#he tries to look spiffy despite the miserable situation he’s in

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Greg the Ory (he smells like 1920s perfume and oil)

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Slipping In (JJ x Fem!Reader) PT.3

A/N: you guys seem to really like this so here’s part 3 :) This is the final part!!!

Pairing: JJ x Fem!Reader

Summary: When running away from Rafe and the rest of the Kooks during Midsummers, JJ and you end up in a tight situation. 

PART 1 | PART 2

SLIPPING IN PT. 3

Running in heels hurts. A lot. 

And it most definitely was not something you were used to doing. On any other normal day, your feet would either be clad in vans, converse, or flip flops. Or maybe not even wearing something. But today was most definitely not a normal day during which you were wearing your normal clothes. 

And this did not mean, as a consequence, that this day was spectacular. Quite on the contrary, this day had been tense, and right now, the one plan you had made throughout the day was failing miserably. 

And so, yes, the inclination of the heels that you stole from your mom felt like knives being plunged into the soles of your feet, but this pain was in no way making you slow down. 

The speed you had gained up to that moment was mainly thanks to the blond that was holding on to your hand. The same hand that had tingles traveling up and down its length. The same hand that was sweating profusely not only due to the fact that you were being chased but also because of the boy that was holding it. 

The weirdest thing of this whole day was what was happening right at that precise moment, no. Being chased by a group of frat-boy-Kooks was, for sure, not the weirdest thing that had happened. Instead, it was the weird tingling feelings you received every single time JJ had touched you today.

Or made a comment about your nice appearance. 

Or simply just looked at you. 

And the weirdest part of it all was realizing that those feelings had probably been buried down in your deep mind for longer than you would care to admit. The truth was, if you were being honest, that JJ had been the king of your heart ever since he had punched Topper back in the eighth grade after he had called you a “dirty, good-for-nothing, slut.” He had smacked him once, breaking his nose, before grabbing your hand and pulling you along towards the swing set where John B had been sitting with Pope and Kiara during your lunch break. All the way towards the swing set he had assured you that what Topper had said was not true. And you believed him.

Ever since then you had been a little fonder towards JJ than the rest of the Pogues, even though they were all supposed to be your best friends. 

However, you thought you had halted all of those feelings two weeks later when Kiara had established the infamous “no Pouge on Pogue macking” rule. Any possible thought of JJ had been banished from your mind. 

Unconsciously, however, JJ still was there. In the depth of your dreams, and behind every movement you did to catch his attention. Behind every time you hooked up with another guy because you had seen him hooking up with a Touron. 

Sure, you made excuses for yourself. “I just want to be near him because he’s my best friend,” or Kiara’s personal favorite, “if he’s hooking up with someone then so can I.”

It wasn't until today, and after having been overly worried about his dad beating him, that you realized that you truly cared for him in a more-than-friendly way. 

This made your heart race just as fast as you heeled feet. 

JJ’s hand was pulling you forward, between people in dresses that cost more than both of your futures combined, between tables and chairs. JJ knocked some stuff down behind you in an attempt to keep the Kooks up behind you. 

This, just as everything else that you had planned, did not work. 

JJ continued to drag you along the hallway of the country club until you had made it to the men’s changing room. 

Shrieking you covered your eyes, trying to avoid seeing any old man’s... intimate body parts. JJ, in contrast, stampeded into the bathroom with you in tow, pounding on the stall doors. 

Finally one unlocked. 

The blond pushed you in and followed into your step, only to turn around and lock the door. Knowing the drill on hiding from people (learned by you both trying to hide from your parents when you were at home), you covered your mouths and tried to quieten your breathing. 

You avoided JJ’s eyes and looked around, trying to distract yourself from the current situation. What surprised you was that the stall was extremely small, especially for a country club that received millions of dollars in donations every single month. If you tried to take a step forwards you would crash with JJ. One step to the left would make your fall onto the door, and a step to the right would make you bump into the toilet. You couldn’t even take a step back, as the toilet paper holder was already poking at your lower thighs.

“Pretty tight, huh?” JJ said to distract you. You stared at him with a stony face. 

“Now is not the time to get flirty, JJ,” you whispered back despite the butterflies taking off in your intestines. 

