(Smut and angst)

Keith's POV

My head spun as I was slammed against the wall. I felt his hands lift up and under my shirt, his warm hands making my skin melt. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue searching my mouth without permission, but he knew that I wanted it no other way.

I was lifted by my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck. His hips rocked against mine, the friction creating a race of arousal. His hands were squeezing and rubbing in places that I wouldn't allow anyone else to touch. His hair was so soft to touch and pull, his tongue rubbing against mine with an intent to search every morsel of my mouth.

I was lifted from the wall and carried somewhere. My eyes remained closed, our mouth's still entangled together until he pushed me to the bed. Our jackets were the first to come off, followed soon by our shirts. He raced down to my belt, expertly unbuckling it and pulling my pants off.

I bit my lip as I traced my fingers over his stomach and chest, the muscles always getting me excited. My hand made its way down to his crotch, the tightness overwhelming. I brushed my fingers against the area, earning a groan. I smiled and flipped us around, taking my hand away. I straddled his hips, grinding down to cause as much friction as possible between pants and underwear.

Our lips connected again briefly. I made my way down, trailing kisses from his lips to the top of his pants. I unbuttoned them and tore them off greedily. I dove back down and gripped the top of the underwear with my teeth, pulling at them before letting them go to snap against my lover's skin.

I sat back up, dipping my fingers into the underwear and touching him. He bit his lip, dragging his hands over my thighs with soft squeezes. I exposed his dick, removing the unwanted fabric with my other hand as I jerked and flicked my wrist.

"Keith~."

I smiled and dipped my head down. I licked the tip before shoving the whole thing in my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks and sucked the best I could, earning groans from above.

I pulled off with a pop, licking my lips and I removed my underwear. I began to rock back and forth against him as I sucked on my fingers. He groaned and gripped my hips, making sure to never lose eye contact with me.

I reached around myself and pushed one of my fingers in, a whimper escaping me. I continued my movements with my hips and pressed another finger inside of me. I stretched myself the best I could before removing my fingers. He flipped us around so he was on top of me, and I giggled.

"Turn me on more with that voice of yours."

His voice was so much lower than normal, a tone that he only uses with me. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer. I licked the shell of his ear before whispering to him...

"Take me~."

He slowly pushed himself in, the tightness indicating that I hadn't stretched myself enough. I held onto my wrist, holding back cries of pain. This was the worst part, but I was too excited for what comes after to make him slow down.

"God, you're melting me!"

I pushed my legs further apart, giving my lover more access to my body. His hands touched every part of me, his lips sucking and biting at my neck to claim me as his. He was fully in within a short amount of time, and I gasped for air at the amount of pleasure I was already receiving.

I couldn't take it anymore, my brain turning to mush as I cried out to him, "Fuck me!"

He slid out slowly, and with all of his strength, he pushed back in. I cried without remorse, the pleasure and pain turning me on to my max. Our breath mixed, our bodies sliding against one another, connected.

"Fuck~! Right there! Yes! Yes! Oh~! God, yes, fuck me~!"

"Fuck, Keith~!"

I released the grip on my wrist, clawing at my lover's back. He groaned in pain but connected our lips. His tongue searched my mouth, every nook, and cranny. My legs opened wide, his dick pulsing inside of me. I could feel it. The same dizziness that I always feel. Absolute pleasure, euphoria, bliss. He was the only one to make me feel like this.

He fucked me to his heart's content, moving away from my mouth to bite my shoulder. I cried out, drool slipping down my chin as my vision went blurry.

"C-Coming!"

"Hold off for me, baby. We'll do it together~."

I screwed my eyes shut, the amount of pleasure coursing through my body being unbearable. I moaned his name as he moaned mine, a sign that we belonged to one another.

"I can't... I can't-."

"I'm almost there, baby, just a bit longer."

I couldn't take it anymore, it was beginning to hurt. I clawed at his back, my toes curling and my legs shaking. I felt him getting bigger, a sign that he was ready. With my eyes shut and my throat screaming in pain I cried out my lover's name...

"Lance!"

I felt empty as he pulled out of me to cum. I climaxed with him, everything landing on my stomach. Tears were falling from my eyes, a job well done. I felt him lean towards me, and with my eyes still closed he kissed me. It was no longer hungry or needy, but soft and caring. We separated, and with a moment of silence, we looked at one another.

I opened my eyes, knowing that the whole thing was a lie. Tears dropped from my eyes as I covered them with the heel of my hands. This was a reality. My dream lover belongs to someone other than me.

The table was full of chatter, my dream lover sitting next to her with a smile on his face. He was so mesmerized by her, and who could blame him. She's an angel sent from above. She's done nothing wrong and has even saved his life. They belong together.

So why would she leave him? She kissed him one last time and left him behind. Now, look at him. His smile is always distant, his eyes hold no life in them, and his voice is always quivering.

I stared up at the stone statue of Allura. I felt tears roll down my face as I looked up at her eyes.

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater, it was just polyester. But you like her better. God, do I wish I were-."

I couldn't finish, and I went to run away. You were there, a flower in your hand. My heart sunk, the tears streaming down my face as you walked closer to me. You look so broken, so heart-wrenchingly broken.

You would never kiss me as you did her.

You would never give me your sweater.

You like her better.

But...

I would always kiss you.

I would give you my sweater.

I like you better.

If only I were her.