Old Friends {Sting x Reader AU}

14

NOTE: this chapter includes smut. It is not a very important chapter so if you're not for it, you can skip.

Sting somehow convinced your mother to let him sleepover, and at that, to sleep in the same bed as you. Your mother was a smart woman. She knew the two of you were dating, and didn't trust teenagers. But she knew Sting for a long time, and did trust him. Of course, she just had to have a heart to heart with him without you present in the room. But when you came back, he looked scared shitless, but assured you that he was fine.

After dinner the two of you went to your room, and you sat on your bed, and he sat down next to you. "Are you feeling better?" You asked him, pushing back his hair with your fingers. He loved the feeling, and just hummed.

"Do that again." He said, and you giggled, continuing to push back his hair and play with it. Somehow someway, he would end up with his head in your lap like a dog, as you continued with the attention you were giving him. It was almost like he was purring like a cat he was enjoying it so much. But then his face would start to get red, and he would cover his mouth once again. He would try to sit up, but you would push him back down.

"Sting, relax. I'm not going to judge you." You assured him. He took a breath and nodded, relaxing back into you. You would continue playing with his hair, but you would see him turning a bit. You weren't sure if he was uncomfortable or what.

"Ah.." He would breathe out, and instantly cover his mouth.

"Sting? You okay there?" You asked with a smile. "Does it feel too good?"

"Shut it." He huffed, and then sat up, reaching behind you to grab a pillow and then placing it on his lap. You would laugh a bit and then kiss his cheek, standing up.

"Do you want some water?" You asked him, walking over to your bedroom door. Sting didn't hear you though, he was too fascinated watching something else. "Sting?"

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, and saw him staring at your butt. "Hello, Sting!" You would shout, and then he became present.

"Huh?"

"Do you want some water?"

"Oh, yeah sure, that's fine."

You would giggle to yourself and go downstairs and to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. As you tried to go back upstairs, you saw your mom rushing out the door, dressed back into her work clothes. "Mom? Where are you going?" You asked.

"Work called me back, I have to leave. I'll see you later." She blew you a kiss and ran out the door. You shrugged and went back upstairs, going to your room.

Sting was still sitting there, feeling a bit embarrassed. You handed him the water and then took your seat next to him. "Mom left, she had to go back to the office."

"Really?" He bite his lip, starting to think a bit.

"Yeah." You sighed. "She's been working so hard."

"She always been a hard worker." Sting said, putting the pillow back where it was.

There was a moment of silence before Sting spoke again. "Thanks for the water, it's helping a bit."

"Good, I'm glad. Is there anything else I can do?" You offered.

"Well... Never mind." He shook his head.

"No, what is it?"

"No, it seemed like a good idea a few seconds ago, but I don't think so anymore."

"Well at least tell me."

"I was going to say... the problem isn't going to solve itself." He sighed, and then bit his lower lip. You blushed a bit, and adverted your eyes from him.

You loved Sting, so much. You always had. And as you started getting older, you wanted to have a relationship with him. Sting was the same. He loved you very much and wanted a relationship with you. And as he got older, he always imagined... having some 'fun times' with you. And don't get me wrong, you did too, but not to the extent Sting had.

"Uhm.." You started thinking about what you could do. You weren't ready for the whole nine yards, but there had to be something you could do to 'help' Sting.

"Don't worry about it, Y/n." He smiled a bit. "It'll be fine."

"No, I want to help you." You said, but he just shook his head.

"No, Y/n. It's fi-"

You decided to cut him off, smashing your lips to his. Needless to say he was taken aback, but didn't hesitate kissing you back. You made your way on to his lap, and held his face in your hands as his hands held your waist. You were kissing him at a quick pace, and he followed your lead. You ended up opening your mouth slightly, and Sting smoothly slipped his tongue in. As you both were in a heated make out session, you took one of your hands off of his face and decided to try something bold. You reached your hand down, and rubbed him through his pants. He separated his lips from yours and threw his head back, letting out a gasp. "Dammit..."

"Didn't expect that?" You asked innocently, laughing a bit. Sting bit his tongue, and then smirked.

"I wasn't at all, my love." He said, and then started to kiss you again. You ran your free hand in his hair, while the other one continued to do what it was doing before. As you would start to speed up, he would speed up the pace of the kiss. Somewhere in the mix of all of this, he switched the position to where you were on your back and he was hovering over you. You both would pull away from this kiss, and he would start to take off his pants. You bit your lip as you watched him, and then looked at him in shock. You weren't expecting it to be so big. Well to be fair, you weren't sure what you were expecting.

You would start at the tip, taking your thumb and pointer finger, and running it up the length of him. After a few moments of that, you used your full hand. He was panting, hovering over you. You would smirk a bit, and quicken your pace. As he felt himself get closer, he grabbed your wrist, making you stop.

"What is it?" You asked, afraid you were doing something wrong.

"How would you feel... if you used your mouth?" He asked, biting his lip.

"Oh, uh... I never had before." You explained quickly, looking away from him embarrassed.

"That's fine my love. Only if you want too, but even if you did I wouldn't judge you."

You took a minute to decide, and you nodded, agreeing to do it. He would sit on the bed as you got down on the floor on your knees. It took you a minute to get the courage, but then took his tip in your mouth. Sting thought that it felt amazing.

You would swirl your tongue around his tip, before taking all of him in and bobbing your head. He would keep his eyes on you, and would let out moans and groans every so often. You would bob your head faster, and then look up at Sting for approval. He of course wasn't protesting at all. After a while of doing that, he would bite his lip. "I'm gonna cum, Y/n." He panted out. You knew that he was, because you felt him twitch. "Pull away, now."

You did as you were told, and lucky you did because right when you did, he came, most of it getting in the floor. "Dammit, I'm sorry. Shit." He ran his fingers in his hair, and you just shook your head.

"No no, it's okay."

"I'll clean it, don't worry." He sighed. He took a minute to collect himself and out his pants back in before heading downstairs to get some cleaning supplies.

**

Your mom came home pretty late, and decided to check up on the two of you. She went to your room and knocked lightly before entering. When she opened the door she saw you both sleeping, Sting holding you close to him. She smiled to herself and shut the door.

She was glad that the two of you found each other again.