Voltron x Reader imagines

Shiro X| Good Morning

Setting: You are the white paladin, pilot to the white lion and soul of Voltron. Shiro is your boyfriend.

Your P.O.V

My eyes flutter open, surprising myself with being the first one up between us two. Usually Shiro is already done with training and showered by the time I awake and we are able to walk to breakfast together. He must have decided to sleep in. I can feel his breath behind me as he spoons me from behind, his arm keeping me tightly in place.

I consider myself a lucky women to be able to wake up in the arms of such a man. Shiro is so caring and selfless, something that has become rare in my life. With everything happening, our lives constantly being at risk, he is always there for me in every way possible. He is the most perfect human being and for that I count everyday he continues to be with me lucky.

I have been with them since the beginning, me being the pilot of the white lion...the soul of Voltron as Allura and everyone has called it. Everything since then has happened so fast and that includes my feelings for Shiro. He, for some reason felt the same for me, he was even the one to confess and ask me on a date. We have been in love for the last two years. He knows everything about me and I him. He is the person I can lean on most in this cruel...universe. We intend to make it good and we will, but for now he is my good and I will be his. 

There is a shift of his body from behind me, indicating that he too was waking up. He is not one to sleep in late, and I am surprised he has slept as late as he has. The others are for sure awake but there must be no threat seeing as we are still left undisturbed.

I turn over, seeing his dark grey eyes fluttering open and meeting mine. His lips turn in a tired smile, yawning a bit. "Good morning." His deep, raspy morning voice, sending shivers down my spine.

I snuggle closer to him, craving more of his warmth. "Morning, baby." I return the greeting, feeling his hand go under my shirt and rub my side affectionately. A soft sigh leaves my lips as I take in his gentle features and soft side, the ones only I am allowed to see. He puts up such a hard front with the others but around me he is a whole other person. He allows himself to be fully relaxed. My hand moves up to run my fingers through his silken locks.

His hand moves up from my waist to cup my cheek, his thumb rubbing it. After so many training sessions and fights his hands were calloused but the roughness of them was proof of how hard he is working to keep us all safe. In some way it brings me more comfort to feel them against my soft skin. I turn my head to kiss his palm, leaning back into it and looking at him through my lashes. 

He then slides his hand lower, the curve of his palm resting against my neck as he brings me closer. My eyelids blink close as we come close enough for our breath to intermingle and our lips to meet. It is a soft kiss, tender and sensual. Our bodies move slowly together to feel every moment, mouths open and enjoying the taste and feeling of the other. 

He pulls away slowly, almost as if he was mad at himself for it but we both needed some air. He studies my face, checking to see if I have in mind what he does. I smile bringing him back in for another kiss, feeling his free hand slid over and under my shirt to caress my back. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling my lips away and him closer as I begin to leave small kisses along his sharp jawline. He sighs happily, massaging my back soothingly. His touches burn memories into my head, so I will never forget all the perfect and happy times we have together. Moments alone with Shiro, like this, is what keeps me fighting. 

His hand slips further up my body until it reaches just below my breasts. He takes a moment to caress my upper ribcage before cupping my left breast and start massaging it. I swallow heavily, feeling the need for him growing. He has such a way with me and how my body reacts to his touches. I move my kisses back up to his lips, moving both my hands down to the hem of his shirt. I trace it, hesitantly, since I am always the one who is nervous and needs to be encouraged, no matter how many times we do this.