#stingeucliffesmut

Guysssss I’m so sorry for abandoning you collage is hard but I graduated so ill be able to post more I have a couple asks I’ll be posting soon but feel free to send more!!!!

Pairings: Sting x Minerva

Warnings: some slight smut towards the end

Sting was on a business call and I was bored. I sat on the couch, tangled up in a blanket, scrolling through my phone. I had binge-watched about six episodes of my show before I decided to go bother him.

I quietly tiptoed into Sting's office. He was relaxed in his chair. God, he looked so sexy. I plopped into his lap with a tiny grin, almost like I was daring him to move me.

“Cuddles,” I demanded in a soft whisper.

Sting pressed a kiss to my hairline. “Not now, love,” he whispered back.

“Yes, yes, of course, it won’t happen again,” he said, instantly going back to his call. I huffed.

I just want to spend time with my boyfriend—is that too much to ask? I pouted, glaring at Sting, having a mini staring contest. It was almost like he was daring me to misbehave.

He chuckled. “Could you excuse me for a moment?” he said before hanging up. I smiled, thinking we were finally going to cuddle.

“My love, I just have to finish this call and I’ll cuddle you, I promise. But this is a very important call—Rogue and Orga destroyed a bakery and the owner is not happy. I need to take care of this,” he told me, pressing a kiss to my lips before picking me up bridal-style and placing me on the couch.

I watched him get back on the call with a pout, but I quickly smiled as I got an idea. It might get me in trouble, but it was worth it. Plus, Sting was really sexy when he was mad.

I stripped off my shirt, leaving only my lacy white bra. I sat there for a moment before deciding to go through with my plan. I took off my bra and threw it at my boyfriend, giggling quietly.

Sting whipped his head toward me, checking me out.

“Would it be okay if I called you later?” he asked, before hanging up the phone. I bit my lip as Sting looked me over.

“Come kneel infront of me.” Sting muttered. I study the look on his face trying to figure out if he was pissed off or turned on. “Move like you have somewhere to be, Minerva.” He spoke tautly.

I quickly move to kneel in between his legs. Sting runs a hand through my hair. “My sweet girl, if only you would listen.” He tells me before he tweaks my nipple, pulling on it hard.

I go to speak, to say something, to apologize. “Hush baby.” Sting tells me a small smile playing on his lips. “You wanted my attention, you’ve got it.” Sting harshly pulls on my nipple again. He lets go and undoes his pants pulling out his half hard cock. “Suck.”

I bite my lip before I kitten lick at the tip. The hand that was in my hair tightens. “Dont tease Minerva.” He growls and I take him half way.