Five Times Stiles finds himself kissing Derek + one he really wants to (Eng)

Kiss Me

So basically one day I just scrolled my Tumblr dash, and I saw a post, with a description of every sterek kiss per season.
My mind started to plot, and here we are.
I want to thank my beta alexenglish, (all the credits to your post) who wrote that post in the first place (I'll never stop thanking you for your inspiration and your help! Thank you sooo much!!!!!!)
The moments i describe are from episode 1x09, 2x02, 3x11, 3x24 and 4x12.
Enjoy, and... stay tuned!!! <3 <3 Sterek all the way <3

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The first time happens almost by accident, as though some strange alignment of the planets has an impact on Stiles Stilinski's hormones.

The truth is, everyone in town knew his disproportionate crush on his classmate Lydia Martin, the one she has handsomely ignored since "third - freakin - grade". Stiles was convinced - because of some "divine logic" - that was to be her - and only her - that would be his first kiss. Other assumptions weren't even to be taken into account.

He dreamed in detail about their lips colliding together, at least three times a month: the loud music of the senior prom; his white shirt, with the tie matching the color of her cutting edge dress; the perfectly painted lips of the girl with strawberry blonde hair, that would brush intensively with his own in the last prom of his high school career...

Instead, he finds himself with his back slammed against the door of his own room, whispering furious threats to a werewolf - an attractive one, for goodness sake, it can't be denied, with green, magnetic eyes - who snuck there without asking permission and immobilized him with a fist. The slightest press, close to his chest, to assert his supremacy.

Stiles doesn't know what clicked in his mind, in that moment.

He hates Derek: he messed up his life as a nerdy teenager, made it a living hell. Nowadays he feels threatened daily by some supernatural forces he can't even explain.

Stiles hates Derek because he fell into his seemingly quiet routine, insinuating himself even in the most private of thoughts he shared with his hand, once only Lydia's territory.

Stiles hates Derek, but he grabs the werewolf's dirty jersey with blood stains on it, dragging it against him with anger and contempt, and sealing, almost out of spite, their crashing lips, the ones can't stop staring at.

He wants to rip that shirt off, fury pumping into his veins.

Suddenly their mouths open, tongues begin to fight hot and intoxicating. In the depths of his mind, Stiles wonders if - while his eyes remain closed - all of this is true.

Derek's face is clean and smooth: just a couple of hairs, scattered here and there under the chin. Brutally reminding Stiles that he's not exchanging his first kiss with Lydia, but with a damned Sourwolf.

But Stiles is a teenager and his hormones go crazy, even in regard to Derek. The werewolf pushes his body even harder against Stiles, making him almost pant when his teeth begin to bite his lips.

Stiles - while still fisting Derek's shirt - swallows the groans of pain and pleasure. A subtle mixture that he needs to withhold, because his father is still in the house and he absolutely doesn't need to hear them. Just when the bubble of bliss that they found themselves in was overwhelming their senses, Stiles shoves Derek away with a firm gesture. They glance at each other, both with matching fast breaths and red skin, swollen lips as if they're wearing lipstick.

So, even Derek's hormones go crazy sometimes.

Neither of them ever mention that moment again.

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