i want a sterek fic where Stiles and Derek are co-workers and are attracted to each other immediately and give into it almost immediately, but they HATE each other, but they keep fucking because they can’t get away from each other and the attraction is too much to ignore even if they are thinking scathing thoughts about the other while one or the other is pounding relentlessly inside the other. Like Stiles thinking “I fucking hate Derek Hale, I wish he would go away but at the same time come closer because FUCK that feels phenomenal” and Derek thinking “His drives me insane and I never want to see him again, whyyy do I have to work with this asshole but at the same time I want to see him ALL the time because he makes me feel incredible and what he does with his tongue makes my toes curl so hard they crack"
and so they have like hate sex for months, but then as time goes by they actually start to like each other and the sex becomes a little less rough sometimes, a little less biting and nails scratching and relentless, non-stop-until-they-come fucking.
and they totally meant the "I hate him” the first few months when their friends would ask about it, want to talk about it, but then it starts to be less and less true and feel so fake coming off their tongues, and they actually look at each other during sex now and their hearts beat faster just from looking at each other and not just when they have sex.
and they can’t keep their hands off each other, but it’s with a different kind of fervor than before, and they find themselves excited to see the other instead of dreading it (they never WANTED to see each other before, they always hated it, but their attraction for each other was why they couldn’t stay away, but now it’s MORE than just attraction) and Stiles finds himself laughing at Derek’s dry remarks instead of scoffing and glaring at him in response, and Derek finds himself smiling and melting inside when Stiles starts to rant about something, his hands flailing everywhere.
And then after close to a year of them being hate-sex (but not so much recently or for months and months, actually, not that they would admit it) buddies, one realizes that they totally have feelings for the other, what the fuck???
And then the other catches up on the “woah, wait, feelings are happening here” train and they’re awkward around each other but still can’t let go, even though they’re both thinking to themselves they should, because the other hates them (they obviously don’t think things could have changed for the other, and they don’t talk about it because they’re IDIOTS (in love))
And now the “of course i hate him! He just gives really good head still, like WOAH” line they feed their friends is totally, completely fake, and they nervously laugh off their friends accusations of ~feelings.
And they go on for a few more months pining for each other because they can’t use their words and ask the other how they feel and they think all the other wants from them is hot, mind blowing sex and nothing else.
And their trysts had long since moved from supply closets at the work place and the other’s offices to each other’s apartments, and they stay over sometimes (claiming they don’t want to drive that late at night, they’re so tired and they gotta get up early for work tomorrow) and then they start to do things outside of sex, but they never talk about it.
AND THEY TOTALLY FALL HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, AND A YEAR HAS PASSED SINCE THEY FIRST LAID EYES ON EACH OTHER, EYES FILLED WITH HATE AND LUST AT THE SAME TIME.
AND NOW THEY’RE JUST FILLED WITH LUST AND LOVE AND AFFECTION AND HAPPINESS WHEN THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER AND SO MUCH MORE AND THEY WON’T ADMIT TO BEING IN LOVE.
AND THEY WAFFLE AROUND EACH OTHER FOR A FEW MORE MONTHS, MAKING THE MOST OUT OF THEIR “TRYSTS BUT NOT REALLY JUST TRYSTS ANYMORE” AND THE SEX IS INTENSE AND PASSIONATE AND SOMETIMES SLOW, FILLED WITH TOUCHING THE OTHER’S FACE REVERENTLY AND LOOKING LONGINGLY INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES, AND THEY’RE TOTALLY MAKING LOVE BUT THEY WOULD NEVER ADMIT TO SUCH A HORRID THING AS MAKING LOVE, NO WAY ARE THEY DOING THAT
But the thing is…the thing is that they haven’t slept with anyone since each other, even when they hated each other and didn’t care for each other. Stiles had tried once when they first started out to sleep with someone else but just hadn’t felt any attraction when he kissed the person, and had ran out on that person like bat out of hell (and that time he’d just chalked it up to not being attracted to the person, not the fact that kissing someone other than Derek had made him feel kinda not good and wrong and just…gross)
And it’s been a year and a half, and their hands brush against each other when Stiles hands Derek over important papers and they feel it in their bones, and they can’t look away until someone clears their throat because they need to get by and Stiles and Derek were blocking the hallway while they stared longingly into each other’s eyes, what the fuck.
