The two of you were out on the HMS Pogue with the rest of the guys and you were sitting there, your legs slightly spread as you eyed JJ, your core unintentionally starting to get slick. He was shirtless and laughing at something John B. had just said, his abs flexing as his chest shook. You looked away, knowing that you couldn't take it much longer or you might just snap, you watched as the reeds swayed in the wind and took a long sip of your beer, searching for any distraction from the growing heat between your legs. JJ looked over at you, an air of worry overtaking him as he saw your demeanor, slightly shaken, bouncing your leg up and down, even with the concern he couldn't help but admire as your thighs jiggled. He quickly realized that his worry was misplaced, his eyes fell upon your heat, a wet spot forming on your maroon swimsuit bottoms, and your lip trapped between your teeth as you looked anywhere but him. He smirked to himself as he stood up. Walking towards you and placing himself in the space next to you on the edge of the boat, his shoulder pressed to you.
"You okay, baby?" He hummed, rubbing his hand up your inner thigh.
"Yeah, totally," you said, still not meeting his gaze. His finger flicked out, gently running over your folds through your swimsuit. A moan caught in the back of your throat, you coughed instead, to avoid the attention of the other Pogues.
"JJ," you muttered in a warning tone as his finger kept softly grazing over your clothed core.
"Hmm," he grinned at you, proud of how he made you feel, "What made you feel like this, who made you this wet?" He just wanted to hear you say it, that he made you this much of a mess but you didn't want to give him that, not as he was taunting you in front of your friends.
"John B. I mean look at those abs," you hissed meeting his gaze. A fire lit behind JJ's eyes as the words sank in.
"Is that right?" He spoke, standing up from his seat next to you and going to the wheel of the boat.
"Guys, we gotta go home, Y/n isn't feeling well" the rest of the Pogues looked at you concerned but you just waved them off, knowing what JJ was up to.
"It's just heat exhaustion, nothing laying down in a cool room won't fix," you assured them. You were back at the Chateau within minutes, JJ gathering your stuff and walking it to your car.
"Bye guys," you called out to the Pogues, reaching for the driver's side door but JJ stopped you.
"Nope, you're not driving, even though you made up the heatstroke thing, you look a little flushed" he chided, cupping your pussy, you gasped at the sudden contact nodding as you made your way over to the passenger side. As soon as you sat down JJ's hand was on your thigh, massaging the flesh as he pulled out of the driveway and started back to your house, knowing your parents were at work and the house would be empty.
You sat in silence, too focused on the boy's hand on your thigh to come up with words, god did JJ make you flustered. His hand started making its way further up your thigh until he slid his fingers under the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms, tapping your clit causing you to jolt and let out a string of curses. You looked at him, his jaw clenched, eyes on the road, knowing all he wanted to do was look at you. He tapped your clit again, this time you arched your back out and closed your eyes.
