “Yeah, just… you look really good tonight.” His voice is soft, almost shy, but there’s a heat in his gaze that makes your pulse quicken.

You smile and lean in, pressing your lips to his. What starts as a gentle kiss quickly turns heated, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer. Before you know it, you’re straddling his lap, the movie forgotten in the background.

Josh’s hands grip your hips as you start to move against him, grinding slowly through your clothes. The friction builds, and you feel him harden beneath you. A soft whimper escapes his lips, muffled against your mouth, and it sends a thrill through you.

“You like that?” you murmur, pulling back just enough to see his face, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, looking utterly wrecked already.

He nods frantically, another whimper slipping out as you roll your hips harder. “Please… don’t stop,” he begs, his voice breaking into a whine. His hands guide your movements, but you’re in control, teasing him with every grind.

The dry humping intensifies, his breaths coming in short gasps, punctuated by those delicious whimpers that make you grind even slower, drawing them out. “You sound so good like this,” you praise, kissing along his jaw.

Josh arches up into you, chasing the friction, his whimpers turning into moans. The tension coils tight, and soon he’s trembling beneath you, lost in the sensation.

You keep the rhythm steady, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles that have Josh squirming underneath you. His fingers dig into your sides, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show how desperate he’s getting. Every time you grind down, he lets out these soft, breathy whimpers that make your core ache, high-pitched and needy, like he can’t hold them back.

“Fuck… feels so good,” he gasps, his head tilting back against the couch cushions. You lean down, capturing his lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his next whimper as your tongues tangle. The movie’s still playing, some explosion lighting up the room, but neither of you cares.

You pull back, watching him chase your mouth with a whine. “Tell me what you want, Josh,” you tease, slowing your movements just enough to make him buck up against you involuntarily.

“Please… faster,” he begs, his voice cracking into another whimper. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy with want. You oblige, picking up the pace, the friction between your clothes building that sweet, torturous heat. He moans louder now, the sound vibrating through you as he grinds back, matching your rhythm.

You’re both panting, the dry humping turning frantic. You can feel him throbbing beneath you, so close to the edge. “You’re doing so well for me,” you praise, nipping at his earlobe, and that’s what pushes him further, another series of whimpers spilling from his lips, broken and raw.

But you don’t let him finish just yet. You slow down again, edging him, drawing out those delicious sounds. “Not yet, baby,” you murmur, kissing his neck. He whines in protest, hips jerking up, but you hold him steady, building the tension until he’s trembling all over.

Finally, when you can’t take it anymore either, you grind hard and fast, pushing you both over. Josh cries out, a long, shuddering whimper as he comes undone beneath you, his body arching. You follow soon after, collapsing against him in a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breaths.

Afterward, you stroke his hair gently, whispering soft praises as he catches his breath. “You were amazing,” you say, and he smiles shyly, pulling you closer for a lazy kiss. The night stretches on, cozy and content.

[jealousjersey]

kinktober day 16: mike moodboard

sorry i’ve been so late to these so much is happening and im a little stressed out

[jealousjersey]

jealously/posession - kinktober day 15 - billy (burn)

Pairing: Billy (Burn 2019) x fem!reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only, smut, jealousy, possession, rough sex, choking, praise kink, creampie, aftercare, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), dom!Billy vibes

You’ve been working the late shift at the dingy gas station on the edge of town, the kind of place where fluorescent lights buzz like angry hornets and the coffee tastes like regret. Billy hates it. hates that you’re there alone half the night, hates the sketchy guys who roll in for smokes and leer a little too long. But money’s tight, and he’s not exactly rolling in it either, with his odd jobs and that temper that keeps getting him fired.

Tonight, he picks you up like always, his beat-up truck idling in the lot, engine rumbling low like a growl. You slide into the passenger seat, tossing your bag in the back, and he doesn’t say a word at first. Just grips the wheel tighter, jaw clenched, eyes flicking to the rearview as if expecting trouble to follow.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, reaching over to trace your fingers along his arm. He’s tense, muscles coiled under that worn leather jacket he loves.

