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Luminescence

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This is going to be a collection of StingYu and Rokino smutty oneshots – possibly a few with both couples at once. It's total PWP, please don't read too deeply into it, and each oneshot will be in a different AU, so don't think that Yukino is just bed hopping or something (not that anything's wrong with that!)

It will go StingYu, RoKino, StingYu, Rokino, in that order. I will throw the threesome in somewhere between.

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The cover art is by the absolutely wonderful Arlie! She is known as arliee (ffnet), Juvvias (tumblr), and jellalferfanfez (her art blog).

Please go check out her work! She is phenomenal - thank-you, Arlie!

Warning: VERY sexually explicit scenes. By continuing you acknowledge that you are aware there are adult situations in the following chapters, and have willingly agreed to read them.

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail, its respected characters and its plot are all sole property of Hiro Mashima. Any resemblance to other pieces of literature or fiction, whether published online or on paper, is purely unintentional and merely coincidental.

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The sounds she made were what he enjoyed the most, Sting Eucliffe decided as he stared down at the girl caged between his arms. It was late – later than either of them should be awake, really – but it seemed the only time they could manage an intimate meeting was well into the night, after everyone had either drunk themselves into nocturnal comas or wandered off to the local bars.

Not to mention, Yukino just seemed to come alive past midnight – Sting would be a liar if he said it didn't influence his performance when she would scream his name until the early morning. Listening to her cries as he claimed her again and again, echoing through the empty guild's halls…they really kept him going, expending every ounce of energy he had.

"Nng," she was shifting as he settled between her legs, knees bent and pleated skirt hiking up her thighs, warm core rubbing deliciously against his growing erection, "Sting…you know how much I hate it when you look at me like that."

A wicked grin broke out against the young man's features.

He was going to have some fun tonight.

"Look at you how?" leaning down so his breath could ghost against her lips, Sting held her gaze.

Yukino rolled her hips again – damn that vixen. Hell, he had actually been doing work before she came simpering in, restless as anything with that damn skirt swishing around her legs, its fabric lifting up dangerously as she sat on the edge of his bed.

'I'm busy, y'know,' he had droned, leaning back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head, 'so this had better be worth my time.'

Truth be told, it was always worth his time – but nothing was wrong with a little cat and mouse.

'My apologies, Sting-sama…' Oh gods, he had already known where this was going just from her sugary tone of voice – he had picked up the musky scent of her arousal before she even knocked on the door.

Before she could reply, that damn temptress swung her legs up, skirt breezing up higher as her fingers traveled lower, scent flooding his nostrils with the promises of what was to come.

His mouth had begun to water then.

She had smiled so sweetly – and to be honest, it had made his heart swell. Gods, he would have been lying if he said he didn't feel some sort of ridiculously feverish rush when she was around him.

'I had just been thinking about how terribly bad I wanted you inside of me,' it was blunt, yet somehow just so innocent, so Yukino, as she began to stroke herself with her fingers, a delicious whine escaping from her lips as a darkened spot began to grow against the crotch of her panties.

Just thinking about her rubbing herself to the thought of him…it took every single inch of effort not to completely ravage her mouth with his own, bite and lick those darling plump lips of hers, drill into her until –

She bucked her hips lightly, and he was brought back to present.

"You know how…" Yukino murmured in an attempt to answer his previous question, averting her eyes from Sting's own as a flush crept against her cheeks, "like you…"

Hissing, Sting's hips followed the pace Yukino set and increased it exponentially, grinding roughly against that sweet spot between her legs. The girl arched her back as he bent down, hot breath ghosting the shell of her ear.

"Like I…?"

He trailed one, two, three kisses, feather light, down the curve of her jaw, hovering above the column of her throat before continuing further.

"Don't make me say it," her fingers wove through Sting's flaxen hair, knotting against his scalp as she tried to push him closer to her skin, "please."

The length of his tongue ran along her neck, lathering its pulse point and feeling a swell of pride as the girl elicited an adorable little mewl. Ah, fuck it all, she sounded too good for him to continue with this foreplay.

"You're being so polite today, Yukino," Sting paused to gently suck at her skin before continuing, "what gives, eh? 'Please'? Really?"

She mouth opened to reply, but all that came out was a throaty moan while her lover sank his teeth into her, biting, tonguing, devouring her skin like a starved man.

