Imagines ✧ OGOC & Magcon | DISCONTINUED

D.L - Gym Buddy

• Hey love, guess who this is 😂 could you do an imagine where you're working out with Derek followed by a steamy shower?? Love you boo 😘😂👍

--Y/N's POV--

Having a gym buddy is good, having a boyfriend is good, having your boyfriend as your gym buddy is also good. Except for when he pushes you too hard.

"Come on baby, ten more." Derek encourages, standing watching me in the empty gym room.

Derek and I normally hire out a private gym, because he knows how I'm put off by working out with people around me, it's intimidating. "I can't." I manage to puff out, holding myself up in a push-up position.

"You can, Y/N," he continues, slapping his hands together. "There's no such thing as can't."

"There will be when you can't feel your fucking dick because it'll be in the closest river if you don't shut up." I grit my teeth, pushing myself for one more push-up.

"Aye," he chuckles, joining me in my push-ups by my side. "Come on, I'll do 'em with you...and then we're all done."

Slowly yet surely, we both get the ten push-ups done. "I don't remember hiring you as my personal trainer." I pant, laying on the floor after a tiring workout.

He laughs and stands above me, his feet either side of my hips. "Just because I'm better than you," he smirks, bending over with his arms outstretched for me. "You look hot all sweaty, baby girl." He comments, pulling me up to my feet.

Though I fall back down to a crouched position, my legs already aching. "That's leg day done." I joke, falling back on the floor again.

"You're so lazy." Derek groans, bending over to pick me up bridal style this time.

I snap my fingers in his face sassily. "I just worked out for two hours straight, how does that make me lazy." I retort, raising my sweaty eyebrow at him.

"Okay, touché," he laughs, managing to grab our shared gym bag which only contains two towels to wipe ourselves clean of sweat, a few water bottles and some protein shakes - which taste like shit.

"A nice hot shower will relax you." he smirks, lowering me just a little bit to grab the door handle and pull the door open to leave the building since his hands are literally full.

"Will you be participating in this nice hot, steamy, shower?" I question, a look of mischief on my sweat layered face.

He looks down at me with a grin on his lips. "Hell yes," he laughs, again lowering me to open the car door before he settles me in the seat like a parent would do their child.

"Damn I can't wait to get home." He laughs, closing the door before throwing the bag in the back and walking around to the driver's side.

"I need food first though," I groan, clicking my seatbelt into place. "A McDonalds preferably."

"Y/N you just worked out, and now you want an unhealthy lunch? No, no way." He shakes his head, starting the car.

I whine, throwing my head back onto the headrest. "Please," I drawl. "I'll have rabit food for dinner but please let me have a nice lunch at least."

"No means no Y/N," he laughs, looking over at me. I put on my best grumpiest face and cross my arms, sulking like a child. "Sulk all you want, you ain't wasting two hours of my time."

* * *

We arrive home and whilst I laze on the couch watching American Horror Story, Derek makes us both some chicken salad. "See, nice food." He announces, handing me a bowl of green stuff before sitting down next to me.

I frown at him as we eat, making sure to annoy him by tapping my foot repeatedly; he hates repetitive noises.

After cleaning and teaming together to clean the kitchen, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder to carry me upstairs to our bathroom. "I don't think I can go even one round, my legs are already like jello." I laugh, sitting on the counter to watch him undress whilst the water heats up.

"Fine," he pouts, walking over to stand between my legs when fully unclothed. "Netflix without the chill for today?" He chuckles, making a start to undress me.

"Only if I pick the movies," I negotiate, lifting my arms up for him to pull my t-shirt off. "And I can have some chocolate."

He rolls his eyes, dismissing my clothes to the side before helping me off of the counter and into the shower. Under the hot water, he holds me close and kisses my wet skin every now and then. We wash eachother and clean eachother off before stepping out and drying eachother off. "Downstairs or in bed?" Derek asks, walking out of the walk in wardrobe with his sweats hung low on his hips and his toned chest bare.

"Downstairs, it's only 4pm." I shrug, tying my wet hair into a French braid. I dress into pyjama shorts and a random one of Derek's t-shirts to then follow him downstairs to get comfortable on the couch.

Derek passes me a small-ish chocolate bar, lifts my legs up and lays them over his lap as I pick a movie for us to watch. "I love you baby, to the moon and back." He suddenly says, massaging my legs softly.

My lips turn up into a goofy smile. "I love you too, Derek, to Pluto and back."

He rolls his eyes and laughs.