“Saw that asshole in the store earlier,” he mutters, voice rough like gravel. “The one with the tattoos, buying beer. He was flirting with you. Don’t deny it…I watched from outside.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a spark in your chest at the way his possessiveness flares. It’s always been like this with Billy, intense, all-consuming. He doesn’t do halfway. “He was just being friendly, Billy. Asked about the lottery tickets. Nothing happened.”

His hand shoots out, grabbing your thigh a little too hard, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. “Friendly, huh? Looked like he wanted to bend you over the counter. You’re mine, you get that? No one else gets to look at you like that.”

The truck swerves into your shared trailer lot, tires crunching on the gravel. He kills the engine, but doesn’t move, turning to you with those dark eyes that always see right through you. There’s fire there, jealousy burning hot, and it sends a thrill straight between your legs.

“Prove it,” you whisper, challenging him because you know it’ll snap whatever restraint he’s holding onto.

He’s on you in seconds, mouth crashing against yours, all teeth and tongue and desperation. His hands are everywhere, tugging at your shirt, yanking it over your head as he pulls you across the console into his lap. The cab’s too small for this, but Billy doesn’t care. He never does when he’s like this.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he groans against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. You arch into it, moaning as his fingers fumble with your jeans, shoving them down your thighs along with your panties. The cool air hits your skin, but his touch is scorching, calloused palms spreading your legs wide over his.

“Billy, please,” you whimper, grinding against the bulge in his pants. He’s rock hard already, straining against the denim, and the friction makes you ache.

He chuckles low, dark, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat but not squeezing, just holding you there, tilting your head back so you’re looking right at him. “Begging already? Good girl. You know what I want to hear.”

“I’m yours,” you breathe, hands clutching his shoulders. “All yours, Billy. No one else.”

“That’s right.” He frees himself with his free hand, stroking his cock a few times. thick, veined, tip already leaking. Your mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn’t give you time to think. He lines up, rubbing the head through your slick folds, teasing your clit until you’re trembling. “Gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for days. Remind you who you belong to.”

He thrusts in hard, one brutal push that buries him to the hilt. You cry out, the stretch burning so good, filling you completely. Billy groans, head falling back against the seat as he holds you there, letting you adjust. “Fuck, so tight. Always so perfect for me, baby. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

His hips snap up, rough and relentless, each thrust punching the air from your lungs. The truck rocks with the force of it, windows fogging as you ride him, nails digging into his back. His hand tightens around your throat just a bit, enough to make your vision blur at the edges, heightening every sensation.

“Who do you belong to?” he growls, free hand slipping between you to rub circles on your clit, fast and firm.

“You! Fuck, Billy, you!” You’re close already, the jealousy-fueled intensity pushing you to the edge. He hits that spot inside you over and over, praise spilling from his lips like confessions.

“Good girl. Cum for me. Squeeze that pretty pussy around my cock…show me you’re mine.” His words tip you over, orgasm crashing through you like a wave, walls fluttering as you scream his name.

He follows right after, thrusting deep one last time and holding there, spilling hot inside you with a guttural moan. You feel every pulse, every drop claiming you from the inside out. “That’s it, take it all. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He doesn’t pull out right away, just holds you close, breathing ragged against your shoulder. Eventually, he softens, slipping free with a wet sound that makes you shiver. Billy reaches into the glove compartment for some napkins…always prepared, in his own messy way…and gently cleans you up, his touch tender now, all the roughness melted away.

“You okay?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, pulling your shirt back down.

“Yeah,” you smile, nuzzling into his neck. “More than okay.”

He smirks, that possessive glint still in his eyes. “Good. ‘Cause next time some prick looks at you wrong, I might not wait till we get home.”

You laugh, but deep down, you know he means it. And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.