A/N: I've been really stuck on Theo/Stiles. So, here's a little oneshot for you all.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Song Suggestion: "Blank Space (Cover)" by I Prevail

"Jesus Christ, Theo, can't you go jump off of a cliff or something?! Everyone is tired of your bullshit and we're all tired of you." I seethed. He just smirked and moved closer to me, but I took a step back. I may be naïve at times, but I'm not stupid. I know that Theo has a thing for me, but I also know that his ultimate goal is to get the version of myself, when I was under the control of the nogitsune. Even if he got void me back, he wouldn't be able to control me. No one could.

Damn him. Damn him for wanting me and damn him for being such a monster. How is he so fucking attractive, when he's just a piece of shit?!

"You don't really want me to; do you?" He purred, as he sauntered progressively closer.

"Yes! I do! That would solve a lot of my problems. I don't trust you and I know you're full of it. You're trying to overthrow Scott. I'm not going to help you." I hissed.

"You're going to be mine, Stiles. It's just a matter of time." He argued. I rolled my eyes.

"No, I'm not. I'm not property, asshole. It's only a matter of time, before everyone else realizes how toxic you are."

"People see what they want to see, except for you, Stiles. You see everything. That's why I have to have you." He purred.

"I'm not yours and I never will be." I swore.

"But you could be. At the very least, you think I'm attractive. I can smell the arousal on you." He taunted me. I shifted away from him, uncomfortably.

"I find a lot of people attractive. That doesn't mean anything. You're a walking, talking Taylor Swift song… It's disgusting."

"What?" He asked, as his smirk widened. He's clearly amused.

"You're literally a nightmare, dressed like a daydream." I explained, irritated that I had to explain the reference. He can't really be that dense… can he?

"Maybe I am… Have you seen yourself?" He asked me. "I'm going to make you mine. I don't know why you're still pretending like you have a say in the matter. You don't. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."

"I'm not yours." I spat.

"You could be. I would treat you so well, Stiles. Let me worship you." He kept trying. His lips were on mine, before I could even blink. I gasped against him, but I couldn't bring myself to pull away. Man, could he kiss.

"N-no…" I gasped.

"That's not what your body is saying." He argued. He doubled his advances and I knew that I was screwed. He was right. I didn't want him to stop.

"So what?!"

"So, you don't really want to stop… I'm not going to. I'm going to make your body sing. You can decide if you're going to join me, later." He decided. He was dead serious.

"No," I grunted. As soon as his hands made their way into my pants, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a vial of liquid wolfsbane and smashed it against his face. He roared and I bolted. That was too close for comfort. I'm sure Scott will have something to say about the way I handled this, but right now, I don't care. Someone had to do something and tonight, that someone was me.