So this is the first time I write a teen wolf fic. Be warned there will be OOCness and this is really just random so... yeah. Ps I'm not the best writer, just wanted to get this idea out, and there will probably be some spelling mistakes. This is unbeta'd, you've been warned.

Disclaimer: I do not own teen wolf and believe that if I did sterek would have happened by now.

"No."

Was this seriously happening right now? Was Stiles really saying 'no' to Derek freakin' Hale?

"What do you mean, no?" Who does this kid think he is? Where does he get off thinking he has a choice?

"I mean no, as in, no way am I helping you." Stated a very smug looking Stiles Stillinski. A boy who really must hate his life, if he's really pushing Derek the way he is. Derek clenched and unclenched his fists, which were itching to make contact with the boys stupid face.

"Stiles. I'm not asking you to hel- assist me, I'm telling you to." Derek was speaking through clenched teeth. And he was slowly moving away from his spot next to Stiles window - which doubled as an entrance into the boys room- and began approaching the teen standing next to his bed. Stiles took in Derek's words and glared at him. He knew the werewolf was closing in on him, but he would hold his ground, even if he was scared of what the older, stronger and just down right bigger man would do.

"Derek, you can't order me around! I'm not part of your pack!" Stiles was flailing his arms about, punctuating his every word. By now Derek was standing in front of him, he could feel the heat coming from the taller man. Derek flashed Stiles his red eyes and smirked as he looked down on him.

"Oh, but, aren't you?" Stiles began to think about what Derek said but he shook away the thought.

"No! I belong to Scott- or, no, to Scott's pack." Derek placed a hand on Stiles shoulder and lowered his head down to be level with Stiles.

"Stiles, I'm not asking for much, just do this one thing." He was tightening his grip on Stiles shoulder as he spoke. Stiles pulled away from Derek's grasp and pressed his legs against the edge of his bed.

"No Derek, and anyways, why do you think I'd be able to do this. I'm not a computer wiz, that's Danny." Derek gave Stiles an unimpressed look.

"I know you did it for Scott last year." He said with a shrug.

"WHAt!" The pitch in Stiles voice was higher than what Derek was comfortable with.

"H-How did you find out? Does anyone else know? Does the school know? oh my god, they do, don't they? Of course they do! Oh my god!" Stiles sat on the edge of his bed and dropped his head into his hands.

"I'm so getting expelled.." Stiles let himself go limp and fall back onto his mattress.

"No one else knows Stiles, stop acting like an idiot." Stiles looked up at Derek in disbelief.

"So how did you find out?" Derek shrugged again and walked in front of Stiles.

"I have my ways Stillinski. Now, go do it again, but for me." Stiles shot back up into a sitting position.

"No Derek."

"Stiles I need my pack to stick together a-"

" I don't care!" Derek growled and moved so fast Stiles yelped when the wolf was suddenly in his face. Derek had Stiles pinned beneath him on the bed and was straddling his hips.

"You're gonna do it, Stiles." Stiles took in their position and flushed.

"D-Derek! What the hell, man! W-What if Scott comes in, like right now. This looks really wro-" Stiles was cut off by Derek lowering himself flush onto him.

"W-What are you doing!"

"Are you going to put them together or not Stiles?" Stiles shook his head furiously.

"No and you can't make me!" Derek looked him in the eyes and grinned. Before Stiles could even think about what could be going on in Derek's mind, he was lowering his head near the crook of Stiles's neck.

"Oh my god! You're gonna kill me! Look man, I thought we were past this, I-I mean come o-" Stiles was once again cut off by Derek. Just that this time Derek was nipping at his neck. Stiles flushed even more, if that was even possible, he felt jolts of electricity shoot through his body when Derek started licking the spots he bit on Stiles pale neck. Stiles let out a very 'manly' whimper, and was only snapped out of his haze by the sound of a camera and a flash. A second later Derek was off him.

"Now," Started Derek.

"Unless you want Scott or even maybe the entire school to see this picture, You're going to do what ever I tell you to do." Derek flashed him a cheshire smile and walked towards the window. Before jumping out he looked back at Stiled who was still on his bed.

"Get to it Stiles, you don't want anyone to know you're sleeping with a criminal do you?" Derek shot him a wink before he hopped out of the window.

Stiles let everything sink in before he began screaming at the top of his lungs.

"F- MY LIIFE!" After he was done and his throat felt raw he got up and walked to his computer, where he hacked the school site and changed around the schedules belonging to Erica, Boyd and Isaac, making it so that they had every class together except Physical Ed. After he was done Stiles shut down his computer and threw himself back onto his bed.

Then he heard his phone go off. He blindly reached for it and saw he had a text from an unknown number. Stiles opened it and was shocked to see a very... 'provacative'- actually just down right hot- picture of him and Derek on his bed. Under the picture he read 'we'll talk more tomorrow'. This is something he can never let get out.

THE END-

I think this is just gunna be a one shot, any reviews? and please don't flame.