Yugioh x reader oneshots

Season 0 Yami x Reader (Hide and seek)

(Y/n) ran through the abandoned school, cursing these twisted turn of events. What had seemed to be just a normal school during the day turned into something of a nightmare at night. The exits had disappeared, essentially trapping her in the building with a psychopath! She could hear his voice over the intercom chuckling.
"There's no sense in running my beauty... You're only delaying the inevitable."
"Fuck off! You damned psychopath!"
The voice chuckled again. "Such foul language coming from such a pretty mouth... I wonder what other things it can do..."
"Bite! Bitch!" (Y/n) countered fiercely as she ducked behind some lockers.
A growl sounded. "You'll be punished for that."
Silence. She knew that he was coming after her now. (Y/n) couldn't help but to think of what had gotten her in this situation to begin with.

(Y/n) sat in her seat in the classroom, listening to the teacher drone on and on. It was redundant to her at this point. At this point, it felt like she was learning the same thing in different forms. Papa had said that she'd needed to blend in, but how could she when she already knew every lesson to be taught? Nothing new was done under the sun. She sighed gratefully when the bell rung, and began packing her things. If she left now, she could catch up with (b/f) to resume their training. Her name was called, and she turned to see Yugi walking towards her. Or rather, his darker half. (Y/n)'s (h/l) (h/c) hair was in a (h/s). Her (e/c) eyes narrowed as he stood beside her desk. Her (s/c) skin glowed naturally under the artificial light. She turned to him, unintentionally revealing how tight the uniform clung to her athletically voluptuous frame. It was the largest size they had that would fit her, and allowed her to make her own modifications to the skirt. It was a bit longer than normal, but at least it covered her ass completely. Thanks mom. Her full lips were straight.
"How can I help you?" She asked.
He crossed his arms. "You speak coldly to someone you consider a friend."
(Y/n) giggled. He looked similar. Same tri-colored star shaped hair, but the outline was red, not purple. His eyes were crimson. A far cry from the violet she was used to. He was also a bit taller than normal. Usually they were the same height. This person was taller than her. Everything else was the same. His skin was peach tone, and his lips were full. But it was his aura that gave him away the most. Yugi's aura was rainbows and sunshine. This man's aura was dark. Not evil, but dark. Similar to her own. "Yugi is my friend. You are a body snatching nuisance. I don't know about anybody else, but I know my baby panda when I see him."
He chuckled. "Your 'baby panda' is fine. The only person he doesn't mind calling him that is you. However, just because you are his friend it doesn't mean I'll take kind to you speaking to me like that."
"You can't beat my ass so you might as well shut the fuck up and be calm about it." (Y/n) chriped. "There's no sense in being banished for annoying someone."
She suddenly gasped as she was snatched out of her seat with incredible force. His hands quickly moved from her collar to her arms before she could hit him.
"You're right." He growled. "I am not Yugi. I am Yami. You've lost your everlasting mind thinking that you can talk to me like that. So let's play a game. A Yami no game. If you win, I'll allow you to banish me. But if I win, I get to devour you."
"Fine," (Y/n) growled. "But just know that when I win. I'm knocking your head between the desk and the chair."
Yami chuckled darkly. "We shall see little spitfire, we shall see."

