Voltron One Shots

SHIRO X READER

~Smut Level: 2~
|LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS|

Ice cream. That's what you needed. Creamy, cold, fatty ice cream.

It was two o'clock in the morning, but clad in your black, polka-dot pyjamas and your hair flying in all directions you made your way down the street to the convenience store.

The cashier looked up when the bell on the door rang and you gave him a silent nod before making your way to the back where the freezer was.

[AN: (F/F) means "favourite flavour"]

"Ice cream, ice cream~" You sang, grabbing a tub of vanilla and a tub of (F/F).

"Late night snacking?"

Surprised, you jumped away from the voice.

"Sorry," the stranger chucked. "I didn't mean to scare you."

A tall man with a thin scar across the bridge of his nose approached you, his hands filled with different candies and juice boxes.

"It's all right, but yeah, I was watching a movie and got a craving."

The stranger smiled warmly. "It's the same for me. I couldn't sleep so I thought a movie night would be fun."

The two of you walked together to the front counter and paid for your things.

"Enjoy your night." The man said, waving to you as he walked to his car.

You cursed yourself. He was cute, and you looked like you just rolled out of a dumpster.

Oh well, it's not like you'd ever see him again.

~ ~ ~

You were stretched out on the couch, a half bag of chips on your lap watching some late night comedy when you suddenly wanted something to drink.

Walking over to the fridge, you opened the door to reveal nothing but an expired jug of milk and a couple bottles of water, neither of which sounded appetizing.

You looked at the clock hanging over the sink; it read 1:34am.

Everywhere was closed already. The supermarket, Walmart, most convenient stores. . . but there was one place you knew would still be open.

Pulling on a pair of sweats and a baggy coat, you walked the two blocks from your house to the 7-11 along the highway.

The bell on the door rang as you entered, and the worker behind the till looked as if he was moving robotically he was so tired.

"Good even- morning?" He greeted, unsure.

"Hi."

You made a beeline for the back of the store where all the coolers were and began to look through them.

[AN: (F/D) means "Favourite drink" you should already know that though]

What did you want? Something fruity? Something sweet? Something fizzy? Something hot or cold? You weren't sure so you scanned the coolers as you walked, not paying attention to your surroundings.

Suddenly, you ran head first into something hard.

"Ouch." You grumbled, looked to see what you bumped into.

Your eyes were level with a wide chest that was defined by a tight, grey shirt and you let them travel upwards until you saw the face of the man you ran into.