JJ tried to repress his laughter. Suddenly he fell quiet as he heard the steps of your tormentors enter the changing room. You could hear them panting. 

“They’re not here,” you heard Kelce say, probably reporting back to Rafe. 

You snapped your eyes towards JJ and covered your mouth once again. 

“They have to be. We saw them run right in,” your suspicions were confirmed when you heard Rafe voice out his thoughts. 

“You reckon we should check the stalls?” another Kook asked. Your eyes widened and you turned towards JJ, whose gears were already turning in his mind. 

JJ was concentrated on how to get both of you out of there. He looked up towards the wall behind the toilet and noticed a small window. It was just enough to escape. Standing up on the toilet he tried to pry it open. 

Meanwhile, Rafe and his goons were already knocking on the bathroom doors. You were counting how many series of knocks you heard that was being let out by their knuckles tapping the stall doors.

“Sorry, Mr. Dunleavy,” you heard one of them speak as he knocked on the third stall. 

You had fifteen seconds at most to escape. There were seven stalls and you and JJ found yourselves in the last one. They had already knocked on three of the other stall doors. 

“C’mon, c’mon,” JJ whispered as he tried to open the window. No matter how much strength he put in his movements, it just wouldn’t budge. He began to grunt, and you turned around towards him to hit him on the back. JJ understood this meant he had to be quiet. 

“You think someone is making out in there?” Kelce laughed, probably pointing towards one of the stall doors. The rest of the Kooks all laughed boisterously. 

“If they were I would most definitely not want to walk in on them.”

With this, an idea came into your head. You looked towards your best friends who was still struggling with the window and quickly decided that it was easier to make the Kooks leave than actually escaping them. 

You tugged at the back of his waiter’s jacket, trying to gain his attention. He turned towards you with a questioning look before turning away once again. Sighing you tugged at his jacket again. 

Once you realized that he was not moving you let out a soft, “Pssst.”

JJ turned to you, now fully facing you. With your head, you signaled him to come down from where he was standing. He obeyed but had doubt in his eyes. You heard the fifth series of knocks, and just thought, Fuck it, this might be the only way out.

With that, you placed your lips on top of JJ’s. 

He, to say the least, was surprised. You had always respected the Pogue’s rules so much that he had never thought it possible for you to kiss anyone of them, not even as a drunken mistake. But he stood corrected as he hungrily kissed you back. 

You kissed different than he had imagined. Although he would never admit that he had thought about it, he had imagined you to be extremely soft and shy, not fierce, and straightforward as you were now.

JJ also kissed differently than how you had thought he would. Leaning in you imagined someone that was extremely dominant. To your surprise, you found yourself with someone who balanced the dominance between the both of you. If he had most of the control, he would pass it on to you, but as soon as you had a little too much of it, he would claim it back.

JJ’s lips were also different than what you had thought they would be. You imagined rough and chapped lips. You were surprised to find that they were soft, except for the part where his father had managed to bust it open.

Your hands were around JJ's neck and through his hair as soon as your lips had touched yours, but his hand had not wrapped around your body until a couple of seconds later when he had recovered from his original shock of having kissed you. 

You felt your head go dizzy at his amazing kissing skills. You knew JJ was experienced, but you had never kissed someone that kissed as good as JJ and made you want to moan like JJ. 

JJ swiped his tongue across your lips and you happily opened your mouth further to deepen whatever the hell was going on. You felt tingles course through your body right down to your pelvis, and you imagined what his fingers would feel like if they did a little something more than just touch your skin. 

To him, you tasted of sweetness that had no logical explanation. All he could ever muster up to describe your taste would be the word sweet. Instead, he tasted of mint and weed and sea salt, and as you filled your nostrils, you swore you could also smell the same things you were tasting. 

JJ’s hands traveled down you back until they reached your waist. You still had not broken the kiss, and your lips stayed connected even as one of his sneaky hands dipped further under your dress to grab onto your butt. 

You softly gasped, inhaling for the first time since you kissed him. You heard motion outside of the stall but ignored it. However, JJ clearly heard Rafe say, “Yo, someone really is making out in here.”