And one night Stiles goes over to Derek’s intending to sex him up good and proper, and he feels like doing the fucking tonight, and he says as much to Derek through a yawn, but as soon as he lays down on Derek’s bed, he falls asleep, and Derek gets in next to him and wraps a tentative arm around him and falls asleep spooning Stiles, and all they do is…sleep.
And it’s the best feeling in the world, Stiles thinks when he wakes up wrapped up in Derek’s arms.
And the thought scares him so much he flees, and Stiles starts to avoid Derek because he’s so in love with Derek that he’s thinking about moving in with him and their future wedding and forevers with Derek and it scares the shit out of him, and Derek is hurt, more hurt than he’s willing to admit when Stiles sees Derek coming down the hallway and turns around running from him.
And Derek gets drunk with his sisters and wallows to them, lamenting about how fucking in love with Stiles he is and he didn’t know what happened, he never said anything about feelings and Stiles is just….it hurts, what Stiles is doing.
And Cora is pissed, because Stiles has broken her brother’s heart, and she doesn’t give a shit if it was intentional or not.
And she goes to Stiles and Derek’s work and tracks down Stiles to rip him a new one, ranting about how Derek is so in love with Stiles and Stiles just abandoned him like a fucking asshole bitch baby and Stiles is stunned (and a little scared of Cora, he’s ngl) and shocked and Cora says, “Just, you had to know how gone Derek is on you and you just…stomped all over his heart. You’re pathetic, Stilinski. And my brother deserves better.”
And then she’s gone and Stiles is reeling and then he’s gasping, becuase her words sink in, Derek’s in love with him and Stiles thought it was just sex for Derek and he iS SUCH AN IDIOT, he got it all wrong, and maybe Derek wants that forever with him, too?
And Stiles is suddenly flailing out of his chair and running, running to Derek, because he’s wasted WEEKS wallowing in his own self pity and pining for Derek because he thought he couldn’t have him, not all of him like he wanted and he was SO WRONG.
And he runs into Derek’s office and just yells “I love you!”
And Derek is blinking up at him, shocked, letting out a strangled, “what?”
“I love you, Derek.” Stiles pants. “I’m fucking in love with you, okay? And I’ve been scared. Scared because all I could picture was a future with you. A forever. And I thought you couldn’t possibly want that with me, ever, so I avoided and hid from you like a coward because I was too scared to admit my feelings. I just didn’t want to get hurt, but then in the process I unknowingly hurt you and I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I love you and fuck, you get on my last nerve most of the time and you get under my skin and you drive me crazy and I want to strangle you sometimes but I love you. I am. in.love.with.you”
and Stiles is still panting, shaking in his nervousness, and Derek just gets up, walks around his desk and kisses Stiles big and hard and passionate and it sends tingles down their spines and it’s just right and perfect and Stiles wraps his arms around Derek and holds on for dear life.
And Derek pulls back to breathe, “I love you, too, Stiles,” against his lips and Stiles is sobbing happily and kissing Derek again and it’s like the ending to every romantic comedy in the history of ever.
Except they’re arguing five minutes later when Stiles wants to get it on right there in the office and Derek wants to go back to his place so it’s more private.
And they’re arguing again later that night over where they should eat, and they almost get into a screaming match.
And they’re probably going to argue for the rest of their lives, snarking and bantering at each other, but in the end, like with both arguments, they agree on something, and then they smile at each other, take each other’s hand and kiss, sometimes light and soft and sweet, sometimes long and harsh and hard, and it’s perfect, every time.
And they don’t live happily ever after, but they ultimately live happily, together, and that’s all that matters.