Klance + Other smut oneshots

bom x keith w/ lance watching

Lance rolled over in bed with a groan. He felt restless and fidgety, and sleep wouldn't come. Sighing, he headed to the bathroom to wash his face, but was interrupted by a chiming sound. It was coming from the portable screen he'd left lying on his bed from when he'd been watching alien cartoons.

Strange, he thought to himself as he picked up the tablet and tapped at the screen to see what was up. A video call? Frowning, he clicked the caller ID and recognized Keith's code. Why would Keith be calling him in the middle of the night? Wasn't he busy with the Blade of Marmora? With a mix of curiosity and worry, he answered the video call.

Lance felt his eyes widen at the sight of the feed, and heat hit him like a brick in the face. The video showed Keith, naked, but obviously not filming himself. The camera was placed to the side, showing the red paladin held between two Blades. One of them he recognized as Kolivan, the other was the tallest, broadest Galra he'd ever seen, but his face was unfamiliar.

"What - the fuck...", Lance wheezed and sat down on the bed, hitting his head in the process. He rubbed the sore spot absentmindedly as he leaned closer to the screen.

The largest Blade had his hands around Keith's hips, fingers digging into the pale flesh, lifting him so that his feet were dangling limply in the air. The other was at his head, holding his wrists up in the air with one hand, the other adjusting the camera from where it was placed on some ledge. The Galra's eyes met Lance's through the lens, and he grinned, showing fangs.

"Hi there. The Blue paladin, correct?"

The Galra's voice made Keith's eyes flicker up behind his sweat-slicked bangs, and he made a soft noise as he struggled to raise his head. Lance wet his lips, wondering if Keith could see him, see how red he was, see the lust in his eyes through the camera. The huge Galra continued.

"He likes to be watched, you see. We thought maybe you'd like to observe."

Lance opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was utterly overwhelmed, and fuck he was so aroused but also very confused and unsure and –

The Galra, Kolivan, chuckled in a deep raspy voice.

"You don't have to say anything. Just watch. He makes for quite the show, believe me."

As if to prove it, the largest Galra moved his hips back and thrust forward in a smooth movement, and oh, Lance's eyes found the point where the ridiculously huge, ridged, and purple alien dick was piercing into his teammate's body. He had to lift his hand to his mouth to muffle his own shaky whimper, just at the sight. Keith arched his back at the movement and yelled out weakly. They had obviously been going for a while. Lance noticed the splatters of white already covering Keith's ass and dripping from his stomach with each slow thrust. His pale skin was striped with red hand marks and scratches.

Distantly, Lance became aware of the vague shapes moving around in the background, observing but not interfering. How many had already had their way with Keith? He had to be overstimulated to Pluto and back - moaning and writhing as he was between the two large aliens, legs kicking feebly into empty ear. Despite the movements, he was held securely, with no room to escape.

Not that he seemed to want to, going by the way he opened his mouth willingly around two of Kolivan's thick fingers, spit running down his chin and neck arching back. The fingers were pushing at his lips to make him widen the opening, and then the Galra was stuffing his dick past those pink, spit-slicked lips. Keith's eyes rolled back in his head as he whined around the width.

The feed flickered for a second, and Lance desperately tapped at the screen to make it unfreeze. Nowhere in his mind was the thought that maybe he shouldn't watch this. And then the video was moving again, showing the two aliens moving in tandem, thrusting in a rhythm that overlapped with each other, so that Keith was always stuffed full in at least one end. The sounds he was making were amazing, and Lance found his eyes wandering around the screen, taking in every little detail of how his eyes fluttered and his toes curled, how his skin blushed scarlet and how his hair fell over his eyes.

Lance was breathing heavily, one hand clasped over his mouth to hide his sounds. God, this was not what he had expected to see tonight, or ever for that matter – this was Keith for fucks sake. He'd had no idea the red paladin was into these kinds of things. Or that he himself – no, strike that, he'd definitely had fleeting fantasies about his stoic, broody teammate before. But this exceeded any wet dream anyone could conjure.

Just when he thought this fantasy-come-to-life couldn't get any better, Kolivan reached out towards the screen and lifted the camera. He angled it down, pointing it at Keith's face while still thrusting his dick in and out with practiced moves. Keith seemed lost in the sensation, eyes closed while humming around the flesh in his mouth. The Galra chuckled, tapping his chin to make him alert to the camera hovering right above him. His eyes widened, and Lance could visibly se his blush deepening as he met his eyes through the screen.

"You like knowing he's watching you, huh?", Kolivan murmured.

"Knowing your teammate is seeing you like this –"

He emphasized his words with an extra deep push, making Keith gag slightly and whimper as soon as he could breathe again.

"Why don't you greet him? Say something to your friend."

Pulling out of Keith's mouth, the Blade grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back to face the camera. And fuck, fuck, fuck - it had to be the hottest, filthiest thing Lance had ever seen; Keith's mouth hanging open and inviting, spit running down his chin, eyes gleaming with a fucked-out bliss.

"Lance ...", he said hoarsely.

Only one word, but it made heat coil in his stomach, and sent shivers down his back. There was no way he'd ever be able to hear his name again without thinking of this moment. He felt close to coming, and he hadn't even touched himself.

The screen was thrown to the floor as the Blades began moving again, and Lance was blessed with a lower view of Keith's body being shoved full of alien dick. They weren't teasing any longer. With a grunt, the largest Galra was quickening the pace to a rapid pounding, his clawed hands tightening around Keith's ass cheeks and pulling them apart.

Lance whimpered to himself. God, Keith had to be numb by now. His screaming was muffled by the dick pushing deep into his throat, his hands clawing at the hips in front of him. Then a few last, brutal thrusts were shoved into him from both sides as the Blades both came, stuffing their cum into his holes until he was trembling violently between them, whimpering at the pressure. As they pulled back, gushes of it followed. It was thick, and glowing faintly.

Carefully, they released Keith, who collapsed into a puddle of shaking limbs on the floor. He laid like that for a while, panting, until Kolivan tapped his shoulder and pointed towards the camera.

"You're the star of the show, little human. Say goodbye."

Lance had trouble breathing as Keith began crawling towards him. He settled in front of the screen, legs still trembling. Wiping cum from his chin, he glanced almost shyly at the camera.

"You should have been here," he mumbled, before reaching out to shut off the feed.

No fucking way, Lance thought, dying, dead, and already gone to heaven.