Old Friends {Sting x Reader AU}

27

After recovering and some after care, you put your clothes back on and went to your desk to start your class work. From the bed Sting would watch you, smiling to himself softly.

What did he do to deserve you? He didn't know the answer, but he was glad that the universe deemed him worthy enough to have you in his life.

You were muttering to yourself as you started math work, but you only started to give yourself a headache. Sting could hear your frustrations and chuckle to himself. "What's so funny?" You pouted, not daring to take your eyes off of your paper.

"Nothing." He chuckled again, and you heard the bed move. He had gotten out of bed and put his boxers back on, and walked over to you, putting his chin on top of your head. "Need help?"

"Please, I suck at math." You sighed. He kneeled down besides you and took an extra pencil that was laying around, and showed you how to do one of the problems.

"Does that make sense?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Kinda..." you were still a bit confused, but it did make a little bit of sense.

"I'll watch as you keep doing it, okay? And for each one you get right.. I'll give you a reward." He smirked.

"Oh yeah?" You smirked back, deciding to entertain his thoughts just a bit. "Reward me with what?"

"A kiss!" He said proudly, and you laughed.

"Alright fine, but only if you don't get carried away!"

But of course Sting being Sting and you love for him, the both of you did get carried away, but nothing too crazy. But it left you both wanting so much more of each other. So after you were done with all of your work, Sting took your hand and helped you stand up, and pulled you close to his chest. He would lean down connecting his lips with yours, making sure that your bodies were as close as possible. He would hum into the kiss, and it would make you shiver.

You thought that the humming was a nice little add. It made you think that he was enjoying himself and appreciated you.

"I love you." He whispered, and placed a kiss on your cheek. "I love you." He would place another kiss on your other cheek, and repeat this until he had kissed all over your face and down your neck. You would giggle, his kisses tickling you a bit.

"Sting, please." You would laugh, and push him away a bit.

"What? I'm just... trying to show you that I appreciate you." He smiled.

"I can feel it, Sting." You cupped his face, and stroked your cheek with your thumb. "You always make me feel loved and appreciated."

"Good, because if you didn't I'm not doing my job right." He said, and placed another kiss on your lips.

"I love you, Sting." You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his waist. You put your ear to his chest so you could hear his heart beat. He wrapped his arms around and held you close, enjoying the moment. The both of you stayed like that for a while. Of course, time felt shorter, but you both stayed like that for a long, long time.

Soon enough though, he had to let you go. He had to get back home before Weisslogia came back from work. Although he wanted to stay, and you wanted him to stay, but you knew he would get in trouble if he did.

When he left, you made sure to act normal. But the second he was out the door, you started squealing like a little girl in a toy store. You stomped your feet excitedly as if you were one. You let out a huge sigh, feeling giddy. You never felt so much love for a person before. And you were happy to lose it to someone you've loved since you were a child.

When Sting made it to his house, he did something similar. He was happy that he finally got to do something like that with you. Of course there was that time before this, but this was different. You had trusted him enough, loved him enough.

As Weisslogia came back home, Sting was up in his room. Weisslogia didn't try to bother him, knowing that he would probably be in a bad mood since he was grounded and couldn't do anything all day. In reality, Sting was in his room smiling to himself, replaying the time he shared with you in his head. He would describe it as a broken record, playing the same thing over and over again. Something about you saying his name made him go crazy. He wanted you to only ever say his name, no one else's. Your voice sounded so sweet when you said his name, he doesn't want anyone else to have the same pleasure and satisfaction he had.

But not only this, but you were overall an amazing person. He loved you since you were kids, of course he wasn't going to love you for your body then. He loved you then because you were nice, funny, and had a good personality. And now after all of these years, your body was just a great add on.

He thought it was perfect, your body. Something out of a Greek Myth, a body only a Greek goddess would have. It was almost crazy to think someone could have that body. So smooth, so soft, so perfect.

"Sting!"

He was brought out of his thoughts, and found that he face was a bright red.

"What!?" Sting yelled, sitting up on his bed.

"What do you want for dinner!?" Weisslogia yelled from downstairs.

"I don't care!"

Weisslogia wasn't a fan of this answer, and sighed to himself. "What if we invited Y/n over for dinner?!"

There was silence.

"Her mother is out of town, right?! Maybe she can stay here since she's alone!"

Sting smiled to himself. "Yeah, that's cool!"

"Well, go get her!"

Weisslogia didn't have to tell Sting twice, he ran right down the stairs and out of the house to yours. I'm a matter of seconds he was knocking on the door. You opened it and was shocked to see him.

"Your dad let you out of the tower?" You joked a bit.

"It was his idea. Come eat dinner with us." Sting smiled, but he voice sounded a bit demanding.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Of course, why would you even ask that?"

"Wouldn't it be a bit awkward since... you know...?"

"It's only awkward if we make it awkward." Sting chuckled. "And by the way..." he leaned in close to your ear and whispered lowly, "I can't stop thinking about your body."

You shivered a bit, and Sting sensed this. He chuckled in your ear, and placed a hand on your waist. "Do I make you flustered? Do you like it when I talk like that to you?"

"Y-Yes..."

He wasn't expecting you to actually answer, and was shocked that you admitted it. "That's a good girl." He whispered, and then pulled away, now reaching and grabbing for your hand. "Now come, let's eat dinner together."