Needless to say, (Y/n) had lost. Now here she was running for what was most certainly her life! The bastard must've cheated or something. She didn't understand how a simple board game could've turned into this! Her hypersensitive ears picked up footsteps. They were coming up the hall! Fuck! There wasn't a room close enough to where she could sneak into without being seen. Had it not been for the rules she'd have no problem evading capture. But if she used too much of her power, she'd be in violation of the rules. She wasn't stupid. She knew no good came from defying him. But she wasn't letting him take her soul either. He wanted her power, and in order for him to take it, he would have to devour her soul.
"I know you're near (Y/n). I can smell your scent. Do you know what you smell like?" He asked. Silence, to be expected. He smirked. "Like cotton candy... Such... Innocence... I want it."
(Y/n) trembled under the sound of his voice. He sounded hungry. For what? She wasn't sure, and wasn't willing to find out. She took off her shoes and socks. She didn't need the sound of her shoes giving away her position, and she didn't need her socks making her slip. She closed her eyes, and allowed her aura to surge out. She willed a door down the opposite hall to slam. Yami took off in that direction, and (Y/n) took off the other way and up the stairs. Being an assassin, she had been in Yami's position on numerous occasions. She remembered every blunder her victim made that helped her find them. One of those blunders being socks and shoes. The hunter had become the hunted, but she knew Yami's role well. He would not catch her so easily. Scent was another thing. He had mentioned it, so she knew that her ruse wouldn't deter him for long. Quickly, she ran into the bathroom. She took off her uniform, wiped any sweat she had on it, and then threw it in a classroom. She ran under the teacher's desk when she heard footsteps approaching. The door to the classroom slid open. (Y/n) covered her mouth as she willed herself not to tremble.
"I know you're in here my beauty... I smell your scent clearly."
Silence.
(Y/n) suddenly cried out as hands reached under the teacher's desk and pulled her from under it. She tried to fight, but quickly found herself pinned onto the desk with Yami between her legs. How did he find her!? She had placed her clothes in the closet furthest from the classroom! "Let go of me!"
Yami chuckled darkly. "No, I haven't had my prize yet."
(Y/n)'s eyes widened as her wrist were suddenly bound by an invisible force.
Yami ran his hands up and down her legs. "Such beautiful legs... Yugi and I often wondered how they'd look quivering..."
A hic left her lips at that. She'd thought she knew what he'd meant when he said he'd devour her. But she hadn't. Now she knew that it was never her soul that he wanted. His crimson eyes gleamed as he looked her up and down, taking in her form. She only wore a bra and panties. Yami chuckled. "You really are an assassin aren't you? You were smart enough to know that sweat clung to your clothes... But I wasn't talking about sweat. I can smell your soul. You can't get rid of that scent. My sweet little spitfire. (Y/n), I'm going to make you scream."
(Y/n) went to retort, but her words died as Yami began circling the little bundle of nerves outside of her underwear. Slowly. Deliberately. She gasped slowly. Her eyes closed as her back arched. This feeling was new. It built up, and then spread out. As if every cell in her body ignited one by one.
Yami smirked, gazing at her. Her first taste of corruption. He wanted her savour it. Her legs flexed, and her toes curled. She bit her lip.
"Hmmm... Where is all of that fire now?"
(Y/n)'s makings revealed themselves, and as if to answer, small embers began to appear around her. Flames soon followed. They spiraled around her form, as if to entice him. A black rose bloomed on her left cheek, and black henna covered from her wrists to her shoulders like tattoos, but they weren't. Green vines adorned her thighs, and black roses bloomed from each interception the vines made. Yami's eyes widened, but it was clear that (Y/n) hadn't noticed. He scratched his nails down her thigh. She cried out. He chuckled. Those roses were sensitive. Her panties were damp, and Yami slid them off. Kneeling, he blew a breath against her. She gasped, and then gave a breathless cry as Yami's tongue licked between her folds. He moaned at his first taste of her. She tasted sweet, and had a nice scent. But of course she would. He watched her eat many fruits throughout the day in school. He pressed his face deeper, and allowed his hands to wander. Her skin was smooth, and he could feel the muscles flexing beneath. She might not have looked like it, but he believed that her words held truth. She would be able to best him. In physical combat. In their current battle however, she was no match. Her sounds did a number on him though. Soon, he stopped and rose to his feet to gaze upon his handiwork. (Y/n)'s face was flushed, and her eyes glittered in virginal fear and dark curiosity. A light sheen of sweat covered her, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Yami growled suddenly. She was still in her bra. The offensive piece of clothing covered her. Him. Yes, it covered him as well. She was his. He simply popped the front of it, and peeled the broken cups away. Her mounds were nice and firm. They sat on her chest like perfect circles. He cupped one in his hand, and chuckled when she gasped. "You're so beautiful my sweet, and look how even more beautiful you've become... With your first taste of corruption..."
