#stargirl!reader

jj making stargirl!reader squirt nonstop

tw: overstim, fingering, dacryphila, squirting, multiple orgasms, explicit themes/language

based on this p!link: jj finger fucks stargirl!reader until she squirts (repeatedly)

a/n: desperately need this to happen to me fr (have to be signed into twitter/x to access link)

jj had you on your back in your white lace lingerie, but the lace was already soaked through—clinging to your skin in all the ways that made his smirk deepen.

“fuck, angel,” he muttered, sliding two fingers inside you again, slow at first, teasing. “you’re already dripping. haven’t even gotten started yet.”

your thighs clenched as he began working you faster, curling his fingers upward. he pressed his palm down on your stomach, keeping you pinned when you tried to arch.

“uh-uh,” jj taunted, his hair falling in his eyes as he thrust deeper. “stay right here. you’re not going anywhere till i say so.”

the first orgasm hit fast—too fast—your body jerking as his knuckles brushed your clit with every curl. you cried out his name, gasping when liquid sprayed across his hand.

jj groaned. “that’s my messy girl. but we’re nowhere near done.”

he shifted, angling his fingers downward this time, dragging against a new spot that made your legs twitch violently. your sobs filled the room, and he kissed the corner of your mouth softly, a cruel contrast to how brutal his hand was.

“hurts so good, huh?” he whispered. “don’t hold it back—give it to me.”

you came again, harder, wetter, squirting until the sheets were ruined beneath you. tears streaked your cheeks, but JJ only pressed his hand flat to your hips, holding you down when you tried to twist away.

“stay open, ma. don’t hide from me.” he shifted again, this time scissoring his fingers, stretching you until your moans broke into sobs. his thumb rubbed harsh circles over your clit, and you completely unraveled—another wave crashing through you, body shaking uncontrollably.

jj laughed low, kissing your damp cheek. “three already, and you’re still so fucking tight around me.”

he didn’t stop. he twisted his wrist, pumping at a new angle, his palm grinding right against your swollen clit now. you screamed, tears spilling faster, your hips bucking helplessly against his hand.

“oh, that’s it. that’s the one.” his voice cracked with arousal, watching you squirm. “look at you crying for me, my perfect little angel.”

the fourth orgasm tore through you violently, squirting down his wrist, soaking your thighs. You tried to shove at his arm, weakly whining “jj, please,” but he only pressed a kiss to your temple.

“one more,” he demanded, relentless. “give me one more and i’ll let you breathe.”

he angled his fingers just right, rubbing deeper, harder, until you were convulsing—your body giving up entirely as a final orgasm ripped through you, loud, messy, broken.

jj finally slowed, easing his fingers out of you, your thighs still trembling. he kissed your tear-stained cheeks, gathering you against his chest as if you hadn’t just drenched him.

“my ruined lavagirl,” he murmured, licking his fingers clean with a groan. “you don’t even know how fucking perfect you are like this.”

your body was already shaking from the fifth orgasm, but jj wasn’t even close to done. (the boy changes his mind like horton hears a who) his hand slid back down between your thighs, fingers glistening from the mess you’d made.

“j-jj i c-can’t—” your voice cracked, tears spilling as you tried to squirm away.

“yes, you can,” he rasped, holding your hips down with one arm, slipping three fingers inside this time, curling them so deep you saw stars. “you’re gonna give me every single drop you’ve got.”

you screamed when he found that spot again, his thumb grinding mercilessly over your clit. your legs kicked, your stomach tensed, but his strength kept you trapped. the orgasm tore through you like lightning, your body convulsing, squirting over his hand again.

“that’s six,” jj grinned, breathless himself. “look at my baby soaking the bed for me. you’re a fucking dream.”

you whimpered, babbling something incoherent, tears running hot down your face. jj’s chest ached at the sight but his cock twitched at how wrecked you looked. He kissed you sweetly, whispering against your lips, “I know, sweetheart. one more. just one more for me.”

he shifted, dragging your hips up onto his lap so he could finger you from below, deeper, harsher. every thrust of his wrist had your back bowing, your thighs quivering violently.

you sobbed his name, shaking your head, but the pleasure was unbearable—white-hot, unending.

“thats it, mama. let go. don’t fight it.”

you broke completely—screaming as your body released, squirting harder than you thought possible, soaking his chest and the sheets beneath you. your whole body went limp after, trembling in aftershocks, head falling against his shoulder.

jj slowed finally, stroking your sides, whispering praises into your ear. “seven. my perfect girl gave me seven.”

🍸 eddie’s most definitely on one already. he feels like he might even be going cross-eyed with all the flashing about. whatever. he’s use to it. his face will be plastered all over the papers by tomorrow morning. ‘of course, infamous corroded coffin heartthrobs show face at model steve harrington’s manor for the release of his newest cover!’ bless crystal, hope none of her work son’s commit any sins tonight…

right. right. they’re rockstars, what’s excepted?