Raising his head, Sting relieved her of his ministrations only to bring two fingers up to her mouth, opening his own lips as instruction. Yukino glanced at him briefly before complying, taking both of his digits and sucking them as he pumped their length against her tongue. Once heavily coated in her saliva, Sting removed the fingers, replacing them with his own tongue as the two met for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Yukino ran her hands back through his hair again, massaging his scalp as he took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it roughly, only releasing it to dive back in once more, consuming her mouth with his own in a bruising kiss.

Enough.

Sting grasped her thigh, lifting it up just so, as he pressed himself firmly against her soaked panties, rolling his hips forward and up so she could feel his hardness in its ultimate entirety. Yukino panted out his name, tearing her lips away until her lover chased after them, tongue plunging back into her mouth in dominance. Though they both still had on clothes, neither could deny how delicious it felt as he continued to thrust the tip of his engorged head against her slit.

Lifting his lower half back up, Sting moved his hand – fingers still wet from Yukino's mouth – and rubbed an experimental circle with the pad of his finger against the fine bud of her clothed clitoris. The girl called out his name, extending the final syllable with a sweetened whine, as he parted the crotch of her panties to plunge his wet fingers in between her folds.

No mercy.

Yukino's back arched, her pale tank top stretching across the expanse of her chest, exposing hardened nipples. Taking this newfound opportunity, Sting enveloped one greedily, lathering the pebbled tip with his tongue before noisily slurping it into his mouth. He soon paid the same attention to the other while his fingers continued to work inside of Yukino in a maddening rhythm – quickening their pace, slowing down until she huffed in annoyance. Sting then stopped completely, only to slowly pull out to slam them back in, curling inside of her walls, enjoying the sucking sound it made.

The poor girl was a mess now, juices spilling out and pooling just below her ass, and Sting himself was beginning to tire of the fingering as well. Removing his mouth from her breast, he looked back up at his lover's face, a smug smile tugging at his lips at the sight.

Gods, and what a sight it was. Yukino had the back of her hand placed against her lips, but he could see through the creases of her fingers that her mouth was ravaged raw. Likewise, her neck was in a similar state, covered with small, purpling welts, marring her creamy skin. Sweet, luminescent silver hair had spilled and mussed itself against his bedspread, strands framing her honeyed, half-lidded eyes.

Now it was becoming torturous – for he swore the world had stopped then, his heartbeat all-too loud in his ears. Just to think…several months prior he had almost allowed her to walk away from him, from this guild. He had been so ready to let her go, what sort of foolish piece of shit…

Yukino's hand had reached out, cupping Sting's face then, as if she had read his mind and felt his guilt, fingers caressing his cheek as her thumb dipped to run against his bottom lip. Sting closed his eyes, exhaling before moving to lightly press the fullness of his lips against the thumb's pad before he took it between his teeth, sucking gently.

They hadn't needed words for what either had wanted to say in that moment. He knew that she knew how he felt already – he always mumbled out messy apologies between mugs of ale, whispered regrets against the crown of her head as they lay tangled in each other's limbs.

The past was the past.

Sting removed his fingers completely from within her, Yukino groaning out in protest like a child at the loss of his touch. He shook his head, leaning back up to peck a kiss against her lips.

"So, Yukino," his voice was low – gravelly, "you never specified, how is it that I look at you?" his fingers kept busy still – though unsheathed from her, Sting continued to rub them up and down the slit of her pussy.

"Ahn," she mewled out, hips bucking shallowly, "l-like…"

Sting began to kiss his way back down once more, moving both sets of hands to her panties, pulling them off as he reached his intended destination between her thighs. Throwing the troublesome garment off to the recesses of his room, the dragon slayer pushed up her skirt, smirking down at Yukino's center.

Gods, it smelled so fucking good – like a full course meal waiting for him to envelop, drenched in her scent and glistening like dew covered fruit.

Despite his age, Sting had seen several intimate parts of women, and each had been different in their own ways, but Yukino…her nether lips were round, plump, and the most perfect blushing shade of pink, darkening the further you delved. Framed by neatly trimmed silvery strands of hair, it was just so…Yukino.

And he never got tired of seeing it.

"Like?" Sting prompted once more, gazing back up so that their eyes could lock. He wet his lips, moving to gingerly kiss the inside of her thigh, and Yukino thrashed her head from side to side.

"Like you want to eat me!"

Those magic words.

The dragon slayer dove in then, tongue flicking against her slit briefly before he engulfed her folds into his mouth, jaw working against her and nose bumping her budding clit. He threw her thighs over his shoulders, laying flat and parallel to the bed as he lapped at her folds, sucking and pulling until Yukino begun crying out his name, her hips raggedly moving at a pace for him to match with the thrusts of his tongue.

