So, I have watched Teen Wolf season one and two in three days and I'm like obsessed with Sterek right now. I can't understand why they're not together yet.

Ugh. Anyway, I really like those stories with the rich kid falling for his/her bodyguard so yeah, I know that they are kind of cliché but hell, I want to try it. I haven't seen any of these bodyguard stories for Sterek and if there is any sorry for copying you, I honestly didn't know that you had one as well.

So, enough with that. The only thing you should know is that Stiles is bisexual and that he's seventeen while Derek is twenty-three.

Also sorry for any mistakes, this isn't beta-ed I'm afraid.

Chapter 1.

I was laying on my back panting, her mouth exploring every inch of my chest. It felt good, really good. Her hair brushed my neck, making me whimper and her mouth found my sensitive spot leaving sloppy kisses and soft bites there.

I moaned with pleasure, the feeling of her, pressed against me, made me extremely hard. This was in heaven. I let out a loud moan when her hand went under my pants squeezing little me down there. She was teasing me and that made me want to rip her clothes off and have my way with her.

I was about to pull her tiny strapless top off of her when the screams started. I immediately pushed her off me, staring at the closed door of the room. I had the horrible feeling that something was really wrong downstairs.

Sure, there were more than fifty hormonal teenagers down there, partying and stuff but those screams were full of fear.

"Stiles?" the girl asked, looking terrified. "Whats going on?"

I looked at her trying to find something comforting to say. Hell, I didn't even remember her name. She was just a hook up for me because the party was really boring and sex was always fun.

"I- I don't know," I said as I stoop up, walking towards the door.

I half opened it hesitantly, peaking a look through the half closed door. The hallway was empty so I opened the door fully, walking slowly out of the room. I could hear someone talking from downstairs but I couldn't understand anything from what the man said.

I could hear my heart pounding as I walked towards the stairs to steal a peak of whatever was happening.

"Call the police," I whispered to the girl without waiting for a response. I only hoped that she wasn't one of those stupid girls that didn't know how to call the police.

I was in the middle of walking towards the stairs when I heard footsteps and before I had the chance to do anything at all, a man with dark skin and black messy hair was standing in front of me with his eyes wind from surprise.

"Hey, Stilinski," the man said with a deep creepy voice. "Did I interrupt something? Oh, my bad".

I saw him punching me and I heard a crack that probably was my nose breaking but I didn't feel the pain that I was expecting.

Only dizziness and then everything was black.

That happened over a week ago. It was at Scott's party and I had officially destroyed it. You see, those men wanted me. I didn't what they wanted to do. Hurt me? Kidnap me? Kill me? Whatever it was that they wanted was thankfully interrupted by the police and I had only a broken nose, nothing serious.

Of course my dad, being the paranoid man as usual, insisted that I was still in danger. I have to admit that I was a little scared too. Being the resident's son wasn't the safest and easiest thing but seriously? He wanted me to have a personal bodyguard. You know, a really serious and muscled man following me around all the time with his black glasses and clothes.

"Do you really have to do this?" I asked pouting.

My dad gave me a sharp look that said you're-behaving-like-a-child.

"Stiles, will you at least try to listen to me for once in your life?" dad asked. "You need a bodyguard".

"Dad, no one of my friends have a bodyguard," I whined. "Scott'll make fun of m and don't get me started with Jackson".

"Scott's mother is a doctor and Jackson's parents are actors," dad said sternly. "I'm the President, there's a different".

I sighed. "I get it," I mumbled as I saw Mario, our battler, coming into the room.

"Derek Hale is here, sir," he said respectfully to my dad.

Dad nodded. "Let him in".

Oh, baby Jesus.

The man that walked in, who I assumed was Derek Hale, looked like he was photoshoped. His messy black hair, perfect face and light blue-grey hair made him look like one of those hot werewolves that I have seen in a movie and -oh God- his body was mouth watering.

"Hello, I'm Derek Hale," he said in a deep, sexy voice.

I texted Scott.

-My bodyguard is here and he's hotter than than that model I used to fuck.

Having a bodyguard didn't seem such a bad idea after all.

Soooooo? Did you like it? Please tell me even if it is just to point out that I suck.

~Alexia