There's not enough Sting X Reader lemons and he's pretty damn sexy. So I'm taking it into my own hands to write one. And, by the way, I write 'X Reader' oneshots in a weird way. You'll see.
Reader's POV
After the Grand Magic Games, Sabertooth and Fairy Tail had become very close. I guess one could call them partners, as they were very similar and lots of the members were friends with the people from the other guild, and so on.
It was on the second last day of the Games that Sting approached me. He caught me alone one night on the way back to the inn and dragged me down an alleyway where he pinned me against the wall, a little too sensually for my liking. And he demanded to see me alone the day after the Games ended. Naturally, I went to see him and we have been seeing each other ever since.
It was the seventh time we had met in secret. It was midnight in Fiore and I was at the train station. A dark cloak covered my features so if I happened to see anyone from Fairy Tail, they wouldn't recognize me.
"(Y/N)!" A familiar voice called out my name. I spun around, knowing exactly who it was.
Sting was walking towards me, grinning. I frowned and marched up to him. "Shh! Do you want me to be found out?"
He narrowed his eyes and crossed his muscular arms. "I was expecting a better welcome."
We started walking out of the train station via the least crowded route. "And why is that?" I retorted.
"Well, we have been... you know..." He bit his lip, trying to find a word for it.
"Yes, I do know." I rolled my eyes. He knew I was messing with him.
We didn't speak for a few more minutes. Then I noticed we had long since passed where we usually met. "Sting, where are we going?" I stopped.
He turned and that was when I saw the weird look in his eyes. It looked. sort of like hunger, but different. Then his eyes cleared but his face stayed solemn. "You'll find out when we get there." He grabbed my hand. "Come on."
He had dragged me along for about five minutes when we reached the edge of town. He kept walking.
"Seriously, where are we going?" I stopped, jerking him backwards. He still didn't let go of my hand.
"It's not very far ahead," he evaded my question and dragged me along further. I pouted and let him.
We were walking through the forest and at night time, it was a little freaky. But Sting was there, and he made me feel safe.
Then the forest pathway expanded into a large clearing, where a small cottage sat. I frowned at it.
"What's this?" I asked. He pulled me up to the door and opened it.
"You'll see," Sting pulled me inside. "I thought we could do something... different today."
As soon as the door shut behind us, I felt strong arms wrap around me and push me against the wall. He had trapped me from behind and now had me pushed against the wall with my back pressed into his chest."Sting! What the-" He silenced me by latching onto my neck, sucking it expertly.
He hummed against my skin and pulled away. "I can't hold back from you anymore." Sting's voice was husky and filled with lust. It made my insides churn. He pulled my cloak away from me unceremoniously and dumped it behind him.
I turned around so I was facing him, my (E/C) eyes wide. "Sting, please... What are you doing?" I knew the answer but I needed some elaboration.
He frowned slightly. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Yes, but... More information, please."
I could sense the impatience in his voice. "I'm taking it further. I rented this cottage for one night, for the two of us. Alone, to fulfill any dark desires you want." A lusty smirk came to his face. "But for now... I'm in charge."
He started kissing my neck intimately again while he unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor. I pulled his vest off, taking his shirt with it. His hands traced my figure, outlining every curve and examining my body. It sent shivers all through my body, the way he touched me.
He pulled away from my neck to pull off my shoes, soon after pulling my skirt down. And he was standing there in his jeans while I had merely my underwear and bra on.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you?" I raised an eyebrow and he chuckled.
"What can I say? You're beautiful." I felt my cheeks heat up.
Sting wrapped his arms around me and claimed my mouth. Within a moment, he pushed through my lips and started exploring my mouth. At the same time, he unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing my breasts. He grabbed hold of them, making me gasp through the kiss, which in turn allowed him to enter deeper into my mouth. He had gained complete dominance over me.
His hands worked my breasts tirelessly, thumbing the nipples and massaging them intimately. I moaned and let myself fall limp underneath him, allowing him to take complete control over me.
