teen wolf stories

waking up the hotel

warnings: unprotected sex (DO IT RESPONSIBLY, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), oral sex (female and male), lots of sloppy kisses and swearing. apparently i am a sailor. fuck it AHAHAH

 While Y/N was cheerfully engaged in a nice conversation with the Williams couple, Stiles could not help but think this picture was way too odd for him to feel comfortable in. The extremely well-decorated lounge, Bulgarian roses everywhere, large tables crowded with their acquaintances and a soft ballad playing in the background. He had definitely never imagined himself to be the leading role in a wedding, however, nothing felt more right than that moment, when they both said yes.

The brown haired man had his arm carefully wrapped around her waistline, watching the dimples show as she laughed to something the tall man had said. Stiles couldn't find the will within him to focus on anything that wasn't his beautiful wife. Eventually he shook his head, hoping he could still catch a glint of the conversation.

"Well, it's a great pleasure to have you here!" Y/N smiled softly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we still have a few people to greet! Also a phone call to my maid of honour who should already be here for my toast!"

Both Molly and Gordon began laughing out loud, which caused the newlyweds to smile as well, waving one last time at them before going over to where their families were situated. They greeted a few more guests in the way, quizzing them to know if everything was okay. Hosting a reception party was definitely a hard task. By the time they got to the last table, all Stiles wanted was to pour himself a dose of whiskey and sit back.

"Did something happen, honey?" The Y/H/C haired woman queried, her palms grasping his cheeks, melting instantaneously to those gorgeous honey brown eyes her husband had. "You look so down..."

"Nah, I'm just tired, babe."

"Well, I have a little surprise in stock for you." A wide, mischievous grin enlightening her traits.

"You do?"

"Yes, my love." She winked at him, earning a light head shake. "Just wait here."

Stilinski watched as his girl went over to the stage where the band was playing, not hesitating to request the microphone. A low giggle slipped past his lips, for he knew that she would always find a new way to surprise him. They had been together for six years, however, there was not a single day that his love wouldn't give him a new thrill.

"Good night, my friends!" Her melodic voice echoed, the chit-chat ceasing to pay attention the woman. "As you know, there is a certain tradition in weddings and Stiles was very emphatic we did this one. It's time to take the bride's garter off, people!"

Glancing over to where he was standing, Y/N was able to see a small smirk pulling Stiles', who she was yet to adjust calling husband, perfectly shaped lips up. After a some excited screams and claps, the woman went to the middle of the dance floor, crossing her arms while waiting for the brown haired man to take part on her dare.

"So, Stilinski, ready to do this?"

"Hell yeah, babe." Once he was close enough, his lips brushed her cheek, sending chills down Y/N's back. "Spread those legs for me, will you?"

She smiled, a thin layer of blush covering her cheeks. It was simply a teasing whisper, but the newlywed had heard that line before and it never failed to make her all flustered. Actually, everything that Stiles did was a turn on. His careless movements, the way he would constantly lick his lips... Urgh, only to be thinking about it, the girl saw herself having to rub her thighs together.

Without further words, Y/N took a seat on the chair one of the waiters had brought especially for the moment. People rushed to circle the couple, their eyes hungry for action. Stiles loosened his tie, slowly moving towards his favourite girl, earning to himself some encouraging yells.