Yugioh x reader oneshots

First taste of corruption (God! Atem x reader)

AN: You're not a prostitute lol. You just work there.
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  Atem glared at the brothel with something akin to hatred.
He didn't know why he allowed such an establishment to continue to exist. Being the God of creation, the one true king of all realms, granted him many perks. That included the decisions of what existed in said realms. He understood that humans had needs, Gods were the same in that regard. In fact, that was the reason why he was even standing in front of such a place of depravity to begin with. His advisors had noticed that his powers were becoming unstable. There was an imbalance within him, he could admit to that. It had been eons since he'd last engaged in such activities. His advisors had somehow convinced him to go 'get laid', as one in particular had so graciously put it. Atem sighed. As much as he appreciated his guardians, he really could've gone a lot longer without their meddling. Well. It was far too late to change his mind. Multiple Gods and Goddesses alike frequented this place, so he figured there was some quality 'product.' He hated referring to people as objects. Walking forward, he entered the building. Of course it was crowded, but he could immediately see why. Everyone, literally everyone, was absolutely gorgeous. From the prostitutes to the servants. Everyone was damn near flawless. All eyes landed on him as soon as he'd entered. He'd decided against hiding his identity, his sheer aura would've given him away anyway.
  "I-it's the Caliph! Make way immediately!"
  Atem smiled. It paid to be the Ruler of realms. Two servants approached, bowed, and then led him to the host. Atem's eyes widened. She was ethereal. Her (h/c) hair was styled in a way that appealed to her facial structure. Her (e/c) eyes framed with long, thick lashes, gazed at him in a way that, that alone would be enough to seduce him. Her (s/c) skin glowed under the natural rays of the sun. She wore a (f/c) dress that hugged her curves, yet flowed. She smiled, and it went straight to his heart, as well as his loins.
  "Welcome to Lotus' Temple, Caliph, we are eager to obey your every whim."
  "What is your name?" Atem asked, suddenly not at all interested in any other being besides this one. He didn't know what it was, but compared to her, everyone else seemed so mediocre.
  "My name is (Y/n), my Lord. We have many women to choose from, all are top quality, and all are willing to tend to your every need."
  "Does that include you?"
  (Y/n) blushed. "Um, yes. Of course, my Lord."
  Atem bit his lip. "Well, then tend to my needs, (Y/n)."
  (Y/n)'s eyes widened. "Oh, but that... That's not..."
  "Are you unavailable?"
  "She is!" A voice exclaimed from a room directly behind (Y/n).
  Atem chuckled at her eye roll as her boss came fumbling forward. He was a short, squat man with a receding hairline and a round belly. He practically threw himself to the floor, bowing with his forehead touching the floor. "You must be the owner of this place."
  "I am! All of my girls are eager to please you! Including my receptionist."
  (Y/n) blushed.
  Atem leered at her. "I'd be honored, but not here. I don't typically like audiences, as I tend to be... Rough." He turned to her boss. "How much?"
  The squat man rubbed his chin. "(Y/n) is the only untouched person I've employed. She's typically not for sale, but for you, my Caliph, 10,000 gold coins."
  Atem took the pouch he carried, and tossed it to him. He watched the owner struggle to catch and hold it. "There's 20,000 gold coins in that pouch. She will be mine exclusively, and I'll even overlook your other atrocities, just this once. I'll recall the Jackals. They've been at your window lately, haven't they? Hedori." He growled, letting the owner know that he knew exactly who he was.
  Hedori paled. "Y-you can have her! A token of my gratitude, for having mercy on the likes of me..."
  Atem smirked. "Of course." He turned to (Y/n). "Come, Lotus. I'm quite eager to know you."
  (Y/n), stunned, slowly got to her feet. She turned to her boss. "You just... Sold me?! Just like that!"
  Hedori placed the heavy pouch on the stand. "Resources well spent."
  "I'm your fucking daughter!" (Y/n) screamed, the hurt and disgust evident.
  Hedori growled, and raised his hand.
  Atem's eyes narrowed, and he was frozen in place. "I'd told you that I'd overlook your other atrocities just this once, and how do you respond? By attempting to strike a woman in my presence?! How ungrateful of you." He whistled, and two jackals appeared. They were enormous. Pure onyx in color, but their red eyes barely concealed the feral rage for the man before them. "End him." With that, Atem grabbed (Y/n)'s hand and left the building, the screams resounded behind them.
