Stiles Stilinskiâs Adventures in Fitness by theyarenotfree
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 7147
âThis is Derek,â Isaac says, looking like an evil villain, âHeâll make sure you donât sit on a bike machine for an hour eating Twizzlers.â
âYouâre shaped like a Twizzler,â is the only response Stiles can form in his haste to follow Derek. The guy is literally stalking away, like who does that? The view from the back is just as amazing as the front, though, what the fuck.
Stiles has a gym membership now, and his new personal trainer sure knows how to get his heart rate up.
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Is there more sterek fics like personal trainer and/or workout fics? ;)
Hey :)
Here are a few gym!fics. There are more personal trainer fics here
Motivation by  the_ragnarok | 2.5K
Stiles gets a workout.
A Lot of Red Leather and a Lot of Smoke by  howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf) | 15.2K
Derek Hale and Oliver Queen are best friends who work out together once a week at HAO Gym. Stiles Stilinski works the front desk and is convinced theyâre together which sucks because he is totally attracted to Derek. Felicity Smoak comes crashing into Stilesâ life and the two instantly become BFFs and bond over their attraction to billionaires who are out of their league.
Stiles recreates models' Instagram photos with his baby. At a fashion show one day, he runs into the model who's pictures he uses most often (and most ironically). Somehow they work through the animosity and find a family.
Based on the Instagram @babyandthebody (which I do not own or have anything to do with, but it's super cute and you should take a peak if you like hot guys and/or babies, whether you read this fic or not)
Stiles has a bad habit of falling for unattainable higher beings that would never so much as look at a mere mortal like him. The latest focus of his unrequited affection is his personal trainer, Derek Hale, who is a Greek God come to life.
Hi do you happen to know more personal trainer fics of sterek? đ
Hey :) Here are a few more plus derek in yoga pants :p
This can only end badly by  WeirdV | 52.6K
Stiles Stilinski has never been popular in school. But thatâs okay. Heâs okay with it, more than okay, actually.
Stiles Stilinski has no game, itâs almost like the school motto. And it used to get to him, but not anymore. Because now he has a boyfriend â people didnât even know he was bi â and everything was okay.
Baby Yoga For Beginners by  otatop |  7.6K
He started the ridiculous class because his best friend harassed him. He stayed because of the teacher.
To Fill a Home by  cloudsarefluffy | 5.3K
Stiles could care less what they say, he was truly happy with how his life was going. He was mated to a possessive, providing alpha named Derek Hale, now heavily pregnant with his first pup, and studying hard to get his degree to become a professional stay-at-home dad.
What was so wrong with that?
Hereâs The Scoop by  illea | 5.2K
The one in which Derek is charged with looking after the daughter of Lauraâs new co-worker.
Downward Facing Dog by  Hatteress | 1.1K
Derek fails at yoga. Stiles fails at not falling to his knees at the sight of Derek in yoga pants.
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So i'm kind of in a situation where i have a crush to this guy (he kind of looks like derek and build like him) in the gym and i was wondering if you know some great fics of sterek in gym (they inspire me sometimes is it weird? hahah) or maybe a fic rec? đ
Hey Nonny :) Â Also, hey to the other nonny that had a similiar request :)
Yes!! sterek gym fics are hot and hilarious :p  and good luck with your derek!
Wheatgrass and Froot Loops by  WhoNatural  | 6.8K
âYouâre falling for him,â she says, and itâs not a question. Stiles looks up, blinks, and shakes his head.
âNo,â he lies. âWe work out, have really intense sex, and then eat cereal marketed for children. We have a system, okay? Why upset the arrangement?â
Short Shorts, Treadmills and HGG ( An epic Tale of Love) by ChildOfTheRevolution | 5.6K
Nope, Stiles went to the gym for one reason and one reason only. And that reason was currently doing squats right in Stilesâ line of vision as attempted to run on the treadmill. His name was, unofficially, âhot gym guyâ or HGG for short because Stiles liked a good acronym and much as the next guy.
A story of Stiles and Derek, short shorts, and treadmill related injuries.
Drawn That Way by  ChloeWeird | 52.1K
Derek is settling in (badly) at his new job at a gym in New York City. The job is fine, his co-workers seem alright, and his apartment is great, if a little lonely. The only problem: The infuriating guy who keeps sneaking into the gym to use the showers.
Breaking Bad Habits by  Inell | 3.7K
Stiles has a bad habit of falling for unattainable higher beings that would never so much as look at a mere mortal like him. The latest focus of his unrequited affection is his personal trainer, Derek Hale, who is a Greek God come to life.
how to train your stiles by bleep0bleep | ficlet
Such a Sweet Sensation by  BarlowGirl | 4.9K
The One Where Derek and Stiles Are Unwilling Gym Buddies.
Around the Bend by  lupinus, uraneia | 14.8K
Derek canât stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his familyâs gym. Stiles thinks Derekâs a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.
Out of His League by  violentcrumbles | 11K
Derekâs going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesnât kill him first. Or vice versa.
In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.
