⚽️Footballer Imagines ⚽️

Ben Chilwell

2. Working out with him

Lockdown was a massive pain for you. You couldn't do anything. And the masks. Ughhh, you hated them. But they kept you safe, so what could you do.

Leicester FC had given their players individual training programs to be on, which suited their position and style of play. I mean, there would be no point in giving a defender a striker's program.

Ben was currently doing the strict program, now running on the treadmill as he constantly increased the speed. You don't know how he did it. If you did it, you probably treat yourself with a sweet snack after.

You kept peeping in through the door, blushing if you caught a glimpse of his abs. Yeah yeah, you two were used to seeing eachother without a top on (of course you wore a bra) but the two of you still blushed if you saw the other.

Ben eventually caught you looking after you went to look for about the tenth time in the hour.

"Like what ya see?" He smirked as you came in, "What have you been doing?"

"Nothing much. Training must be so hard."

He laughed, "Yeah it is. Hey, I have an idea. You're bored senseless, so join me."

"Join you?" You scoffed, "I wouldn't last for a second."

He gave you puppy dog eyes and you finally gave in, leaving to get changed then came back to do the workout with him.

"Only for you."

The two of you did exercise after exercise. Planks, sit ups, push ups, treadmills, weights...you name the lot.

You huffed, collapsing on the floor as Ben told you it was over. He had to admit, he was tired too, and he pushed himself a little more so he could impress you.

"I a-am....dead," you breathed out as he laid beside you.

"R-really?" He asked.

"I'm a fatty. Not big on w-workouts."

He laughed, "You're hardly a fatty. Now come on, give me a smooch."

You giggled, giving him a sloppy kiss.

He pouted, "Excuse me? That wasn't proper."

You laughed, "Let me breathe."