Summary: Stiles attends Lydia’s wedding only after five years of graduating from college. (Y/N) came as a plus one, but couldn’t stand her date. When the two miserable adults meet; sparks.. and champagne flies.
Prompt: This was originally meant to be the wedding singer but I remembered reading a Stiles (or Dylan) imagine similar to it so I changed it - so if that is a prompt, there you go!
A/N: Requests are open, feel free to request anything from smutty to fluffy *Wink, wink* ***Smut, intoxication etcccc
Stiles stared up at the main table, a beer resting in the palm of his hand. Her grin lit the whole place up, but Stiles couldn’t deny the burning sensation in the pit of his stomach when he realized the smile was for her new husband. He watched the love of his life get married to someone that wasn’t him.
What hurt most, was the Stiles could have said something; she came to him begging him to talk but he just huffed and walked away; running from his problems as always. He was too kind and he wasn’t blind, he knew that Lydia loved Archie just as much as Stiles loved Lydia.
Stiles had his tie undone and released one button to allow some air in, it killed him seeing all his friends congratulating Lydia and sending him smiles of pity. He groaned, chugging down the remains of his bottle before walking towards the free bar.
You stared at the miserable looking man running his hand through his hair as he wandered over to the bar. He stood out like a sore thumb; the only person in the room not screaming cheer for the newly weds. “Want a drink?” Your date, Chuck who was also the groom’s cousin, questioned but you ignored him; eyes fixated on the brown haired beauty.
Chuck groaned and left the table, mumbling profanities. You didn’t know him too well so you didn’t care what he thought; you were here for the free bar - you told him that when he chanced his arm asking you out.
A very cheesy song started playing through the speakers just as the mysterious guy turned in your direction. You weren’t too close to him but you knew he spotted you staring; with a smirk covering his face, he made his way over.
“See something you like?” He chuckled, the words seeming foreign as they left his pink perfect lips. You flickered your teeth with your tongue, sending him a wink, “Maybe.” You crossed your legs and invited him to sit down. “(Y/N).” You raised your hand, which he accepted; caressing it gently.
“Stiles, old… friend of the bride.” He responded, putting the top of the bottle to his lips. “I don’t know either, here as a plus one.” You said, holding up one finger, “And for the free bar.” You teased, taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage. He clicked his bottle against your glass, “Amen to that.”
An awkward silence hung over the pair of you, and within the five minutes; you both finished your drink. Leaning against the bar, you waved the woman over. “Two shots of your finest, please.” You sang, causing Stiles to burst out laughing. “Are you trying to be me drunk, Miss?” He teased, raising his shot glass before downing the drink. You followed his lead, cringing at the taste of the liquor pouring down your throat. “More.” You shouted, slamming the glass on the counter. “Shush,” Stiles giggled, stepping closer to you to try and mumble your laughter. You had your head buried in his chest as you tried to stop, “Two more,” Stiles motioned towards the full glasses, “One…Two….” before he could count to three, you reached up and covered his lips with yours.
Stiles stood shocked for half a second, before gripping your hips pulling you closer. You felt the heat between your lips as he squeezed the fat around your bones. The kiss was rough and desperate; the pair of you wanted nothing more than to rip each others clothes off and feel something you haven’t felt in so long. “Three,” Stiles whispered, pulling away and grabbing your hand; dragging you through the crowd of people.
You got slightly self-conscious seeing people look at you with judgemental eyes and you began to wipe your messed up lipstick off. “Don’t mind what they think,” Stiles said, looking behind him to glance at you. He pushed passed adults and children and exited the crowded room. He pushed you to a corner which was out of few of most people, he crashed his lips to yours again; his hands grabbing your face. You leaned into the kiss, wanting to feel everything; every spark, every ounce of passion. You grabbed his tie, pulling him down further. “Do…Do you have a room?” You gasped, out of breath. He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Let’s go.” You whispered, biting his bottom lip causing him to groan.
In the elevator, neither of you could keep your hands together. You ran them over his now opened shirt, through his grown out hair and over the waist band of his boxers. You weren’t sure that you were going to make it to the room, but fortunately you did and as soon as he dragged you in, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, leaning over you.
