(Smut)
Everything was so dark, so cold, and yet so warm. The way his hands trailed up my skirt and cupped my ass like it was his. His lips covered my neck in dark purple specks, his warm breath swimming down and up in time with his thrusts.
The music could be heard from outside of the room, cheers of celebration of finally winning the war filling the castle. The beat shook the walls and vibrated the furniture, some of which had already been knocked over. I was soon brought back into reality as his thrusts went deeper and harder. I could feel him throbbing inside of me.
Was he drunk? No, Allura didn’t allow alcohol at the party. Was my outfit making him think I was girl? Nope, he’s in my ass so he obviously knows that I’m a guy. Does he know it’s me?
“Fuck, Keith, you feel so tight~.”
Welp, that answered that question. I could feel every bundle of nerves being rubbed, every muscle screaming in pleasure, my prostate begging to be hit again. I moaned, my voice cracking in every direction and my lungs pleading for me to stop doing it. I couldn’t help it, my voice had control over my mind and I screamed again.
I dragged my nails against his back, feeling his clothes getting snagged on them. I squeezed my thighs, erupting a moan to come out of him. I pointed my toes, the heels that I wore already being on the ground. Sweat beaded down my face and body. The cold air helped but everything felt so warm.
I could feel him getting tired, every other thrust being sloppy and missing my prostate. I groaned at the missed feeling and lifted myself off of him as he pulled out. I slammed down onto him as he pushed himself back in. We moaned and I smile, pleasure filling me up once again. I repeated myself, his dick pressing into me as much as it could. I wanted more, I wanted all of him, I wanted to feel every millimeter that he had inside of me.
“Deeper~!” I screamed as he pushed farther this time, but this wasn’t enough.
“I need more! Keep going~!”
He was trying so hard to go farther in, but fucking on the wall wasn’t going to do it. I groaned and moved my leg off of him to collapse his leg. He fell, gripping my ass tight and breaking my fall. I moved just in time with the fall for everything he had to fill me up.
I was straddling him, I was screaming so loud that I was sure that someone had to of heard it from the party. He was so deep inside of me, his dick throbbed at an unimaginable rate, I could feel my prostate being forced to move farther into me, and I couldn’t move.
“OHHH~! Yes! God yes! Please don’t move~! Let me feel all of you~! Let me keep you like this for one more moment~! Fuck~! Yes~! YES!”
Tears rolled down my face as I screamed in pleasure. He was biting his lip, his eyes squeezed shut as he moved to grip my hips. We stayed like this for a moment, the time seems to go by quickly but it was actually five minutes. I caught my breath, the hottest boy in the universe still taking his time to do so. I smirked and lifted myself up and slammed back down, the boy screaming in pleasure and arching his back. Everything felt so right. I waited so long for this to happen. His screams filled the room along with my moans of pure ecstasy. I felt so powerful, controlling what each of us were feeling and what he was going to do. He felt so deep~. This felt so good~!
“Say my name~.”
I opened my eyes, not even remembering that I had closed them and looked at him. He had a large smirk on his face, the same one that I really wanted to hit whenever he would use it.
“W-What?”
His smirk grew, “Say my name,” it wasn’t a request, that was a demand.
I felt myself tighten around him, my eyes connecting with his while his name rolled off of my tongue too easily, “Lance~.”
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FanfictionI love Klance soooooo much! There will be cursing, smut, angst, and other things. Warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter. Request welcome and needed! Disclaim: Voltron does not belong to me nor does Klance. Also, the cover art and...