Season Of Love (Sting x Reader x Rogue)

Sharing a room

Once we got to the room I went to the bathroom to go change I put on some shorts and a tank top. The tank top was white and had lace detailing on the front of the shirt and had a deep v cut on the back and if you thought the tank top sounded revealing wait till you hear about the bottom half of my outfit. The shorts I had bought hugged my backside and revealed the outline of my cheeks. I had received the pyjamas as a gift from someone and hadn't bothered trying them on simply going on assumption that it would fit. Now somehow I was supposed to walk into the room wearing this... abomination without wanting to throw myself behind the nearest couch and take cover from his gaze. Finally, I exited my safe heaven and tried to make it as quickly and swiftly as possible toward the bed. I noticed sting looking at me and with one look at his eyes, I knew what he wanted. He didn't blink nor did he say a word. With just his gaze I felt lightheaded and like rubbing my legs together to ease the throbbing sensation I felt growing. I hated the effect he had on me because I sometimes couldn't control it. I notice a smirk on his face appear and his eyes that once met my own now dropped toward my chest. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked down to what might have captured his attention. On my chest were 2 circular shaped buds poking through my shirt. A look of shock transformed my face and my palms covered the buds. Flustered I stuttered, "It's be... cause... of the cold." He got out of the bed and as he stalked toward with prey like walk I backed away from him until my back was met with a wall. He stopped once our bodies were a mere atom away from touching. He chuckled and said, "Cold, really?" "Yeah, umm, before... I was wearing a sweater but now, I'm wearing a tank top so you see... the temperature difference I'm feeling right now is drastic and my boobs aren't used to this kind of exposure-" Fuck, why did I say that! "Yeah, I think I'll just put my sweater back on" Sting backed way and said, "Don't bother, I think it's hot." Those words took me by surprise and I could feel the buds growing beneath the thin fabric. I have a feeling it's going to hard to sleep tonight.

I layed on the very edge of the bed with any slight movement I would be on the floor. I also made sure that my back was to him because I didn't want him to see my ... chest. Instead, he gets a clear view of my exposed back. I could feel his eyes tracing my back and the feeling of having someone watching me is not a feeling I can go to sleep to. I was also confused because I couldn't understand the change in his personality. Yesterday, he could barely look at me and today... today, I was the only thing he saw.

"Why are you watching me?"

"Is it bothering you?" he said in that deep, raspy voice. The voice that could bring me to my knees and had this magic hold on me that had the power anything he asked of me would be my command. Anything.

He then moved his body closer to mine and I could feel the heat released from his body. It warmed my backside and made my body ache for contact. Sting didn't stop there,I felt him place his arm on my hip. That motion alone caused a murmur of pleasure to escape my lips.

His hand continued its journey towards the buds that captured his attention earlier and they were very pleased with his visit as they rose to exceptional heights in his wake. I noticed that my breathing had gotten heavier as if I had just completed running a marathon.

He had this effect on me. Apart of me hated that he made me feel this way but certain body parts were overjoyed at the attention they were now getting and their joy was evident from the pulsing sensation in my pants and from the liquid that now soaked its fabric.

Against the will of certain body parts, I threw myself off the bed and quickly got up. "Why'd you leave?" he asked. I threw my hands around frantically and responded, "Because you....." I pointed my finger at him aggressively, "you are so confusing" I furrowed my eyebrows trying to figure out my boyfriend like an equation. "The other day you were running away from me and today you're trying to seduce. So I don't understand what's happening, I can't keep up with you. And now I'm all sexually frustrated and want you to fill every inch of me," Sting then patted his hand on the mattress motioning me to come back in bed "If you come back in I promise I will do just that." Though that sounded so tempting I needed to stay strong.

"but I'm not thinking straight so, I need to leave. "I grabbed my bags and headed towards the door but Sting swung me around and immediately slammed his face into mine. My body became useless. My limbs did their best to keep me up but I could feel them failing.

Even though I wanted to pull away as if on autopilot my hands just hugged the sides of his face deepening the kiss further leaving my sexual appetite hungrier/stronger and my will to leave weaker. He then lifted me with my legs wrapped around his waist and slammed me against the wall. While we were lost in each other's mouths I began grinding lady parts against him. He grunted exhaling a moan. Sting placed his hand on my box and began lazily caressing it, which drove me to absolute madness causing my head to flip back in pleasure. Slowly, I was placed back on the ground. "I got to get a condom." He went to the drawer beside the bed. In his absence, the fog that surrounded my brain began to clear up and the thought process I had before he began kissing me returned. Without even thinking I ran out the door.