Klance One Shots

Smutty Fanfics (smut)

A/N I wrote most of this during shop (we had a free day). When I got to the part where Keith went into him (fanfiction thing) my friend just said, "I've got bananees!" while she was playing her cafe game. It was hilarious. Chapter dedicated to SoFarFromToast for the prompt. Thank you!

When Keith was bored, he decided to scroll around on his laptop that Pidge built for him. That was the day he came across the Voltron tag. He found it entertaining how people tried to describe and replicate what went on in their daily lives.

He drank his space juice as he sat at the table in the dining hall, scrolling through the tag, until he came across something interesting. It was called "Klance".

"What are you doing?" Keith turned around to see Lance standing behind him, reading over his shoulder. "What's 'Klance'?"

"I don't know," Keith shrugged, looking back at the screen. "Wanna find out?"

"Well, it has my name in it, so anything having my name in it is good," Lance replied.

Keith rolled his eyes and clicked on it, beginning to read. Almost immediately, his eyes widened. Lance's did the same. It was a makeout scene, and a very, uhm, passionate one at that.

"The kiss grew deeper as Keith backed Lance into the wall, Lance's tan hand winding into Keith's hair."

Lance was freaking out. It was what he wanted, but why exactly was Keith being dominant to him in the fanfiction? He needed to keep up his act though.

"Why would I even touch your mullet?" Lance shouted. Because it's soft and shiny, and- Lance shook his head to relinquish the thoughts. "Why are you dominating? I would totally be the more manly one!"

Keith just continued to read in silence. "Keith picked him up and placed him on the bed, crawling over his body and connecting their lips once again. Keith pulled away and began to kiss down his neck, biting down on a few areas and licking at the sweat that started to form on his tan skin. Lance moaned once the grey-eyed boy sucked on his sweet spot, leaving a bright red spot when his lips departed the area."

"That's so inaccurate!" Lance shouted.

"Oh?" Keith asked with an unamused tone, and questioning himself why he was still reading this. It only reminded him of something he could never have.

"Yeah, your eyes are kind of a dark purple, violet-ish color, not grey," Lance said.

Keith blushed, since that was the only fact that he had bothered to point out. "Keith shed Lance's shirt and continued to kiss, suck and lick down his chest, the moans from Lance fueling his arousal. Keith sat up to take off his own shirt before leaning back down and connecting their lips again. During the kiss, Keith unbuttoned Lance's jeans and blindly fumbled with the zipper. Lance's hands found their way to Keith's hips, caressing around the waistband of his jeans and the smooth plane of his back.

"Keith pulled the jeans down Lance's long, tan legs, getting them down to his calves before impatiently palming him through his boxers, which drew a loud moan from the blue paladin. 'Keith~'"

Keith's eyes were as wide as saucers, a bright red dusting his cheeks. Lance had remained quiet, so quiet the red paladin had forgotten he was standing there, but he was, reading over Keith's shoulder. He, too, was flushed pink, but he continued to read, although he was getting an unmistakable...um, problem below his waist at the description of Keith's naked body, although they were just words on a screen. What is wrong with me?

Keith was having the same problem, so he crossed his legs to hide it as he continued to read. "Keith scissored his fingers, sending Lance's head flying back against the pillow, his fingers fisting the sheets.