  "Where are you taking me?!" (Y/n) asked as she was pulled across the street.
  Atem turned and pressed his lips against hers feverishly, pulling a moan from the woman in his arms. He growled at her taste. Pure. Sweet. Something he'd forgotten in his eons of life. He pulled back slowly, his hands still cupping her face. "To different worlds, if you'll let me..." He told her sultrily.
(Y/n) couldn't fathom the intensity in which her body had reacted to such a simple action. Her skin hummed, and she felt her chest swell and tighten. There was a clench deep inside herself. She wanted him. Bad. He smelled like (y/f/s: your favorite smell), and she could feel the power radiating from him.
  Atem turned (Y/n) around and pulled her flush against him. With her back against his front, he began to gently nibble at her neck. He shivered at her soft moans, which grew a bit louder when he fondled her breasts. He pushed his groin against her ass, letting her feel how excited... How desperate he was for her. "Fuck! Tell me that you'll let me..." He whispered in her ear.
  (Y/n) blushed at the feel of him. He wasn't the caliph for nothing. Her body practically screamed for his touch. "Yes." She sighed.
  Atem grabbed her throat gently, applying just enough pressure to be able to control her movement. He slid his other hand into her dress, and rubbed his finger up and down her covered slit. "Mmmm... You're so wet, Milyla (The name of a flower I made up.). That's not what I told you to say." He growled. "Say that you'll let me."
  "I'll let you! Please Caliph!"
  Atem chuckled. He teleported them to his chambers. He then released her. "I'm going to ready our bath. You are free to explore my chambers. Come to the bathroom when I call for you. After our bath I'll oil you down, and then I'm going to spread your legs and devour you. Sound good?"
  (Y/n) blushed. "Of course..."
  "Good. I'll call you when I'm ready."
  (Y/n) looked around the chambers while Atem walked through another door. The walls were gold and covered in hieroglyphics, telling Atem's story when he ruled as Pharaoh. A large bed covered the center of the room. It was futuristic, as she'd never seen a bed that large. Looking up, she blushed at the large mirror placed directly above said bed. The rest of the room had tables, chairs, and large chests. She, being of low-class, has never seen such luxury. Even when she'd gone to live with her father after her mother's death the furniture hadn't been this advanced. She heard her name, and she walked through the door Atem had gone into. Steam gave a slight fog to the room, and the sweet scent of iris filled her nose. The walls were identical to the ones in the main chambers. A large water pool was in the middle of the room. Towels were stationed on a cot, and soaps and shampoos were on the rim of the water pool. She heard a splash, and she turned to see that Atem was already in the water. His muscles glistened with the water, and (Y/n) could've sworn her mouth started to water.
  Atem smiled. "Take your clothes off, slowly."
  (Y/n) did as she was told, blushing as he visually devoured her.
  Once she was naked, Atem stared. "You are absolutely ethereal... I'm surprised that you're a virgin."
  "Father said that he was saving me for my husband... But I guess he was actually just saving me for the highest bidder."
  "No, he was saving you for your husband, which is me. Now come here, Milyla."
  (Y/n) entered the water, sighing at the temperature. It was perfect, just like the God waiting for her. She walked over to him, and he pulled her into his strong arms. She wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. Their lips waged war, and she found herself pinned against the rim with her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel him, and she whimpered slightly. He expected to put that inside her?!
  Atem licked up her neck. "It'll fit baby, and it won't hurt. I promise you that. Now let me wash you."
  (Y/n) stood and looked up at him. "Caliph, do I not smell pleasing?"
  "It's not that," Atem replied. "I don't want to just take you. I want to be intimate. There's a spark between us, and I want to build a stronger connection. I'd like to explore my future wife. Will you allow me the honor?"
  (Y/n) blushed. "O-of course, Caliph."
  Atem smiled, and grabbed a wet cloth. He lathered the cloth with a mix of Ebers papyrus and scented oils, and then proceeded to thoroughly lather (Y/n)'s body. His movements were slow. Meticulous, as if he wanted to feel every part of her. Her soft sighs and moans were driving him crazy! She was sex on legs, and she had no idea. He made sure to wash all of her, paying particular attention to her nether regions. She gasped, surprised at the pleasure, and arched her back a bit. Atem tossed the wet cloth aside, and began circling her little bundle of nerves.
