JJ Maybank X Y/N Imagines

🤍 awkward 🤍

right now i was getting dressed to go hangout on the boat with the pogues.

i was contemplating putting on a two piece or a one piece to hide my bruises from some....fun stuff with jj.

"hey, you ready?" jj comes in as he roughly drys his wet head with a towel.

"should i wear a one piece," i say holding up the blue one piece, "or the two piece?" i finish as i hold up the pink two piece.

"hmm, two piece." he pretends to think.

"you sure? they might question these," i say as i point to the blue bruises right above my underwear line.

"nah its fine," he shrugs it off.

**

once the hms pogue showed up behind my house, me and jj both got on the boat.

we all were just sitting and laughing, and i even got to read a little bit.

"um, y/n?" kie sits up with a worried face, "whats that? are you okay!?" she hops up and points to my bruises.

"um," i look over at jj whos looking at me wide eyed.

"um its...nothing," i say awkwardly. "is everything okay at home?" john b asks.

"yeah, if you need to talk we're here." pope says. kie pulls me in for a hug as i try not to cringe.

"no guys. its just from...stuff." i point to jj. "jjs hurting you?!" kiara jumps up from her seat, along with pope.

"what? no!" jj and i say in unison.

"then what is it!" kie said with annoyance.

"its from...you know." i nod my head towards jj as john bs nose scrunches up in disgust.

"ew!" kie screams as she walks back over to her seat. "i tried to tell you!" i laugh.

"what are you guys doing that leaves bruises.." pope says concerned.

"you dont wanna know," i smirk as jj comes over to me and holds my thigh.

god that was awkward.