Book of One-Shots

Klance - Fuck Buddies - Smut

"Hmm~! Lance!" Keith moaned out, he clenched his teeth as pleasure shot to his mind. Lance continued to thrust quickly, over and over again. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed around. Luckily for them, nobody would see them fucking. Even though they were in school, their activities managed to keep silent to the public.

"Oooh... Keith, ffff~ You're so... tight, argh..." Lance groaned, his words slurred. His body was taken by pleasure, Keith along with that. Keith moaned out loud, his eyes shut tightly. He tried to keep a steady grip on Lance's shoulders. His hands kept slipping though, he clawed at Lance's revealed back. The marks didn't pierce through the skin and draw blood. Lance hummed in pleasure, pushing Keith more into the lockers.

Keith moaned loudly, "Lance...! Oh god— I... Ahhh~!" Lance smirked at Keith, he sounded so feminine when being pleasured. Lance huffed slightly, his face was pink. He thrusted in again, Keith yelped and whimpered while trying to calm down. Lance thought his red face was adorable, he wanted to kiss those plump lips— wait. Lance couldn't. Keith had a boyfriend, Lance had a girlfriend. Lance groaned in pleasure, his thoughts taken away by the feeling.

Lance let out a sharp noise and he released his cum into Keith's ass. Keith was basically screaming near the end, the pleasure he experienced was too much for him. He came as well, and so Lance had to clean himself up— as it had ended up on his bare chest. Lance sighed and leaned onto Keith's shoulder. The smaller male let his head fall back and lightly thud on the locker. Lance and Keith collected themselves, they pulled apart. Lance out Keith onto the ground, in which Keith stumbled back into the locker.

"Heh," Keith smiled shyly at Lance, "I don't think I'll be able to walk straight after that..." Lance smirked and wrapped his arms around Keith's waist.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Lance teased, Keith's face flushed an even darker red. He made a noise and pushed Lance away. Lance gave Keith a dazed smile, it seemed so genuine...? Keith sighed and looked away. He was trying to calm himself, he was just so in the moment. He wanted to stay like that for at least half an hour or less. Lance cleaned himself up and was starting to put his clothes on. Keith let out a whimper and pushed himself off of the lockers. He stumbled forward and fell onto Lance's back.

"Do you need help?" Lance offered, a kind smile on his face. Keith blushed and clutched his hands into fists. He looked down and sighed.

"Yes, I need help..." Keith's blush got worse. Lance laughed a bit and helped Keith stand properly. That position kind of messed Keith up, but he would have to manage like that for the rest of the day. Lance positioned Keith on a bench that was further away, which Lance gave Keith his clothing that was scattered around the locker room. Keith dresses slowly, he kept stealing glances at Lance, his back had scratches and there were fading bite marks on his shoulder.

"You like what you see?" Lance smirked, he moved his hips and posed. He had a hand on his right hip while facing Keith at an angle. Keith blushed and swiftly moved his gaze away.

"N...No. I wasn't staring!" Keith closed his eyes, squeezing them shut in a shy manner. Lance chuckled.

"I never said you were staring," Lance's smirk widened ad he teased Keith. "So do you want round three or...?" Keith jumped, his eyes were wide as he faced Lance again. His face turned bright red again. Which was inconvenient since he had just barely gotten control over his blush.

"My place, tonight, be there at 8:30 sharp." Keith spoke sharply, Lance stopped and gave his fuck buddy a surprised look.

"What about Saib—?" Lance started, but Keith got up. He was fully clothed, while Lance had barely put on his shirt. Lance let his hand drop from his hip as he fully faced Keith.