(Y/n) whimpered. "Please..."
Yami smirked. He knew what she wanted. He stripped himself out of his clothes. He watched (Y/n) as she took in his own physique, and then blushed. He held himself in his hand. He was fully aroused, and he could see the fear in her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He told her. Yami held one of her legs up. He rubbed himself against her with a sigh of bliss. He wanted to take her hard against the teacher's desk, but he refused to hurt her. Besides, there would be other times. He could wait. Once he was lubricated, he cupped (Y/n)'s cheek. "With this, you are mine." He began to press into her.
(Y/n) cried out and arched her back. He was well endowed, and the feel of him spreading her was uncomfortable. Yami leaned forward and whispered in her ear. The pain was near nonexistent as she listened. She could feel him sliding all the way inside of her. He moaned as he did this, and the sound made (Y/n) gasp. She liked that sound. She moved her hips a bit, and heard the sound again. Yami moved then, at a gentle pace. She gasped. The flames around her still spiraled around her. He was surprised that he wasn't burned, but then again he was burning. Every nerve in his body singed with the wondrous heat he'd experienced. He knew that (Y/n) had no idea what she was doing. He realized that her powers were tied to her emotions. Since she was drowning in pleasure, she burned him with it. He wanted to feel her all around him. He released her arms, at his own peril. (Y/n) could still very well beat him into the ground. But he sensed that she'd wanted the same thing as him. Once (Y/n) realized that she was free, she grabbed onto his arms. "Yami..."
Love me. He heard the request loud and clear. He pulled her to him, and then got onto the desk completely. They moved against each other feverishly. Their cries filled the room. (Y/n)'s flames spiraled around them both, but Yami remained unharmed. He watched her panting and calling his name. She clutched onto him helplessly as he laid her down on the desk. He set a brutal pace. She was quivering against him. The flames burned brighter, and he could feel her scratching down his back. They were both drowning in the flames of passion.
"Fuck... (Y/n)..." Yami called out.
"Please! Don't stop!"
Yami chuckled at that. He would never. He thrust passionately, until he hit a spot that made her scream.
"Right there!"
Yami chuckled. "Right there baby?" He asked, lightly grazing it. He rubbed her leg, and then pinned her hands above her head. (Y/n) opened her eyes in surprise. She looked at him, and saw him glaring down at her in anger.
"Now my sweet, do you remember what you called me during our little game of hide and seek?"
(Y/n) gulped, and her eyes told him that she knew exactly what word he was referring to.
Yami chuckled. He whispered in her ear. "Let me make you my bitch real quick, and if you cum without permission, I'll never hit that spot again."
That was (Y/n)'s only warning before Yami began slamming into her sweet spot. She screamed, and struggled against him. Yami moved both of her hands to one of his, and gripped her hip. She wasn't escaping this. She'd remember the next time she spoke to him like that. He could hear himself sliding in and out of her. Screams of his name and apologies fell from her lips, but he was having none of it.
"You better not ever in life talk to me crazy again." He growled out.
"I won't! I won't! Yami please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" (Y/n) screamed.
"Mm. Mm." Yami said, not stopping. He wasn't showing her any mercy. She opened her mouth in a soundless scream. He licked up and bit her neck. No one would even think to touch her. He'd make sure of it. He was close, and he could tell by the way her walls tightened around him that she was too. They panted as sweat covered their bodies.
"You ready to cum my sweet?" Yami asked. She nodded feverishly. "Cum!"
(Y/n) threw her head back and screamed. The feel of her walls quivering around him was too much, and Yami groaned as he came. He rode out both of their orgasms, and fell on top of (Y/n).
"Fuck." They sighed at the same time.

The next day, consisted of Yami smirking as he watched (Y/n) blush every time she looked at the teacher's desk.