College Heat

College Heat
Author's Notes: A collection of Yugioh one shots dealing with the entire gang in college
Title: College Night
Couple: Yami/Arora
Where: Deserted hallway/Kitchen
When: College Night
Time: Midnight

I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters
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Arora Kendra pushed her way through the crowd her best friend, Pernia Pegasus, following close behind. The two girls had helped put together college night and had decorated the auditorium for the night by two days in a row stringing lights, dark blue crepe paper, and a disco ball to represent the moon. It had been a long couple of days and the other students seemed to really enjoy it. Already the two freshmen girls had gotten compliments from everyone, including the seniors, on a job well done for decorations.

“Well,” said Arora, pushing her way to the refreshment tables and pouring her and Pernia a glass of punch. “Looks like everyone is enjoying themselves.”

“Some more then others,” laughed Pernia, pointing to a group of boys that were faux wrestling with each other.

Arora laughed and pushed down on the skirt of her black dress. The dress bodice hung loosely over her breasts while clinging to the lower half and her stomach; the skirt hung loosely a few inches above her knees. She wore matching heels that laced up directly above her ankles; making her legs seem long and slender.

“Arora that boy is looking at you,” whispered Pernia, elbowing her friend.

Arora turned her attention to an upper classmen that was wearing tight black pants and a dark blue tank top. She flushed slightly when her dark blue eyes meet his dark purple eyes and tried to pull her attention away and pushing a stray strand of her black hair behind her eyes. His yellow bangs hung in his face while the rest of his black, red, and yellow hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail. He wore a spiky dog collar around his neck, two belts: one around his waist and the other one hanging loosely around his hips, he also wore a cuff on each wrist and black boots. He was smiling at her every now and then before turning his attention back to the conversation he was having with a blonde male and female; every now and then taking a swig from the beer bottle he was holding.

“You know what,” smiled Arora, stretching her arms above her head slowly. “I think I am going to go dance.”

Pernia chuckled has she watched her friend walk out onto the dance floor before she started moving to the beat on her own.

Yami watched the Freshmen girl head out to the dance floor and sway her hips to the music has her hands waved in the air like ribbons. His red-purple eyes alit with a lusty passion that could only mean one thing to his friends; he had just found a new playmate.

“You got your eyes on Arora Kendra?” asked Joey, staring at his friend in surprise.

“Is that her name?” asked Yami, his eyes glued on her hips.

“Yeah,” said Joey, “She is in Mai’s debate class and according to her the girl can have a rather sharp tongue when she wants to.”

“Let’s see if she can put that tongue of hers to better use,” grinned Yami.

Shaking his head Joey watched Yami head out into the crowd and wrap an arm around the surprised girl. He was always amazed at how easy it was for his friend to charm a girl into doing anything. He watched has Yami smiled at her and the girl smiled back allowing him to begin dancing with her. Of course, dancing wasn’t the word one would use to describe what they were doing on the dance floor.

Arora was rather surprised to find herself dancing with one of the upper classmen. She smiled up at him allowing him to wrap one of his arms around her waist and pull her against him; while his arm hung loosely at his side holding onto the slightly cool beer bottle. He drew his nose up and down her throat his hand grasped her rare end firmly while he grinded against her. Her hands rose up and she wrapped them around his neck the spikes on the collar pressing into her skin.

“Arora,” said one of the other girls on the committee interrupting the dance.

“What is it Evy?” asked Arora, turning her attention away from the male and to the female.

“We are running out of ice,” she said. “And I don’t know where the rest of the ice is.”

“Don’t worry sweetie,” said Arora, patting the girl’s shoulder. “I will take care of things.”

Arora slipped back through the crowd and headed toward one of the backrooms to the retrieve some more ice for the party. She didn’t realize that someone had been following her until she felt an arm wrap around her waist from behind. She frowned when she saw the large arm and turned around to face the blonde haired, muscle bound pin head.

“Keith,” said Arora in a warning tone, slipping from his grip. “I am not interested in you nor or ever.”

“Ah come on,” said Keith, hiccupping. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Lets not,” said Arora disappearing through a door leading to another hall; which upon entering she was thrown against a wall and felt a hand groping her upper body. “What the hell?!” she snapped before a tongue was shoved into her throat.

Yami watched the girl disappear down a hall and smirked knowing that the kitchen, where the ice was, was far away from the party and she would be alone. He grinned and trashed his beer bottle before getting a fresh one and deciding to follow the young female and take care of the aching in his pants. He saw her duck past a very drunken Keith and into another hallway grinning he followed her into the hallway and pressed her against the wall. He ran his free hand up her body and groped her breast. “What the hell?!” shrieked the confused girl allowing him to press their lips together and shove his tongue into her mouth. He groped along the wall beside them and turned the light on and then pulled back.

