II Klance Oneshots II

Itty Bop Bop, Boy

Lance's POV

Keith and I laid curled up next to each other. My hands in his soft raven hair, and his head placed upon my chest.
His breathes slowly escaping his parted lips.
These where moments that I enjoyed the most.
Nothing but me and my baby, relaxing.

"Niggas iffy uh! Blicky got that stiffy uh!"

"Oh come on!" I slammed my fist against that mattress, causing the small person that laid on me to wake up.
"Lance?" He rubbed his eyes, stretching like a kitten. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just tryna have a relaxing day with my boyo, but I feel as if we always get interrupted!"

Pidge slammed her itty bitty fists onto the metallic door. Screeching like a mad man. "Sicko mode!" She kicked the door, opening it wide, letting the whole universe into the room. "She said do you love me, I tell her only partly! I only love my bed, and my mama, I'm sorry!" She jumped about the room, while she terrible sang the lyrics to popular rap songs.

"Pidge!" I threw a pillow at the small girl, but of course, she dodged it.
"Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch I'm drowning!" She hipped into the bed, pulling Keith up with her.
"Sing a long with me, Keith!" She flipped her short hair, as if she was at a punk concert.

"Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans?!" She hopped off the bed, pointing to the Korean, signaling it was his turn.
"I  just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan!" Keith smiled, while he slid from the bed, leaving me cold.

"Keith." I frowned. Wanting the feeling of his small frail body against mine, keeping me warm.

He ignored me, and continued to jam out with the green Paladin.

"I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans!
And she tellin' all her friends, I might put 'em on the Gram, aye!" The screamed simultaneously. Their eyes widening.

"I didn't know you liked rap, Keith." Pidge huffed. Her chest going up and down. "I always thought you were a MCR type of boy."

"And I thought you where a dubstep type of person." The bother stared at each other in silence, then braking it with a fit of laughter.

"Keith." I said a little more harshly. Definitely grabbing his attention this time.
"Mmm?" He turned back to me, running a hand though the mop like hair upon his head, making his forehead exposed.

"Lay back down." I patted the spot he was originally in.
"But I'm wide awake, now."
I groaned, but simply got up too.
I didn't want to be the only one still laying down.

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"Itty bop bop, boy!" The mindful Monday video went off, with a black screen.
That was only thing I liked about Monday's. Oh, and Hunk's lasagna.

"Hey Lance." Keith came from behind me, wrapping his small arms around my waist. Hugging me from behind.

"Hey, Keith." I moved him, so he was in front of me. I ran my hand through his fluffy black locks.
How did he get his hair so perfect?

"These niggas say they heard of me, I ain't heard of you
Get the fuck up out my fucking face, 'fore I murder you!" A song of a man wearing a ducking gay ass rainbow shit screamed, while he bopped the long stringy hair that laid upon his tattooed head.

Pidge soon came copping up and down into the kitchen, decked out in a full-out 6ix9ine costume. Dressed in every color of the damn rainbow.
"Tekashi 6ix9ine is in jail! Guess who's the new space pimp?!"

"Pidge...what even?" Shiro just stared at the rainbow colored girl. His eyes glued into her outfit.
"You can be a rapper, too! You look more like a Post Malone, or a Lil Pump." She squinted her eyes, starring at the black paladin.

"Lil Pump? Who's..." before Shiro could even finish his sentence, Pidge grabbed his wrist, dashing him down the halls of the castle. "Imma make you my space hoe!"

Minutes passed, and Pidge and Shiro have stilled been gone.
I was starting to worry for the poor man.
"Keith, What do you think Pidge is doing to him?"

No response.

"Keith?" My eyes widen, and a dark blush appeared on my cheeks. "What the fuck Keith!"

Keith came strolling out, looking like a hype beast. Decked out in Gucci, and supreme.

"I'm Rap Monster from BTS! Korean boy gang!" He quickly reached for the music recorder, and slammed his thin fingers on the keyboard. Typing at the speed of light.

"Mic Drop! Yuh! This be my song!" He ran in front of me, grabbing my mic larger hands. "Yeah nuga nae sujeo deoreopdae!
I don't care maikeu jabeum geumsujeo yeoreot pae!
Beoreokhae jal mot igeun geosdeul seutekki yeoreo gae!
Geodeuphaeseo ssibeojulge seutaui jeonyeoge!
World business haeksim!
Seoboe 1sunwi maejin!
Manhji anhji i clat gachil mankkik!
Joheun hyanggie akchwin banchik!
Mic mic bungee!" He sung in his native tone.
I'm not gonna admit it, but him speaking in Korean turned me the fuck on.
I can already feel my dick gettin hard.

"Aye, we got the whole Gucci Gang out here, bitch!" Pidge came running back into the kitchen, and what shocked me the most was Hunk, Shiro, Allura, And Coran.

They where all dressed as rappers.

"They like savage why you got a twelve car garage, when you only got six cars!" Coran bobbed his head, while reciting the lyrics to Rockstar, by Post Malone.

"No! Pidge! What did you do to them!" I stared at the young girl in disbelief.

"You playin' with the big boys now." Her mouth twisted to a mischievous grin, that scared me shitless.

"Spare coochie, ma'am?!" She hopped onto me, dragging me to her layer, where she destroyed everyone's mind with that trash called music.

"No! No! I want to live!" I kicked and squirmed, trying everything to gent out of her grip. "I want to live!"

The door shut, and it was game over.

All I wanted to be was Tracer...