As the spiffy boys outside of the stall laughed JJ understood what you were trying to do. It was a good plan, he had to admit, but his heart dropped a little knowing that this kiss was probably a show to make the Kooks turn away. 

This didn’t keep the blond from making out with you. His right hand squeezed the skin under your dress as his other hand cupped your face.

Your fingers were messing up his hair, pulling it softly making JJ moan into your mouth. You moved one of his hands towards his chest and felt his heart beating. Is my heart beating just as fast?, you wondered as you moved your fingers even lower. There you felt the strong muscles that covered his stomach, as he clenched them at the sudden contact. 

Slowly, JJ became more aggressive with the kissing and his actions. He reached up towards the hair of your scalp and pulled after pulling away from you. This tilted your head back, giving him the perfect access to kiss your neck. 

“JJ...” you moaned as the began to work on a hickey, right under your jaw. Your moaning only made JJ work harder on the hickey, pressing his tongue against your hot skin and sucking the spot.

“Holy shit,” Kelce exclaimed. “They’re in here. I just heard Y/N say that Pogue’s name!”

You gasped as you pushed JJ away and stared at him with startled eyes. “Fuck.”

The door was suddenly burst open. In surprise, you jumped towards JJ you caught you and held you tightly against his chest. In the open doorway stood the Kooks, lead by Rafe.

The blond nineteen-year-old grabbed your arms and pulled you out of the stall with such force that you almost feel onto your knees. Rafe turned you around and pressed your back against his chest, giving you the full view of JJ being held in a headlock by Kelce. The rest of Rafe’s goons were rolling u their sleeves, ready to begin punching your best friend. 

“You, dirty Pogue, are going to watch your poor friend as we beat him up,” whispered Rafe into your ear. A shiver traveled down your spine - and not the good kind of shiver. You fought against his arms to escape their restraint but you couldn’t. 

On the other hand, JJ was being held down by all of the other four Kooks. He was angry at Rafe for grabbing onto you and whispering into your ears. He was also angry at Rafe for ruining the best make-out session he had ever had. But mostly he was angry because he was touching you.

JJ stared in disgust as the boy’s hand traveled up and down your sides as you struggled against him. 

Suddenly Rafe tugged at you and managed to grab your arms. He pinned them behind you and used his other hand to make you watch JJ.

“Hmm, how to torture you both...” Rafe thought. JJ continued to fight against all of the boys that were holding him down, but he couldn’t break free.

“Get the fuck off of her!” he yelled.

“Oh. no can do, dirty Pogue. You see, she rejected me, and now she has to pay. And you have to watch.”

This made you freeze up in fear. You really did not want Rafe touching you at all, and now he seemed to be threatening to do so in a sexual manner. 

“Please, don’t,” you began to beg. 

Rafe sighed in what seemed to be happiness. “Don’t you love it when a girl begs?”

“Don’t fucking touch her! I’m going to kill you, you bastard!”

You felt a tear roll down your cheek as Rafe’s hand torturously moved down your thighs until he reached the hem of your dress. Once again you tried to move, but couldn’t do so. 

“Please...” you sobbed out. 

The rest of the Kooks were in shock. What is Rafe doing?, they thought. 

“Yo, man. Stop,” they tried to reason with him. “Let’s just beat him up and go.”

However, Rafe was not listening as you felt his fingers slip under your dress. You were now fully crying. 

“Get your fucking hands off of her! I swear to God -”

.Suddenly the lights above began to flash. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. 

Rafe’s hand slipped out from under your dress as he shoved you forward and away from him. At the same time, the other four Kooks let go of JJ, who came stumbling forward. You crashed onto the blond boy, who instantly wrapped his arms around you and held you close. 

“You’re okay. You’re safe,” he whispered into your ear. “He’s not touching you anymore. I’m here.”

“Gentlemen,” a booming voice said. You turned in JJ’s arms, making your back collide with his chest. The security guard from before stood in front of all of you. “And lady. Is there a problem?”

All of the boys quickly denied whatever had been happening before, but the guard caught sight of your tears. He knew something had been going on. 

“Pardon me, officer,” JJ began, trying to worm his way out of trouble. “No, there’s not an issue. I just -”

You cut JJ off before he continued. This was your escape. “Actually, yes. There is an issue.”

