Voltron Oneshots (Klance), by moongirlel ✔️

College AU

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Lance, the flirty one of the class, was drunk. He was drunk and chatting up every figure in the room.

Keith watched him from the other side of the room. He wasn't exactly into school parties, but he loved the banter. The laughs and jokes from the other students were always funny.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" A small girl asked the ravenette, nudging him with her elbow.

"Pidge, he's fucking drunk. Plus Lance doesn't even know I'm in his music class, he won't even know who I ever am."

"M'kay. Well, I'm gonna annoy people, see ya." Pidge patted him on the shoulder, lifting up her plastic cup and walking into the dance floor.

"Yo, yo, yo! Remember to keep voting to see who's getting free sex toys at the end of the night!" The DJ announced, getting cheers from the crowd.

Keith made a disgusted face, standing in the kitchen by himself. Well almost...A couple walked into the kitchen, obviously drunk and making out. "Ew, Jesus." He complained, pushing the two out off the way and entering the living where the real party was.

"Keith~! There you are!" A tall girl approached him, holding a bottle of wine. "I was looking for you~" She wrapped her arm around his neck, "Boys! The cavalry's here!"

Keith laughed awkwardly, "Y-yeah." He removed her arm, walking further into the room. Getting lost in the crowd, he was pulled aside by a familiar - this time the face was more sobber than the last time he'd seen it. "L-lance?"

"Sup, Mullet. Finally decide to lighten up?" Lance joked, taking Keith to the edge of the room.

"Ha, ha. You suck." Keith crossed his arms, "What to you want?" His breath hitched, as Lance pushed him against the wall. "Uh..."

"I seen you staring at me from across the room. I'm not stupid, Kogane. I tried to drink you out of my mind, that didn't work. So now I'm gonna make out with you, no excuses." Lance planting an arm above Keith's head, the other on his hip.

Keith watched Lance give him a bold look, waiting for his response. "W-why me? There are plenty of other hot looking people in the room. A-and you know my name?"

"Keith, we literally sit together in music studies." Lance raised an eyebrow, the sound of the party blurring out. "How could I not know who you are? You're top of the class, and you're so gorgeous looking." He lifted his hand, running his thumb over Keith's pale cheek. "Now, may I?"

"Be my guest." Keith pulled Lance down by his hoodie, guiding their lips together. It didn't take the two long before they were heavily making out.

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"See, and Keith told me he wasn't gonna talk to Lance." Pidge chuckled, looking up at Lance's sister.

"But they're not talking, they're making out." Veronica gave Pidge a confused expression. "I don't understand."

Pidge sighed, "Nevermind, Ve." She glanced over to Keith and Lance, or where they're supposed to be. "Oh, shit. They moved, lets follow them."

Catching a glimpse of Keith's black belted boots, Pidge pulled Veronica in the direction; up the stairs. She started sniggering to herself.

Veronica slapped her in the arm, "Shut up, we're gonna get caught." She whispered.

They watched Lance pull Keith into a room, the girls guess was a bedroom. Sneaking up to the door, they heard clothes being tossed around, then the creak of a bed.

"This is wrong, come on. We should leave them be." Veronica got up from her crouched position.

Both Veronica and Pidge went pale, to the unholy sounds coming from the other side of the door.

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Keith was pushed onto the bed. Boxers where the only clothes he had on, Lance was the same. He smirked, pulling Lance into a kiss.

Lance grinned in the kiss, his hands trailed down Keith's body. He hummed, his hands following Keith's curves: until he hit the seems of his boxers, keeping his hands there.

Keith felt Lance shove his tongue in his mouth, causing him to moan. He tapped Lance, signaling him to stop for a moment.

Lance broke the kiss, looking at Keith. "Too much? Or do you just need a breather?"

"Just need a breather, McClain." Keith ran his hand threw Lance's hair, smiling up at him. "Are we in a strangers bed right now?" He asked, scanning the air.

"Nope." Lance tilted his head to the side, "This is my house. Why do you think I know where everything is?"

"Good point." Keith soon realised the situation, "Oh..." A blush ran across his face.

Lance flipped on the lamp beside the bed. The room lit up, pictures and posters on the wall were now visible. "See." He stated, proving it was his room. "Of course no one at the party except my sister and you know it's my house."

"Hm..." Keith smiled up at Lance, "Sorry, I was just curious-"

Lance chuckled. "Don't be sorry. I hate when people apologize for nothing." He guided his hands to Keith's waist. "Shall we continue?" He raised an eyebrow.

Keith smirked in return. Leaning up to kiss Lance, he rolled his hips. "You a top or bottom?"

"I'll guess you'll just have to find out." Lance smirked.

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