Joe Sugg Imagines

Insecure

You have always been insecure about your thighs and butt. You always thought that they were too big, and it was always a challenge when shopping for jeans or pants. You never had a thigh gap, and envied those who did.

Your boyfriend, Joe, knew that you didn't like them, and would tell you constantly that you were beautiful and that he loved your thighs and butt. You always gave him a smile, but you never believed that you were beautiful.

One day, you were having a really bad day, mentally. You weren't depressed, per say. You did, however, just feel down and blue. You put on some leggings and a t-shirt. You had no motivation to do anything, so you dressed for a lazy day.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun, and walked out of yours and Joe's shared bedroom and headed downstairs. You stopped at the bottom of the stairs when you heard Joe and someone else talking in the living room.

"Mate, these pictures are great and all, but have you ever noticed how big Y/N's thighs are?" The voice that you recognized to be Jack Maynard's echoed in the living room. 

You stopped in your tracks. Tears began to well in your eyes. You kept listening, hoping that Joe would say something to deter the conversation.

"Oi, mate. Trust me, I know. And her ass, huge!" Joe replied. You could hear them both chuckling at the statement.

You couldn't take it anymore. You ran back up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. You slammed the door and ran to the bed. You crawled under the covers and cried your eyes out.

How could Joe say that, knowing how much I hate my thighs and butt? How could he let Jack say things like that, too? Am I just some piece of meat to them?

These thoughts kept running through your mind, as the tears kept falling. After a couple minutes, you heard a faint knock on the door. You didn't say anything. You didn't want to talk to him.

Joe cracked the door slightly. "Babe?" Joe whispered.

You stayed still, tears still streaming down your face.

Joe walked in, and closed the door silently behind him. You could hear his footsteps heading towards the bed. You felt the other side of the bed dip down, and felt a gentle touch on your face.

You squirmed out of Joe's touch, and moved away from him. You could hear Joe sigh. He pulled his hand back to him.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you mad at me?" You could hear the innocence in his voice, and it almost made you want to pull him into a hug. But then you remembered what was said, and went back to being upset.

After a few seconds of no response from you, Joe continued, "Babe. Please. Tell me what's up."

You gave a quick sigh, and sat up to face him. His eyes widened when he saw your eyes bloodshot, and the tear stains on your cheeks. He reached over to you and said, "Oh my God, Y/N, why are you crying? What happened?"

You brushed his hands off again, and gave him a stern look. "You ever noticed how big Y/N's thighs are?" you said, mocking Jack's voice, then Joe's, "Oi, mate. Trust me, I know. And her ass, huge." You rolled your eyes and turned away from Joe.

Joe hung his head in shame, realizing that you overheard his and Jack's conversation.

"Y/N..." he started.

"No Joseph." You interrupted him. "You know how much I hate my thighs and butt. You know how they make me feel. You and Jack made it seem like I was just a piece of meat. Like nothing about me mattered but the two sole things that I hate most. Do you understand how that makes me feel?" You were screaming at this point. The tears were threatening to fall from your eyes again.

Joe let out a small sigh, and looked up at you with his sad eyes. "Y/N, I am so sorry. I guess I just got caught up in looking at how beautiful you were in that dress from the party last week, that I didn't even think about you possibly overhearing. Plus, I got caught up in boasting about how I got the most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend."

You rolled your eyes. You knew he was telling the truth, but you were still annoyed and self-conscious.

Joe then let out a smirk, knowing what he had to do to make you feel better and forgive him. He got up and locked the door, and walked back over to stand in front of you by the bed. 

You were eyeing him the whole time, confused. You had no idea what he was planning.

He looked down at you, with a slight smirk on his face. He grabbed you by your thighs, and leaned in close to your face. You felt his breath tickling your cheek. "I'm about to show you just how beautiful you really are."

You felt a hitch in your breath, as you tried to remind him of his company. "What about Jack?"

"He can wait. I need to show my girl how much I love her and admire her."

He hands ran up and down your legs, and his lips left small kisses on your neck. You moaned at his touch, and wrapped your hands around his neck, forgetting how mad at him you were just a minute ago.

His lips left your neck and attached to your lips. His hands wandered to your bum, and he squeezed it, making you let out a small squeal. He smiled in the kisses, and continued to deepen your kiss.

The two of you spent a good twenty minutes doing what needed to be done, until you heard a knock on the door. The two of you separated, wide-eyed because you forgot about Jack being there.

"Mate, you and Y/N alright?" you heard muffled through the door.

The two of you let out a chuckle, and Joe gave you a peck on the nose, and got up, threw his clothes back on, and headed out to reassure Jack everything was fine, and they could head back downstairs. On his way out, Joe gave you a cheeky wink, letting you know things were far from over.

You grinned, knowing that Joe loved you for who you are, and maybe it was time that you started loving yourself. I mean, if you can have someone who is so in love with you for your flaws, why shouldn't you love them, too?

You got dressed, and headed downstairs to join Joe and Jack. You couldn't wait until Jack left so you and Joe could finish what you had started.