Seven pairs of eyes fell upon you as you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

You continued. “We’ve got a criminal trespass in progress here.”

JJ’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He had no clue what you were up to. 

You hastily pointed at yourself and JJ. “It’s us. We’re violating -”

“yes, we’re in violation of all kinds of shit, sir,” JJ interrupted, finally catching on. The Kooks scratched the back of their necks, not knowing what to do with themselves. “These young gentlemen caught us, sir, and they’re about to take us away.”

You nodded your head when the guard turned to look at you. 

“That’s what you should do,” you picked off from where JJ had stopped talking. “Escort us out of here.”

At this JJ put his hands out in front of you, as if motioning for the guard to put handcuffs on him. 

The guard took hold of JJ with one hand and grabbed you with the other. Turning back JJ said to Kelce, “You fix that tie son,” and then to Rafe, “You’re looking kind of spiffy too.”

You tried to restrain a soft giggle. You caught the guard rolling his eyes. 

“You Powerpuff girls have fun.”

Rafe had enough of JJ’s jokes and called out, “Yo, Y/N, you look pretty hot for a Pogue.”

You gasped as you saw JJ turn around and charge right back into the fight you had barely left unscathed. The guard let go of you and followed after JJ, pulling him out of another possible fight. You were right in the same spot he had left you due to shock. 

“You think I’m afraid of you, bro?” JJ said as the guard turned him around.

Once you were almost out the door of the changing rooms you heard one last final torment from Rafe: “Het, safe travels back to the Cut.” Both you and JJ ignored him.

“JJ, don’t do shit like that,” you told him as the guard continued to drag you out of Midsummers. Once out on the porch, the guard let you go. You sighed and shook your arm where his grip had been, trying to ease the tension in it. Turning towards the left you expected to see JJ, but did not. Looking down you saw JJ making a hassle out of the guard dragging him out of the party. You quickly followed after him.

“Rose!” you heard him call out once he was halfway down the grass, “You look like Lady Liberty.”

Trying to walk down the grass in heels was harder than you remembered. You tried to catch up to the blond Pogue but failed miserably. 

Suddenly you heard Kie call out, “Let go of him! You can’t just boot him!”

Sighing in relief you turned towards her. If you had done that, people would have recognized you as who you actually were and not as who the guard thought you were. Almost everybody knew you were from the wrong side of the island, and calling out over the music as Kie had done would for sure make people angry. 

“I invited him here,” she continued. “I am a member of this club!”

At once the guard let JJ go. Kie’s eyes found yours when you approached him, taking his hand into yours as you tried to continue pulling him out of the party. 

You were trying to make Kie understand the signals you were giving her through your eyes. Follow us, you tried to say. She just stared back confused. 

“Mandatory powerhouse at Rixon’s, Kie,” JJ said once he realized your method was clearly not working. He turned towards the grill Pope was working at. “Pope, you as well? Rixon’s Cove. Let's roll.”

Laughing at his antics you said, “All right, Kie, C’mon.”

This egged JJ on. Holding on of his hands above his head and using the other to grab onto his wrist, he exclaimed, “Workers of the world, unite! Throw off your chains!”

That said, JJ latched onto your hand and pulled him to the edge of the party where John B stood. 

“Woohoo!” he shouted when seeing both of you approach.  “Coronel,” JJ greeted while putting his hand up for salute. Giggling you did the same. 

“Captains.”

“Mission accomplished, sir,” you joked, laughing as you spoke. 

Turning around, you waited for the other Pogues. Your hand was still in JJ’s as Pope ran and hugged John B. Kie fell right between you and JJ. The three of you spun together. 

“Later, losers!” John B shouted. The laughs of the Pogues were heard all the way to the dance floor, and Sarah just smiles at John B and his friend’s antics.

You all raced down to the Pogue, where John B had already placed your’s and JJ’s backpacks from earlier. You took off your heels and threw them into the boat as all five of you pushed it back into the water.

Finally, you all jumped on as John B began to turn on the engine. 

He turned the boat around and the five of you speed into the night, leaving Midsummers behind. 

Only then did you realize JJ’s hand was still tightly gripping yours.