“No way.” You mumbled, pushing him over and straddling him. “Fuck,” Stiles moaned as you nibbled the way down his neck to his chest. Licking his abs, not breaking eye contact. You opened the button to his dress pants, pulling them down and he flung them off.
You removed his boxers, his member hard already. “Shit,” you whispered, licking the top of his dick causing him to moan. You licked up and down the length, before taking him in your mouth fully and popping your head; gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. You looked up at him, seeing his head relaxing back and his eyes looking back at you. He ran his hand through your hair, getting a grip and pumping your head; up, down, up, down and he held you there for a second, before allowing you to pull away. You removed your mouth from his dick, saliva covering your mouth.
“Get on there now.” He growled, and you looked at him impressed; it turning you on more that he wanted control. You removed your dress and panties before straddling him again. You brought your lips to his ear, biting harshly; “Ready?” You teased, rubbing your clit along the tip of his cock. He mumbled an inaudible response before you sat down, his cock slowly sliding inside you. “Fuck, (Y/N).” He moaned, his hands squeezing your hips. You started to bounce, feeling confident as he moaned more and louder. “I…I don’t usually do this.” He mumbled, picking you up and dropping you on his dick again. “Shush.” You replied, smirking at him.
He sat up, you still straddling him as he gained more control of his own hips (We’ve all seen the video ;) ). He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it gently and still pumped his cock inside you. You let out a moan, feeling the warm sensation run through your whole body. “Oh my god, Stiles.” You moaned, clenching your walls around his cock as you felt yourself reach your high. “Fuck, Stiles.” You screamed, tugging at his hair as you came on top of his dick.
“Don’t stop.” Stiles begged, thrusting into you deeper and deeper as his pace fastened. You duh your fingernails into his chest; causing him to let out one last moan before you felt his cock throb inside you.
You let out a sigh, rolling off of Stiles and onto your back; facing the cream coloured ceiling.
“What a great wedding.” Stiles muttered, wiping the sweat off his forehead. You giggled, and turned into his body feeling the warmth of him.
Thanks to everyone who woke me with Tumblr messages and flailing/screaming snapchats. I love this fandom you are all so precious and thirsty.
First off, there’s some kind of flashback to the Lexus in the beginning, and I really love the title page:
Doumeki sprawled out and almost desolate, his tie being undone. Nice foreshadowing for the rest of the chapter.
If you all remember how The Rimming ended, to me it seems that Yashiro
fell asleep in the back of the car (who can blame him after Doumeki’s
tongue did that awesome thing) and Doumeki is bringing him to
(probably) his place.
Yashiro briefly wakes up and he’s being carried bridal style up the stairs in the rain. UM, Doumeki is so dashing and this kind of hurt/comfort thing is lovely to me. Notice that Yashiro wakes up, feels/knows that Doumeki has him and he’s safe, then promptly passes out on Doumeki’s shoulder again. Can I fucking live?
I’m just gonna say that this is my guess as to how the rest of chapter goes, based on what Doumeki is wearing…or not wearing thankyoulord.
Now this is where last night’s spoiler page comes in (you can see it on the reverse page above.) Doumeki puts Yashiro to bed, reaches out to touch his hair (omfg we’ve come full circle) and then has a crisis out on the porch. Our poor son Doumeki is probably feeling guilt/shame/blaming
himself just like he did in chapter 16 since Yashiro dismissed him at
the end of The Rimming. At this point, Doumeki probably feels like he took
advantage of Yashiro, and he’s just like his father, and all that
nonsense is spinning in his brain again.
Since he’s wet/sweaty/upset, he takes a shower. Yashiro gets a phone call and wakes up (you can see him talking on the phone on the reverse page, at least I think that’s a phone in his hand on the upper right of the page.)