Sting hummed appreciatively and she must have enjoyed the sensation – the girl threw her head back, calling out his name, while he only could pick up speed, licking up every drop that spilled from her center.

Moving his tongue out of her so it could curl around her clit, Sting pulled and tugged the bud, pushing two fingers back into her. This time there was no build up, no fast then slow, the dragon slayer pumped his fingers in and out of her until he could feel her orgasm building – walls tightening, breaths growing airier and airier, as she called out his name in raw pleasure, sobbing for him to bring her to her release, threatening him in between pants, cursing him if he dare stopped.

Sting lifted his head, sucking at the inside of her thigh and murmuring a string of dirty, dirty words against its skin, fingers continuing to work her until it was all too much and she came with such force against his hand that Sting felt his erection twitch in heightened anticipation.

The dragon slayer let her ride the orgasm out against his fingers, pressing his thumb to her clit. Sting waited until she had fully expended herself before he gingerly removed his fingers, sitting back up and bringing them to his mouth, licking her nectar clean off.

Yukino watched him with glassy eyes, before Sting finally looked over, offering his hand to her so that she could taste herself – she gladly mimicked her earlier actions, and Sting couldn't help the guttural groan that parted his lips.

Troublesome clothes were still getting in the way though, Sting huffed to himself as he glared down at his strained erection. Thankfully he had done away with pants long before Yukino had come through the door, but his boxer briefs weren't granting much in terms of comfort and space.

Rolling off of the bed so that he could hurriedly remove the clothing, he barely noticed as Yukino had shifted, crawling over to reach out and palm the length of the erection through his briefs before sliding them down his hips.

His member, fully at mast, sprang out.

"Sting-sama," her voice lilted, fingertips rubbing the precum that beaded from his tip, "allow me to return the favor?"

Before Sting could object, her hot mouth had slid him into its recesses, hand gripping his base as she bobbed up and down expertly, mindful of his impressive length. Pulling his erection out, Yukino lapped up the salty liquid as it dribbled down, the flat expanse of her tongue trailing down to run up the underside of his shaft. She sucked his tip into her mouth, hand beginning to gently pump.

Yukino knew he was enjoying it, only because of the small growls that would thrum against the heavy air every so often. His hands had begun to comb through her hair whilst his hips bucked into her grip, teeth clenching against the sensation.

Sting was going to cum soon if she kept this up – and to be honest, he was not in the mood for letting himself go just yet.

Lacing his fingers through her hair, Sting gently pulled against the crown of her head, prompting the girl to look up at him.

Yukino removed her mouth with a pout and Sting's legs grew weak from the loss of contact, until she looked up at him, pink tongue darting out to lick across her upper lip.

"Is something wrong?" her tone was laden with worry – no matter how many times they had sex, no matter how many times she blew him, there seemed to consistently be a tiny, miniscule part of Yukino that poisoned her confidence with doubt.

Sting's heart tightened.

"Nothing is wrong at all," the dragon slayer slid his hand from Yukino's hair to the curve of her jaw, lovingly stroking her cheek with his thumb, "I just really want to fuck you right now."

You'd think she hadn't been sucking on his dick several moments ago with the beet-red blush that spread across Yukino's cheeks.

Sting let out a bark of laughter.

"Don't go playing coy, now," he climbed onto the bed, smacking her ass playfully. Yukino squealed at the harsh contact, flipping back over to lightly backhand him back, but Sting was quicker than her – naturally – and instead shackled the girls wrist in his grip, pulling her towards him.

Tilting her chin up with a single finger, Sting met his lips against hers, lightly nibbling against her bottom lip before pulling back away.

"Take off your shirt."

His playfulness was gone, but as Yukino removed her top and began to unzip her skirt, Sting stalled her movements again.

"Leave on the skirt," he flashed a grin, "I love the skirt."

Yukino's eyes widened momentarily, until a smile quirked against her lips.

"I'll leave it on if you let me be on top, first."

Now it was Sting's turn for his eyes to widen.

They had done many positions before, of course, but Yukino had always been…more of a submissive as opposed to a dominant, very rarely did she want to be anywhere else but under him, moaning as he pounded her against the headboard or wall.

Or his desk.

Or the shower stall.

Lying back down onto his back, Sting began to stroke his member, cocky smile playing across his lips.

"Be my guest, then."

Yukino crawled over, rubbing her hands against his chiseled chest before she pulled herself flush against his cock, kneeling so that her core rested just above his tip. Sting clenched his jaw as his hands moved to lightly caress the girl's thighs, encouraging her to continue.