(highly inspired by @princessbrunette !)

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stargirl!reader gives jj head under the table instead of studying…

jj’s leg bounced under the table, his pencil forgotten as your head dipped lower, hidden by the edge of the desk.

“jesus, ma—” he hissed, one hand gripping the book in front of him like he was actually reading, the other tangled in your hair. “we’re supposed to be studying, remember?”

you hummed against him, and his hips jerked, chair creaking. since when did he fucking care about studying anyways?

“shit—okay, not complaining,” he breathed, head tipping back as he bit his lip hard enough to stay quiet. “pretty girl, if you make me fail this test—god, baby—”

you looked up at him through your lashes, smug, and hollowed your cheeks until he was swearing under his breath and pushing your head down harder, forgetting the notes spread out in front of him completely.

“yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, the words strangled and quiet. “fuck the test—just like that, mama—don’t stop.”

and you definitely didn’t..

slip n slide day with stargirl!reader and her bffs!!!

the pogues decided it was officially too hot to exist, so obviously jj’s solution was to make a slip n’ slide out of a giant tarp, dish soap, and a hose running through john b’s yard.

you showed up in a pink bikini top and cutoff shorts, hair pulled into a messy bun, a mischievous glint in your eye that jj immediately noticed.

“oh, hell no,” he said, shaking his head, “you’re way too confident right now.”

“i’m about to smoke your ass,” you replied, already running toward the tarp.

kie, cleo, and sarah were cheering, pope was laughing his ass off, and john b was recording the whole thing as jj sprinted after you. you launched yourself down first, squealing when the water hit, soap bubbles flying everywhere. jj dove right after you — and somehow managed to take you down halfway through the slide.

you both ended up tangled at the end, dripping, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. jj pushed his wet hair back, that cocky grin spreading across his face.

“told you i’d catch you, lavagirl.”

you literally tackled me, you menace.”

“same thing.”

he flicked water at you, and you did the same back — until he grabbed the hose and aimed it straight at you. you shrieked, running off, but he caught you by the waist, spinning you around. (a/n: cuties wtf?????)

the laughter faded into something slower, warmer. his fingers brushed your stomach, trailing up toward your ribcage where the sun had left faint tan lines. his voice dropped low — teasing, but heavy with that look you knew all too well.

“you look good soaked like this, y’know.” (that’s what he said..)

you smirked, brushing his wet hair off his forehead. “you say that every time I go swimming.”

“yeah, and every time, i mean it.”

sarah’s voice called from somewhere near the porch, “guys! keep it pg, there are “children” present!”

jj flipped her off lazily without even looking. you laughed, burying your face against his shoulder, feeling the sun and water and the beat of his heart against your skin.

he kissed your temple, then your jaw, slow enough that your knees started to go a little weak.

“c’mon,” he murmured, eyes dark but smiling. “wanna go rinse off in the outdoor shower? promise i’ll behave.”

“you never behave.”

“yeah,” he said, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip, “that’s kind of your favorite thing about me.”

One day, you showed JJ the picture while you’re laying on the hood of the Twinkie, the sun dipping low enough to turn everything honey-gold. Your phone was tilted toward him, your thumb tapping the screen like it’s no big deal—except it absolutely is.

JJ squinted at it.

“…Why does this feel like a threat.”

You laughed, soft and smug. “I’m just saying. If we ever got married—hypothetically—this is what you’d wear.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, studied it like it’s a legal document. The pink tie. The boutonniere. The whole soft, romantic thing that absolutely does not scream JJ Maybank but somehow… does.

“Pink?” he said slowly.

You nodded. “Pink.”

He scoffed. “I don’t do pink.”

“You do for me,” you said instantly, not even looking up.

That shut him up.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair, eyes flicking back to the photo. “Okay but—” he pointed at the screen, “—why does this kinda… work?”

You turned your head, finally meeting his eyes, grin turning sweet instead of teasing. “Because you clean up nice when you let yourself be soft.”

JJ swallowed. Looked away. Then back at you.

“So what,” he muttered, trying and failing to sound casual, “I gotta match your flowers or whatever?”

You scooted closer, pressing your knee against his thigh. “You’d match mee.”

He stared at you for a second too long. Then he sighed dramatically, flopping back down.

“God,” he said, smiling despite himself, “I’m so screwed.”

You beamed, and locked your phone, before curling into his side.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “But you’d look really good doing it.”

And later—much later—when he’s half-asleep with your head on his chest, he mumbled, barely conscious:

“…Pink tie’s not that bad.”

when stargirl!reader steals the show, jj can’t hold back even if the world was fucking ending..

the party was loud, music thumping so hard it shook the floor, but jj couldn’t focus on anything except you.

your black glittery dress caught every light, hugging your body so perfectly that he swore you’d picked it just to torture him. you weren’t just dancing, you were performing — head thrown back, hair swinging, glitter on your chest glowing under the strobe lights. people were watching, cheering you on, and jj couldn’t decide if he wanted to rip you out of there or throw you on the table right in front of them.

then someone popped a champagne bottle, and before jj could even blink, you were there — tongue out, catching the stream. foam spilling over your lips, down your throat, glistening as it slid lower over your collarbone and the top of your dress.

jj nearly choked on his beer.

