Voltron One Shots

LANCE X MALE READER

~Smut Level: 3~
|THE BOY NEXTDOOR|

"What do you mean? The fence line hasn't moved since we moved in, there's no way it's three feet over the line!" Your dad yelled over the phone.

"We haven't touched the fencing! We moved in three months ago, why didn't they take this up with the old owners?"

". . ."

". . ."

"I understand. I understand. Goodbye."

Your dad slammed the phone down on the counter and sighed as he left the room.

"How was your chat with the lawyers?" You asked.

"(Y/N), I'm not in the mood."

You smirked before turning your attention back to the TV.

"But you should get ready, we're meeting with the neighbours at the lawyers office."

"What? All of us?"

Your dad nodded. "You, me and your mother. They're also bringing their kids, so just go get dressed."

Looking down at your blue, plaid pyjamas and black slippers, you lolled your head back on the couch.

"I am dressed."

"(Y/N)!"

"Yeah, yeah."

~ ~ ~

You walked into a tall, glass building and took a seat in the brightly furnished lobby as you waited for your appointment.

Well, not your appointment, your parents appointment.

"This is ridiculous." Your dad grumbled, loosening his tie.

"Mister and Mrs (L/N)?"

The three of you stood and followed the receptionist into a large room with a dark table in the centre.

A woman who you assumed was the lawyer sat at the head of the table, and to her right was five others who all looked identical.

Your dad sat closest to the head of the table and you sat the farthest away, and when you looked up, your gaze locked with the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen.

"Hi, I'm Lance." He whispered.

He's cute.

You shook your head and looked away without acknowledging Lance. You were here because his family was suing your parents. You couldn't be thinking he was cute. Besides, as far as your family knew, you were straight.

"Okay everyone, we're going to jump right into it. The McClain family is suing for property invasion-"

Your dad's face went beat red in anger. "Property invasion! What property invasion!?"

As you listened to your father argue, you found your eyes slowly looking towards the boy across the table.

He had sharp features. Caramel coloured skin matched with chocolate brown hair, making his blue eyes pop.