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Title: (I'll come up with one eventually.)

And about the little Stiles' part, like where he uses "I", well, it was just for that little part.

Honest to God, I've never felt so in love in my entire life.

It was great, really, laying my eyes on him. Like, it was so great. I could just let them look at him and pretend I was his boyfriend, while my mind was already thinking about all the things I'd do to him. It wasn't weird? Right? I mean, I'm a teenager. I'm Stiles. I have sexual frustrations because of a certain Sourwolf. It wasn't all my fault. He could do some pretty amazing teasing if he wanted to.

Like this one time when he...

Okay, so we were walking home from an event that just finished– that event being the werewolves fighting against other stupid alphas, the usual–, and I swear to God, Derek just wanted me to get aroused. It was totally in his plans! He just decided to remove his shirt for no apparent reason, except maybe making me even more sexually frustrated than I already was if it was even possible at this point. And I could totally feel his eyes on me while he did so. That bitch. But I couldn't complain that much though, like, seeing Derek's bare chest wasn't a pain in the ass. Even if I'd like some pain in the ass from him...Focus, Stiles, focus. So back to the story. Once we got home, and by home I mean the Hale's property that looks ridiculously abandonned and just, really, dead, he pratically rubbed himself against me to walk past me and go do God knows what. Seriously though, that bitch. I was so going to masturbate furiously that night once I got to my little comfy home.

But apparently other plans were already planned for me.

"I'm home, dad! No I'm not dead, no I'm not a werewolf and no I wasn't injuried!" Stiles screamed at his dad while he was walking up the stairs. His dad knew about werewolves. Of course he did. Stiles felt bad whenever he lied to him and the lies were just becoming bigger and bigger as the days passed and since his dad was the only family he had left, how could he keep going like this? So there was this one night at dinner where all the werewolves were sitting around the table annoyingly silent and Stiles just glared at them for not even trying to start explaining why they were all gathered there. And it got on Stiles' nerves. Quickly.

"Alright, well why don't we just play the silent game for, I don't know, another hour and see if this will actually end up being something productive?" Stiles finally let out, sounding bitchier than he intended to. But it worked, they all exchanged looks and Derek, being that sexy, hot mature man he was, started talking first. "Uh, Sheriff," Derek started, clearing his throat and continuing:

"Well, with all honesty, I don't know any other way to break this to you, but we're werewolves."

As bad as it seemed, it actually went pretty well. After, you know, a month. But hey, his dad eventually understood. So this his how Stiles' dad learned about werewolves and the pretty amazing shit they can do.

Now, back to that night where Stiles thought he could masturbate furiously while thinking about his hot favorite alpha. Once he got inside his room, door locked because he had way too many accidents that happened before, those accidents being his dad opening the door to his son jerking off. Which really, scarred him for life, thank you very much. So he eventually (quickly) bought a new door knob for his son, this time with a lock and he put it on Stiles' bed when he was at school. Surprise, your dad is tired of seeing you masturbating when he opens your door. And as Stiles started to remove his clothes article by article he finally realized that he wasn't alone in that teenage boy room of his. "Oh hey, Derek, nice seeing you here. Nice knowing you were just standing there watching me strip," Stiles said and Derek just gave him that Derek look that was really getting old. "Shut up, Stiles," and wow, really, Derek like, really needed to learn some new words because his come backs and sentences were annoyingly short.

"Why don't you make me shut up, Sourwolf?"

And as much as Stiles wanted Derek to just finally shove him up against a wall and kiss him senseless while his hands were traveling his body up and down, feeling as many muscles as he could, well Derek didn't show him up against a wall. So might as well just stop fantasizing about it now. He just looked at him with such a judgemental expression that Stiles wanted to take every word back and just jump in his bed doing the fetus position until Derek decided to leave. But he sighed. Because now was not the time to do the fetus position, considering that maybe he still had chances of ending up shoved against a wall by Derek. And the hyperactive teenager was pretty sure he was starting to get aroused and the alpha should smell it pretty soon. "Stiles," Derek said, more like a warning than anything else. As if he had trouble resisting Stiles so he had to tell him to stop smelling so annoyingly, and surprisingly, good. "What is it?" Stiles retorted, a small smile taking place on his lips. Oh how he wished that Derek wanted him just as bad.

"Stop smelling so damn good."

And okay, Stiles did not expect it to be that easy, really. So this is how you got into Derek a.k.a Sourwolf, a.k.a super-hot-sexy-attractive-werewolf's pants? Well, that was something he should've tried a lot sooner. "Geez Louise, knowing it would be that easy getting you in the mood I should've done it sooner," Stiles winked suggestively and smiled, content with the effect he had on his favorite wolf (well okay, maybe second favorite wolf because Scott would probably freak out if he knew Derek was his first.) And even if Derek was a super serious and no-time-for-your-bullshit-Stiles kind of person, he still took a few steps forward and he was now a few centimeters away from Stiles, well actually, Stiles' mouth, he'd like to clarify, thank you, and he just had to lean in just a little and...

Alright!

So yeah um, I'm pretty much obsessed with Sterek now, thanks to Tumblr and Teen Wolf.
And after reading a ridiculous amount of Sterek fanfics, I thought, hey, might as well write my own.
So I started something, that thing, and I don't know, man, really. I'd like to say that English isn't my first language
and that I am not completely billingual yet, so please bare with me.

I'd like some feedback or whatever. Tell me what you think, yeah? Be cool, man.