“You,” she gasped.

“How about we finish what we started,” whispered Yami brushing his lips against hers.

He placed the beer bottle silently down on the table besides them and ran his hands up her thighs under the skirt of her dress and started pulling down her panties. Arora grabbed his hands and started to move his hands back up.

“We are not moving this fast,” said Arora.

“Why not?” frowned Yami, pressing his aroused crotch against her seductively while one of his hands disappeared in between her legs. “I know you find me attractive. I can tell by how wet you are down here.”

“I don’t even know your name!” snapped Arora.

“Yami,” he said. “Now, how about that continuation?” Before Arora could protest Yami was kissing her again and his finger was in between her folds being coated with her fluids. Arora stared groaning and shifting her hips against his palm has he slide another finger inside of her. “Well?” he asked.

“Yes,” gasped Arora.

He grabbed her panties and pulled them down letting them drop to the floor and spread her legs wide open. He started kissing her again and grabbed hold of the beer bottle sliding it up inside of her. He started moving it in and out of her body smirking as she moved her hips in time with the thrusting of the bottle.

Arora was in heaven, she had never felt such a feeling before in her life. Whatever he was doing to her it was a delicious combination of cold and her heat. She shifted her weight so that she was riding whatever it he was using on her.

“Oh yes,” she cried out grabbing hold of his shoulders. “More,” she cried out groaning in pleasure when he sped up his movements.

She finally experienced an orgasm and leaned against him. He was smirking against her throat and removed the beer bottle from her.

“A drink of beer and woman,” he chuckled holding the beer bottle coated with her juices before her face.

Arora flushed, which only seemed to deepen when he took a swig from the bottle. He placed the bottle back on the table and licked his lips while his hands flipped her skirt up and he pressed his leather clad hips against her bare ones. The cold metal of his belt buckle and spikes pressing against her heated flesh and causing her temperature to rise.

Should we continue?” he asked his tone teasing. “Or would you prefer me to stop touching you and just leave you be to get your ice.”

Arora smirked an idea coming to her, she slipped out of his embrace and pulled him towards the kitchen, specially near the ice box. She arched her back over the ice box and clung to his shirt sliding her leg along his thigh and wrapping it around one of his legs. Chuckling he slide the door open and reached inside of it removing some ice he ran it up and down her thighs before eating it and then sharing it with Arora providing her with a strange sensation of cold heat. He reached behind her and pulled out another ice cube running it along the back of her thigh and in between her butt cheeks bringing it to her front and pushing it in between her folds feeling the cold solid melt and mix with her hot fluids.

Her hands grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled it out of his pants; reaching behind her she grabbed some ice and ran it over the skin of his chest beneath the shirt. He grinned and grabbed hold of her hips pressing his against her and nipping at her neck. She tilted her head back allowing him to have greater access to her vulnerable flesh, submitting to him and letting him know he was her alpha. He picked her up and pulled here away from the ice machine and pressed her against the wall beside it.

She ran her hands down his body and grabbed hold of his belt buckle and swiftly undid it dropping one of them to the floor while the other hung loosely at the waist. Her hands moved to undo the pants buckle around his waist and she smoothly unzipped his pants. Placing the flat of her palm against his stomach she slipped it down into his pants and flushed slightly when she realized that he wasn’t wearing anything under his leather pants.

Chuckling Yami slipped her hand from his pants and pinned it, along with its mate above her head with one hand; while the other one situated her legs around his waist. His hand reached between them for a moment before he moved his hips forward smoothly and Arora gasped slightly and arched her hips into him. Together the two of them moved together their voices rising slowly into the air broken by occasional pants for breath. Yami buried his nose into her neck and hissed at the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. The deep throated sounds of pleasure and lust filled the air rebounding off the kitchen walls.

Yami pressed his lips against hers and loosened his grip on her wrists allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck and press their bodies closer together for the climax. They leaned against the wall trying to catch their breath while kissing each other occasionally. He smirked and drew away from her reaching his arms out to steady her when she stumbled slightly.

“What’s wrong?” he teased. “Never done it against the wall?”

Arora shook her head and began to fix her hair while looking for the ice buckets. “I had better bring back some ice,” said Arora heading over to the far corner to retrieve them. “Or Evy will wonder if I died.”

Yami chuckled and moved to help her; he was suddenly glad that he had allowed Joey to talk him into coming. Now, if only he could remember what he did with the girl’s panties.