  (Y/n)'s head lolled back, and the breathless sigh that escaped caused a tremor to shoot up Atem's back. She hissed. "Th-that feels... Amazing! Please... Please Caliph! D-don't stop! Oh!"
  Atem picked her up and got out of the tub. He walked out of the bathroom and tossed (Y/n) onto the bed. She landed on the soft bed, but didn't have time to move before he was on her, kissing her feverishly. His mouth moved from hers to her neck. He moved lower, planting biting kisses as he went. (Y/n) whimpered, her entire body quivering at his ministrations. When he got to her closed thighs, he sat up and kissed her knee. "Let me see her." He spread her legs slowly, biting his lip when she was completely exposed. "She's beautiful." he lowered his head and relished (Y/n)'s scream. She tasted better than the finest ambrosia, and he quickly lost himself. Despite his kind nature, Atem was a ruthless lover. He showed his woman no mercy, and (Y/n) would be no different. However, unlike the others before her, she would be his last. She was so responsive. He gripped her thighs as he devoured her. Her juices flowed freely. He caught her hands as she tried to push his head away. Atem sat up and chuckled. She looked like a goddess. Her hair strewn about, her eyes hazy and glittering in amazement, her skin glowing and glossy with sweat. Her lips swollen from biting them. He ran his hand up her form, enjoying the quiver in response. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked. He had no intention of stopping, but he liked to hear the begging.
  "No!" (Y/n) cried, surprising Atem. "I-I... I want... More... Deeper... Please!"
  Atem bit his lip. He loved her. "Oh? You're ready for me?"
"Yes! Yes! Please!!"
  Atem pulled (Y/n) under him. He kissed her when she whimpered. He pressed into her slowly, the tightness pulling a moan from him. He pulled back, watching her face. Her eyes widened in surprise.
  "Holy shit..." was all she could say before moaning out. She grabbed onto Atem's arms, wiggling her hips to try and take him in faster.
  Atem grabbed her wrists and thrust into her fully. "Fuck!" He hissed. He pulled back to the hilt, and immediately began pounding her into the mattress. Her screams of pleasure were like a drug. His laugh came out through pants. "I told you, didn't I? Does it hurt? Hm?"
  "N-n-noooo aaaahhhhhhh!!" (Y/n) moaned. Atem was right. It hadn't hurt. It'd been the exact opposite. She'd thought with his size, that it would be painful for a bit. But no. Of course she'd imagined the moment she lost her virginity. But never in her wildest dreams did she think it would be like this. It was fire. It was passion. It was poisonous. No man would ever make her feel the things Atem did. He was ruining her, and she gladly fell. His moaning laughter made it even better. "Look above you." He'd told her. "Watch me ruin you." He grabbed her neck, forcing her into place as he picked up his pace. (Y/n)'s screams filled the room as she clenched around him. She couldn't hold back. She couldn't keep quiet. It was impossible with someone like Atem. He knew exactly what to do to drive her wild. "Fuck! Atemu! Please! Please! Oh! Y-You fuck like a God!"
  Atem chuckled both endearingly and darkly. She'd unknowingly used his name when said in endearment. If he hadn't known it all this time, he knew right then, that she would be his wife. "My love, I am a God." He lowered himself onto her and kissed her passionately. His pace slowed and deepened, and he allowed himself to be honest. He'd been holding his own voice back. Their moans and whispers of each other's name filled the room.
  'Damn he's fucking the shit outta her.' Joey commented.
  Atem's eyebrow twitched, but he was otherwise not disturbed.
  'Obviously. The entire realm can hear them. If Gods needed sleep, I'd have some words for my cousin.' Set growled.
  Atem's guardians were mentally in sync. It was mainly used for when they needed to speak with one another without the fear of prying ears. But most of the time, they used this ability for inappropriate conversations like these.
  Atem pulled out of (Y/n).
  "N-no! Put it back!" She cried.
  Atem chuckled. "Don't worry Milyla, I will. But first, turn your ass around, and spread those legs wide."
  'If you thought they were loud before, you're gonna really hear them now.' Joey laughed.
  'Yeah, big brother taught me that move.' Heba said. 'They both will feel it better. And he's more passionate with (Y/n) than anyone. So it's going to get messy.'