I don’t know what he’s thinking but once he gets up he’s not capable of rational thought anymore because Yoneda Kou gave us a gift today:
Remember this day, it will be a Saezuru World Holiday. Can I point out that Doumeki is so tall that he has to bend under the doorframe to get out. I am sweating. Apparently, so is Yashiro:
AND. AND THEN HE GETS DRESSED AND ALSHLAHSLA
YASHIRO. CAN’T EVEN. Remember…Doumeki is his type so his brain is probably leaking through his ears. Doumeki drying his hair with a towel all non-chalant? This issue needs to be bundled with batteries. Also Doumeki wears white boxer briefs *stuffs tissues in nose*
Then I we have the spoon-feeding scene, (because Doumeki is in a t-shirt and casual pants after getting dressed.) Like I said before, Doumeki is being very caring toward Yashiro, because he feels like he violated his boss, and Yashiro is probably not used to a sexy hunk of man being so nice to him, so he tries to be awkwardly nice and make Doumeki eat too, and then there’s a blowjob.
When was the last time Yashiro tried to blow Doumeki? In the movie theater in chapter 7 right before he was shot and Doumeki pushed him away. Why? Because at the end of chapter 4 he was getting squirmy and when he was telling Yashiro about his first time in chapter 5, he started to feel something. He knew that if Yashiro blew him in the movie theater that he would get hard and that would cause the end of their relationship. Even now, he doesn’t look terribly happy about unzipping his pants, for various reasons. Our Poor Son probably still thinks that after all they’ve been through, Yashiro still may fire him if he gets an erection. That is so not true and Yashiro needs to make Doumeki believe that.
My guess is that there will be some hardness at the end of this chapter and I hope Yashiro looks on it with pleasant surprise and the two of them finally go for a ride. It’s been five years now please let them fuck or even kiss I am dying of thirst here.
EDIT: According to @maneleleina AND @things-all-love the blowjob happened first and then they stop and one of them says (according to @maneleleina‘s friend) “IT IS CONFIRMED Doumeki said “”We’ve waited so long…do you want to have sex?””””my friend translated it for me………. Crying”
And an anon confirmed it too: “Yashiro said “Since we have this opportunity, should we have sex?” I’m guessing that’s where the chapter ends!”
GUYS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? ARE THEY REALLY GOING TO HAVE SEX? Can someone confirm who’s speaking? It’s said informally so it’s Yashiro, thanks to everyone!
The moment we have all been waiting for is finally here:
THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON WEARING A MORNING DRESS THIS IS NOT A DRILL LADIES AND GENTLEMEN FUCKITTY FUCK MY WHOLE BEING IS COMBUSTING RIGHT NOW!
Since it’s considered the most formal type of daywear for men, typically worn for weddings (especially by the groom and those closest to him), it’s no surprise that our dear Hiddles, being the classic chap that he is when it comes to fashion, and his close friendship with the Cumbergroom, decided to go with this option.
And let me tell you: PRAISE THE LORD IT’S A THING OF BEAUTY.
He kept it classy with the morning coat, which is monochromatically black; the waistcoat, an ivory choice, well within the range of acceptable colours (although he definitely stepped into the wild side with that lovely pattern!), with the last button properly undone; the tie, a beautiful silvery grey tied up in a fashionable Windsor knot; and the shoes, pretty black leather oxfords. And of course, the shirt is white. Like we were expecting anything else. I have to say I’m a bit disappointed by the fact it seems to be a single cuff shirt though…
But then we have thOSE FUNKY TROUSERS! LOOK AT THEM! He definitely took a fashion risk and went with a squared pattern instead of the typical stripes, but then again our darling Thomas has no reason to fear his choice makes his butt look bigger or anything.
Only his crotch.
Because GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL THERE IS SO MUCH CROTCHULAR ACTION GOING ON HERE AND THE TROUSERS AREN’T EVEN THAT TIGHT.
There hasn’t been so much happening down under since the Cannes blue suit of perfection.
Love that little flower on your lapel, mister. It brings out your eyes which are conveniently eyefucking us, and coupled with that motherfucking kinky grin of doom it can only mean one thing: you know that we know about the crotch situation.
On a side note, take all that stuff out of your pocket, please.
Honoring One of Yves Saint Laurent fashion-law-breaking creations, Emma Watson wore a Saint Laurent Paris tuxedo, by Hedi Slimane.
You should now by now that suits, and masculine silhouettes are trending right now. I seriously oppose to oversized clothes, but this tuxedos are the greatest. They make you look slim, sexy, and elegant.
I loved the undone tie accessory that Angelina Jolie wore to a red carpet before. It gives the ultimate touch of casual elegance.