Sebastian Stan Imagines

- gross -

"Hey Baby, why don't we just skip the small talk and you let me take you back to my place." You hear a dude say from behind you.

You turn around and grimace when you notice a bunch of guys standing behind you like a pack of animals. "Gross." You say before turning around and grabbing your drink bottle and walking to another station in the gym.

You hop on the treadmill and place you're drink bottle in the cup holder before starting it at a slow jog.

Another cat call rings from behind you and you roll your eyes, realizing it was the same group of guys.

"Damn baby, look at that ass." He whistles lowly and you turn your head to glare at him before going back to jogging, knocking the speed up a few bumps.

In the lobby of the gym, Lance walks in and places his bags by yours before scanning the room in search for his girlfriend.

He smiles a little when he sees you jogging on the treadmill but his smile didn't last long as he noticed a few guys annoying you.

You're still jogging, trying to ignore the comments until you feel one slap your ass. Gasping, you turn off the treadmill and turn around to slap the guy.

And just as your hand makes contact with his cheek the guy is pulled back by the collar and slammed into his friends who all let out groans from the sudden collision.

You look to see a pissed Lance glaring at the group, fists and jaw clenched.

"What the fuck man." The guy says, brushing himself off.

"What do you mean 'what the fuck'? You touched my girl." Lance steps forward and the guys eyes widen the slightest bit before he takes a step back and away from Lance.

"We weren't." He lies and you roll your eyes.

"Bullshit. You smacked my ass." You stepped forward.

Another one of the guys step closer to you. "Oh you had it coming. You're basically asking for it." He goes to get in your face but Lance punches his jaw.

"You shut your mouth." Your boyfriend growls down at the man.

"Whats going on over here?" One of the gym workers come over to see the staredown. "Mr. Tucker, what seems to be the problem?"

Lance turns to him. "These fuckers put hands on my girl." He points to them, giving them a glare.

The worker looks over to you and back at Lance before nodding and moving to escort the men out. "You're no longer welcome here."

"What the fuck, who do you think you are?!" The guy yells, moving past the worker and towards Lance.

"I am Lance fucking Tucker. Gold medalist or have you not heard of me?" Your boyfriend smirks, crossing his arms.

The guy steps back rolling his eyes and goes to his friends who have all left the building.

Lance turns to you, grabbing your face softly. "Are you okay?"

With a nod, you lean up and kiss him. "That was hot." You whisper and Lance lets out a laugh, shaking his head.

His hands move from your face down to your hips and to your ass. "I really can't take you anywhere can I?" He gives your ass a squeeze and you laugh before pulling away.

"C'mon, lets go somewhere else. I'm not in the mood for the gym."

Lance gives you a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. "I know another great way to get a good workout in."

You open your mouth to remark but are found completely speechless and Lance laughs. "Oh shut up." You mumble before the two of you walk to get your bags.