  'Wait, how do you know her? We only know her name, and that's because Atem's been screaming it all night.'
  Heba laughed. 'I'm his little brother! He tells me things that he won't really mention to you guys. But brother has been watching (Y/n) for a long time now. He said that she's his future wife. That's why he'd stopped his flings. He met (Y/n) before, but he erased her memories of that.'
  'Why?' Set asked.
  'Heba!' Atem called.
  'Let's just say that brother wishes he'd met her under far better circumstances.'
  "A-Atemu! Please! Please don't tease me anymore!"
  Atem chuckled. He hadn't meant to wait so long. He had to tell his friends to shut up so he could focus. "Of course, my love." With that, he slid back into her, shuddering at the feel. Her elated moan didn't help. He set a brutal pace immediately, listening to their moans bounce off the walls.
  "Atemu! Atemu! I'm gonna cum! Make me cum!"
  "Fuck... I know you are..." he hissed in pleasure. "Cum hard for your future husband."
  (Y/n) screamed as she came, quivering. Her walls squeezed Atem, taking him into oblivion.
  Atem moaned (Y/n)'s name as he rode out their orgasms. His body flopped on top of hers. He wrapped his arms around her, and then turned to his side. He spooned with (Y/n), rubbing her arms and thighs. "You were made for me... The eons I've spent searching for my wife, all led to that moment..."
  (Y/n) wrinkled her brow. "That moment? This is our first meeting..."
  Atem tightened his grip. "I need to show you something."
  There was a flash, and (Y/n) found her vision blackening...

  (Y/n) sighed in relief. She was by the Nile river, dressed in milk gold. It was the night of the full moon, the night where she worshipped the Caliph. During the day, she burned his favorite incense and sung for him. At night, she went to his beloved river and danced for him. This night was no different. (Y/n) began her dance as normal. Wherever the wind blew, she would follow. It was always windy these nights, as if her Caliph came down from his throne to dance with her. She giggled as she twirled, then stopped with a start at the new presences. It was 3 men, they all looked drunk, and their looks made her uncomfortable.
  "My, my... What's a beautiful woman such as yourself doing out here?"
  (Y/n) lowered her head, she didn't want them to know about her worship. Not because she was ashamed, but because they did not deserve to know. They held evil in their hearts. Her Caliph did not favor those who descended from the dark one.
  "Not talking eh? Oh look! She's wearing milk gold."
  "Those are the caliph's colors are they not?" Another one asked.
  Fear knotted her stomach as the wind began to pick up. She covered herself and backed away. "I-I was just... G-going home..."
  "I looked like you were dancing to me. Beautifully might I add... Let's see what sorta dance you'll do for us."
  (Y/n) went to run, but one of them grabbed her robes. It ripped with the force he used to pull her back into his arms. She cried and begged as they ripped the fabric of her robes away. Once she was in just her undergarments, they threw her to the ground. Suddenly, everything went silent. The wind. The river. Their laughter... Nothing but her sobs were heard as she peered up. A man stood with his back to her, but she could tell by the way her assailants trembled that this man was not to be trifled with. She knew who he was. She went to speak, but he'd stopped her.
  "We shall converse in a moment, my love." He said, his livid eyes never leaving the men cowering on the ground. "They do not deserve to have your voice as part of their final moments." She quieted. He stepped forward. "Now, did you truly think that you could not only intrude upon my love and I, but harm her, and I would stand by and do nothing?!"
  "C-Caliph! W-we didn't know she was your-"
  "'Those are The Caliph's colors, are they not?'" The Caliph repeated with a twisted grin. "Those were your words correct? You even made it a point to not show the proper respect my name deserves. So, any parting words?"
  "C-Caliph-!"
  "I don't care." The Caliph told them. He turned his head to (Y/n). "Close your eyes, my love. I don't want you to see this."
  (Y/n) closed her eyes...

  Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face.
  Atem sighed. "I'm sorry for keeping it from you. I just wanted us to have a clean slate."
  "Again." (Y/n) told him.
  "What?"
  "Again!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she moved. Atem found himself laying down with his lover sitting on him. She clenched, and a breathless cry left his lips. "Atemu, make love to me again."
  Atem looked up at her with an aroused, yet loving laugh. "I will, for all eternity..."