So. Fucking. Close.

He swore, if she dragged this out any longer, he was just going to throw her onto her back and have his way with her – this was quickly becoming a matter of life or death.

As she lowered her torso, Yukino's breath hitched and she bit her lip to resist crying out. Gods, he filled her up so nicely – it was indescribable, the heat that pooled in the pit of her stomach every time she felt him enter her, it just got better and better.

Sting was still gripping onto her thighs, trying with everything he had not to force her down entirely on him – he wanted her to take her time, explore the new territory, but his patience would soon disappear altogether. Lifting up his hips to meet her, the entirety of his shaft sheathed itself inside of her, and they both cried out. As Sting brought his hips back down, Yukino followed suit, and soon they had built a delicious rhythm as she began to ride him and he thrust up harder and harder.

Her skirt tickled his stomach as she leaned down, her chest rubbing against his as their lips met in a heated embrace, Sting thrusting his tongue into her mouth in tune to his cock. Soon enough, Yukino could barely move, Sting's pace becoming impossible to keep up with, and he took this window of opportunity to switch their positions, caging Yukino back underneath him – just as they had started.

"Nngh," she sounded displeased, "Sting-sama…"

Oh, so he wasn't just 'Sting' now?

Kissing her again, the dragon slayer silenced the girl below him before he moved his arms underneath her legs, hooking them into the crooks of his elbows and spreading her center for him.

Turning his attention away from her lips, Sting leaned down to pant against her temple, hoarse voice whispering into her ear,

"Do you like that, Yukino?" he purred, pulling out entirely before slamming back into her.

Sting repeated the action again and again, each time eliciting an even louder cry from the girl below him, until he thought to hell with it and began to ram into her once more, skin slapping skin.

"Do you like it," his voice wavered and he swallowed heavily before continuing, "when I fuck you like this?"

She may have nodded, she may have whispered a 'yes', but all Sting could see were stars as he drilled into her, moving a hand to grip her shaking breast, kneading it in his palm.

"Do you like my big cock inside of you?" he stalled, completely sheathed, panting against the crook of her neck, "Do you?"

"Y-yes," she simpered, "yes, I like it so much!"

"Say it, then," he sucked her neck, pulling his hips back, "say how much you love my cock inside of you."

Yukino whimpered, arching her back in an attempt to bring him closer to her, but Sting only tugged his hips back further away from her.

"Ugh, Sting!" Ah, yes.

"Mm?"

"Please!" her voice broke.

"Say it, and I will."

"Gods," she sounded like a child throwing a temper tantrum, "I love having your cock inside of me, now fuck me!"

"Such language," he brought his lips back to hers, tangling their tongues as he crashed back into her, swallowing every moan and cry that followed.

Her walls were tightening again, and he could feel the familiar pooling of carnal heat in his groin, coursing through his veins as his own orgasm built. Tearing his lips away from hers, Sting found solace back in the crook of Yukino's neck, murmuring her name like a prayer in succession.

Curling his arm around her thigh, he began to rub her clit at an increased rate, just enough that the girl finally began to scream out his name.

"Cum for me," he lifted his head up to sloppily kiss her jaw, her throat, her neck again, "cum for me, cum for me, cum for me."

And she did, a long, loud, piercing wail echoed against his bedroom walls, and for once Sting was happy he had left his windows open for the world to hear.

In turn, his entire body was on fire, every single nerve about to explode as her walls gripped and pumped his member in tune to his lover's own release. Sting cried out Yukino's name as he reached the apex of his orgasm, sinking teeth into her neck, and filling her to the brim with his seed, collapsing against her as the mess between their legs flooded out onto the bed.

Well, fuck. He had literally just done laundry.

Yukino began peppering his face with kisses – chin, mouth, jaw, cheek, temple, forehead, and finally, the scar that sliced through his brow bone.

Sting, for the most part, could barely catch his breath, but he did slowly slide out, providing just enough room for the girl to curl against his bare chest, gently kissing any part of skin she could come into contact with, humming with contentment.

"So," her quiet voice mumbled against his collarbone, "was it?"

Sting opened an eye lazily, gazing down at Yukino.

"Was it what?" he mumbled, circling an arm around her shoulders, stretching out like a cat.

"Worth your time," Yukino kissed his throat.

The dragon slayer shifted, pulling the girl until she was on top of him again, breasts pushing against his own pectorals. He kissed their hips together, member already hardening again.

"Let's find out," Sting grinned, crushing his mouth to hers.

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Notes:

I have no regrets.

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