Old Friends {Sting x Reader AU}

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He had kissed you again, this time bringing both of his hands to your face. You had giggled into the kiss, and bringing your hands to his face. He would move his lips against yours, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You would follow his lead, and suddenly your arms were wrapped around his neck. He would move his hands from your face down to your waist, and pull you into his lap. This movement shocked you and you gasped a bit, but Sting took full advantage. He shot his tongue inside of your mouth, and swirled it against yours. You blushed deeply and once again followed his lead. He then started to rub your sides, and you started to feel your body warm up. You would hum into the kiss, and Sting would absolutely love that. He loved that he was making you feel good.

He pulled away, but you were too embarrassed for him to see your face. So the second he did pull away you buried your face in his neck and he would laugh, stroking the back of your hair. "What's wrong, baby?" He whispered in your ear. He obviously knew what he was doing.

"Sh-Shut up." You said quickly and he would laugh again.

"I'm not embarrassing you, am I? You know I would never do that."

"Well you are."

"How come? Because I'm giving you all this attention?" You would just hum, and you would hear him chuckle. "Well, I can stop if you want."

"No, I don't want that."

"Then what is it you want?"

"A minute to recollect myself."

He would laugh again but would let you, just stroking your hair until you were ready again. After the minute, you would look back at him, your face still incredibly red. Sting didn't say anything about it though, because he knew that if he did you would be even more embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around his neck again, and this time you initiated the kiss. He would go back to rubbing your sides, and then rub your back. Just as you were starting to get comfortable with kissing him, he pulled away, his face red. He took a hand and covered his mouth and adverted his eyes away from you, and took you off of his lap and placed you back next to him. "Sting?"

"Sorry, it's uh.. not you." He said quickly.

"What's wrong?" You asked, leaning over and placing a hand in your shoulder. He would shake his head, and bite his lower lip. "Come on, you can tell me."

"No I can't." He shook his head. "L-Let's go."

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, now feeling a bit insecure. He didn't hesitate getting up and turning away from you quickly. You thought that maybe he was starting to feel sick, and needed to go home quickly. You took it upon yourself to get the blanket, and place it back in the trunk. As you were about to open the door to your side, Sting rushed over to open it for you but then rushed to his side. You couldn't help but giggle a bit. Even when he wasn't feeling good he was still making sure you didn't have to open your own door.

He started to drive off, and you couldn't help but notice that his face wasn't letting up on it's red color. You placed the back of your hand to his forehead, and he looked a bit shocked as you did. "Sting, you're hot." You said simply, and that caused him to laugh.

"You are too, Y/n." You rolled your eyes, and hit his shoulder lightly.

"That's not what I meant. Are you feeling okay?"

"I feel fine, why?"

"Your face is still red, and you're warm."

"Y/n, don't worry about it." He said quickly, hoping to drop the conversation.

"No, what's wrong? Is it something I did?"

"Absolutely not. Well.. kinda."

"What did I do?!" You freaked.

"Nothing bad."

"But-"

"Y/n." He said firmly, and placed a hand in your thigh as he stopped at a red light. You blushed as he did, but then met your eyes with his. "I just got excited, okay?"

At first you didn't understand, but as he blush grew darker from telling you this, you understood. "Oh!" He gulped and removed his hand, but you grabbed it and kissed the back of it. "It's okay, Sting."

You saying that only made it worse. He gripped onto the steering wheel after taking his hand away from you, and took deep breaths. You starting laughing a bit, and leaned back in the seat. "I don't really mind, Sting. I trust you." You smiled, but then looked out of your window as you starting moving again. Sting didn't say anything further, but did place his hand back on your thigh. He would grab your inner thigh, and you would cover your mouth trying not to say anything. Suddenly your would hear a deep chuckle that came from Sting.

"I got excited too easily. I just never thought I'd be in that situation with you. Sorry if I ruined your fun."

"No no, don't apologize, it's fine." You assured him. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Oh, trust me, I was by no means uncomfortable." He laughed.

Soon after you were finally home. Sting had calmed down on the ride back, and exited his car to open the door for you. He helped you out of the car as he usually did, and walked you to your door.

"Thank you, Sting. I do feel less stressed down." Yiu giggled.

"Good, I'm glad."

You nodded and reached your hands up to his face and kissed him, and he didn't hesitate kissing you back. You pulled away slowly, and Sting would grumble a bit, not wanting to leave the kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow." You said, and opened the front door.

"Do you think I could stay over?" He asked, peeking inside the house. He would see your mom look over to the door, and wave at him. She was cooking dinner, and it smelt amazing to Sting. He would wave back to her, and you would look back to see your mom.

"Mom, can Sting stay over?" You asked her.

"Sure, we have enough food." She said with a laugh, and Sting didn't hesitate walking in.