Sting pulled away from the kiss and allowed his hands to move to my behind. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist so I wouldn't fall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts into his bare, muscular chest, which earned a low, guttural growl from him.
He carried me to the bed and laid me down, towering over me. I traced my fingers along his muscles. He was truly the epitome of perfection, with his spiked up blonde hair, his gorgeous gray eyes and his amazing figure. That scar across his eyebrow added to his rugged beauty.
He smirked and leant down to whisper in my ear. "My, my. You seem to have an obsession with my chest. Is that your weak spot for me?"
I frowned. "I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve to make you whimper like a dog. So don't think you're dominant permanantly."
"I'll hold you to that." His tone and level of voice stayed the same. He was still whispering lustfully into my ear. "Actually, I'll hold you wherever I want. You're mine."
Sting pulled away and traced his fingers down my body. He stopped at my waist and pulled my underwear off, revealing my wet core.
He smirked. "Eager, are we?"
"I could say the same to you," I gestured with my head towards the bulge in his jeans.
He frowned. "I guess we should tend to that."
"I'd only be too glad."
He pulled off his jeans and boxers, exposing his erection. He stood there in his naked glory. He was fabulous, and he knew it.
Sting took my legs and folded me in half so my knees were touching my ears. I could feel my arousal pumping through me, white hot, preparing for him to be inside me. He positioned himself at my entrance and looked at me, a lusty and hot look in his eyes. I gave him a small nod, as if showing him I was ready. Then he pushed inside me.
The moment he entered me, I felt ecstasy spread from my core out to every inch of my body. My back arched and I let out a long moan of pleasure. Due to the position I was in, he pushed so deep inside me. It definitely gave him more access than usual.
He groaned. "Fuck... You're so tight..." I could only answer with a moan. I wasn't capable of speaking or thinking. I doubted I could move my body if I had to think about it.
I exhaled his name. And again. He had complete ownership of my body, and my heart. "Sting... Sting..."
He started to move and that's when it hit me. My body wracked and I cried out deliciously. His body against mine was all that mattered at that moment of time and I wanted to be his forever.
He took no time in speeding up. In a few mere moments he was slamming relentlessly into my core.
I cried out and moved with his body. The sound of skin against skin and our pleasure combining was the equivalent of heaven. He groaned. "Fuck yes, (Y/N)!"
I was uncapable of saying anything except for his name and the occasional curse word. I could feel my pleasure mounting and my summit nearing.
"Oh fuck... I'm close, (Y/N)," he threw his head back and let out a string of curse words.
"Mmm... Me too," I gasped and moaned as he pounded into my depths. I was at the edge and holding on for him.
When our orgasms came, it hardly did earth-shattering justice. As soon as I felt him reach his limit, I couldn't hold on. I orgasmed gloriously, screaming his name. My nails ripped down his shoulders and my back arched like a bridge. I pressed myself into his body as I fell into the glorious nothingness.
He orgasmed with me. His juices spilled into me as mine did. Our essences became one, just as our bodies were. I could feel my body breaking, shattering as my high came to its end.
Sting couldn't hold up any longer. He collapsed on top of me. I was panting heavily and I gently touched his back, where welts were already showing up.
"Sorry," my voice was hoarse from my orgasm. Too out of breath, he just shook his head to say 'It's fine'.
I paused. "I love you.."
"Me too," he exhaled breathlessly and I couldn't help but smile.
We laid there, regaining our breath. It was several minutes later when he pulled out of me and looked me in the eye. His hair was plastered to his head from sweat and his body was glistening. At that moment, there was nothing more beautiful in the world than Sting Eucliffe in his naked glory.
"Round two?" I asked. He grinned breathlessly at me.
"You know it."
Should I continue this and make it an actual Sting X Reader story? It's probably gonna be PWP and full of lemony stuff like what you just read... Anyways, let me know what you thought and I will appreciate it very much :) I'm actually really tempted to continue this... I've got lots of perverted ideas ;) Anyway, let me know what you think!