Niamh wanted personal trainer Derek and movie star Stiles, and I couldn't really resist. [x]
"You seriously have to be kidding me, it's not rocket science." Derek rolls his eyes, watching his newest client, Hollywood's latest it-boy and romcom darling, Stiles Stilinski, flop helplessly in the midst of his attempted squat. He sprawls out on the floor, big Bambi eyes blinking up innocently at Derek. What an idiot, Derek can't believe this is his life; if Laura hadn't convinced him to take this job ("Imagine all the great press it would get for the gym, Derek!") he would have never taken on the actor as a client. Derek loathes Hollywood types to the core; spoiled, arrogant toerags, all of them.Â
Somehow Stiles is none of these things; he's actually kind of funny, and down-to-earth, with a sharp, biting sarcasm that's refreshing. And Derek reluctantly agrees that he definitely deserves that MTV Teen Choice Award for "Best Eyes." He's not sure about "Best Kiss," though, because Derek isn't going to admit to anyone that he sat through and watched all of Stiles' cheesy romantic comedy movies, nor that he was actually moved to near-tears in his last performance. And Derek definitely wasn't jealous of any of the girls or guys Stiles made out with in his movies. (He does look like an amazing kisser, though).Â
What Stiles actually is, is kind of useless at most exercises. And boxing. And judo. Swimming. Alright in weight training. He fails spectacularly at most all else, whatever reason, making his goal-- to bulk up for his first action hero role-- incredibly difficult for Derek.Â
"I may need you to demonstrate it again," Stiles says, looking up from under his lashes at Derek.Â
"Fine," Derek grunts out, flexing a little and then easily falls into a perfect squat. He can feel his glutes tighten up as he stretches out all those muscles, and holds the position for a good thirty seconds.Â
Stiles watches him, and Derek can feel his eyes trained onto his back (surely he's got it by now, Derek's demonstrated this like three times already this morning.)Â
"I dunno, I just feel like I'm gonna hit the floor," Stiles mumbles, biting his lip nervously.Â
Derek sighs. "Look, I'll be right here in case you hurt yourself, which normally with other clients I'd be amazed if that happened with a squat, but with you, who knows."Â
Stiles laughs, and Derek gets right behind him, hands positioned on the sides of his torso, not quite touching him. "You ready?"Â
Stiles extends his arms out, wavering slightly as he moves his hips downward, legs spread apart, ass lowering-- oh god, it's a nice ass too, supple and moving right in front of Derek's crotch--
"Oh, fuck!" Stiles loses balance and tumbles into a fall, taking Derek down with him. "I am so sorry," he says breathlessly, getting up quickly, but not before Derek has firmly imprinted in his mind what it's like to have Stiles Stilinski's firm ass grind into his junk.Â
"It's fine, how about we move to weights?" Derek grits out.
Here at least, Stiles does relatively well, all it takes is Derek to yell constant encouragement at him. There's a fine sheen of sweat on Stiles' forehead, his plump pink lips parting in exertion as he struggles to complete another set.Â
"Almost there, just give me a little more," Derek cajoles. "One more inch and you've got it."
"Yeah," Stiles breathes out, pushing the bar higher.Â
"You're almost there, come on, Stiles, give it to me," Derek says. "Harder, you've got to go harder!"Â
The pink flush on Stiles' cheeks intensify to a hearty red, and Derek would be lying if he wasn't picturing Stiles like this-- doing something else. It doesn't help that everything coming out of his mouth sounds incredibly filthy out of context.Â
Stiles finishes the set and takes the Gatorade Derek offers him, panting as he punches Derek in the shoulder playfully.Â
"That's it for the day, right?" he asks, and for some reason he sounds a little sad, like Derek hasn't been working him over for the past two hours.
"You can't just stop cold like that, let's do some cool-down stretches, otherwise you'll be sore all over tomorrow," Derek advises, walking Stiles over to the mats.Â
Stiles mutters something under his breath, and Derek can't quite catch it, but it sounds something like "I wish."Â
Derek isn't really sure, though. It could be anything. Anyways, why would Stiles want to be sore?Â
Five minutes into stretches, Stiles' phone rings with the jangly chorus of "Maneater."Â
"Sorry, it's my agent, she gets really pissed if I don't--" Stiles says, waving apologetically.Â
"It's fine," Derek says.Â
Stiles picks up the phone, and Derek can hear the tinny voice of a woman through the speaker. "Stiles, we are eight weeks away from shooting, please tell me you have put on all the necessary weight," she says, voice echoing shrilly across the room.
"Sorry, Lydia, um, we're still working on it?" Stiles rubs his head sheepishly.Â
"Stiles, please tell me you are not still pretending to suck at exercise so you can continue to get off on your hot trainer yelling at you."Â
Stiles blushes furiously now, pointedly looking away from Derek. "Um-- Lydia, I gotta go--" and he hangs up the phone quickly.Â
"Sorry about that," Stiles says to Derek, who is frozen where he stands. "I am really sorry--"Â
"I can't believe you were purposefully being terrible at everything!" Derek says finally, when his words finally come back to him. "Do you know how difficult this was? Weeks and weeks of--"Â
He stalks over to Stiles, frustration that he didn't know he was holding onto radiating from his body.Â
"Derek, look, I won't hold back now-- wait, what-- mmph!"Â
Derek grabs Stiles by the front of his shirt, pressing him to the wall and then seals his lips over his in a quick, furious kiss. It's messy and hot, and after a second Stiles just melts right into it, moaning and slipping his tongue into Derek's mouth.Â
Derek is a little lightheaded when he pulls back for air.Â
"Whoa," Stiles says, eyes gleaming bright. He runs his tongue over his lips, as if trying to recapture the taste of Derek.Â
"Yeah," Derek agrees, smiling at him. "So, would you like to be sore all over tomorrow?"Â