“jesus christ,” he growled, handing the bottle to pope without even looking. “i’m gonna go get my girl before she gets me arrested for public indecency.”

by the time he got to you, you were licking your lips, giggling, wiping the foam off your chest with your fingers — and you caught him staring.

“ohhh,” you teased, walking toward him with a slow sway of your hips. “somebody’s jealous.”

he grabbed you before you could even finish smirking, his hand gripping the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. “bathroom. now.”

you laughed, biting your lip, but you didn’t argue.

by the time the door locked behind you, jj had you against it, kissing you so hard it made your head spin. He shoved your dress up roughly, his hands everywhere — your hips, your thighs, your ass.

“you think that was funny, huh?” he muttered against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip before moving down to your neck. “dancing like that, letting everybody watch you, letting them pour that shit all over you?”

“maybe i like watching you lose your mind over me,” you whispered back, your nails scratching down his bare back.

jj groaned, low and dangerous, before spinning you around and bending you over the counter. the mirror fogged instantly with your breath as you watched him in the reflection, his wild blonde hair falling into his face as he shoved your panties to the side.

“look at you,” he said, voice hoarse, sliding two fingers through your slick folds. “already dripping. you like me getting jealous.”

“yes,” you gasped, pushing your hips back against him.

“say it again.”

“i like it,” you panted. “love it when you get jealous, j”

that was all it took. he lined himself up and pushed in one hard thrust, making you moan loud enough that he had to slap a hand over your mouth.

“shhh, mama,” he rasped, fucking into you hard enough to make the counter squeak. “you want the whole house to know I’m ruining you?”

you nodded, whimpering into his hand, tears pricking your eyes from how good it felt. his other hand came up, gripping your hair, tugging your head back so you had to watch yourself in the mirror.

“eyes on me,” he ordered. “wanna see your face when you fall apart.”

your legs shook as you came, clenching around him, and jj cursed, thrusting even harder until he spilled inside you, groaning your name against your neck.

the bathroom was hot and steamy by the time it was over, the mirror fogged, the glitter on your chest smeared. jj leaned against the counter, breathing hard, watching as you fixed your hair and smoothed your dress down.

and then you did it — that slow, sexy turn-around, pulling the dress back down over your hips, glancing at him over your shoulder like you hadn’t just let him wreck you against the sink.

jj ran a hand down his face and groaned. “you’re actually trying to kill me.”

you just smirked, grabbed his shirt to wipe the champagne off your chest, and tossed it back at him. “come on, maybank. party’s not over.”

jj pulled his shirt on, still grinning like the devil. “party’s over for me. i already won.”

a/n: it’s giving: delicious - periodd! / also feel it ⭐️

jj and stargirl!reader find a baby kitten🥺🥺🥺 blurb !

it all started with jj kicking at the snow, muttering about how his toes were “definitely gonna fall off” and you rolling your eyes because he refused to wear actual boots.

then you heard it — the faintest, tinniest sound.

a little mewl.

you both froze. you glanced at each other. then again at the snowbank beside the path.

jj crouched down first, brushing away some of the powder until a small, trembling ball of fluff peeked out — a tiny black kitten, its fur glistening with snowflakes like stars caught in midnight.

“holy crap,” jj whispered, voice softening instantly. “Hey, little dude…” you put your hand over your chest, “hey, it could also be a girl, j.”

the kitten blinked up at him, meowed again, and took a wobbly step straight into his hand.

your heart just about melted.

“baby, we have to take it home.”

“obviously,” he said, as if you’d suggested anything else.

he tucked the kitten into his hoodie pocket, zipping it just enough to keep its head poking out. you couldn’t stop smiling as the tiny creature purred against him — this tough, loud, reckless boy turning instantly gentle.

by the time you made it back to the house, jj was already calling it “lil snowball.”

you insisted the name didn’t make sense — “it’s literally black cat, jj!” — but he just grinned.

“yea, but i found it in the snow, so. snowball it is.”

later, you both sat curled up on the couch, the kitten sprawled between you like it owned the place. jj’s head rested against yours, his voice low.

“you know, if we keep finding strays like this, i’m gonna have to start charging rent.”

you nudged him, smiling into his shoulder.

“you’d still feed them all anyway.”

“yeah,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “guess i would.”

and somewhere between the purring and the sound of the snow falling outside, you realized you’d never seen him look so content — like maybe, in that small warm room with you and the kitten, jj maybank had finally found a home.

divider: @anitalerina