Voltron x Reader; Preferences and Oneshots

{Lotor x Reader}; And Now She's In Love

"You actually left your folder on here." He stated, and you blushed out of embarrassment as you reached for it. Before you could snatch the {Favorite color} organizer, he snagged your wrist gently and rested it onto the keys.

"Shall we duet?" He asked, sounded like a true gentleman, even adding a little bow. You giggled and nodded politely, then spoke like a stereotypical rich woman;

"We shall, good sir~" You lipped, then put your other hand onto the keyboard. He tapped his foot three times, then you both began playing. You could tell he was much more experienced than you, for every key and every movement was on point. You had a hard time keeping up with his flawlessness, but made it to the end with minor failure.

"We sound fantastic together, do we not?" He asked excitedly, and you nodded while smiling up at him.

"What's going on in here? This is our fourth-period smoking spot, Y/N. I thought we made it very clear last time." Zethrid barked as she held the door open for her comrades.

"I literally have no idea how they made it onto Student Council..." You groaned. "I was touring him, but we were just leaving. Enjoy your pot - I mean spot." You cheered sarcastically, then got up to leave. Lotor frowned at your surrender, and decided right then and there that he wouldn't give up hope.

"Ladies?" He asked quietly as you approached the door. Axca looked up at him curiously as she lit Ezor's joint. The pink girl took a puff, exhaled it cheekily, then slid onto the bench next to him.

"What can I do for you, Pretty Boy?" She nicknamed him, and you cringed so hard that undocumented noises escaped your throat. However, despite your internal conflict, you wanted to see how this ended.

"Smoking on school property is strictly forbidden, and I'm sure you know that. Or did you only join Student Council for the privilege of service time? If you've ever done any actual service for any actual person, that is." He demolished them, and Ezor took another inhale of the poison before pushing her charm again.

"You don't want to do this, Pretty Boy. Stop hanging with her, we can show you how to thrive here." She beckoned, rubbing up against him a little. Before she could get too crazy, he sat up and walked over to you, resting a clawed, calming hand on the one you were using to open the door.

"I can thrive in college while you beg your parents not to evict you." He finished, and you allowed your jaw to drop in utter fascination.

"I will be reporting all three of you to Dean Holt. And, for the record, thank you for your "offer". However, my attention is elsewhere at the moment." He added, and leaned down to kiss your forehead before opening the door and dragging you and your stunned state out of the classroom.

When you exited the smoke-filling band room and entered the empty, silent hallway, you threw yourself against the brick wall and flustered acceleratingly.

"Alright then, I trust you now know where everything else on your schedule is located?" You hurried, trying to fan your face with his schedule as to hide the redness plastered on your cheeks, neck and ears.

"Why such a rush? We have twenty-five minutes." He added nonchalantly, tapping his expensive-looking watch figuratively with his sharp fingernail, creating little "tik!"s. You folded your arms awkwardly and looked down, avoiding eye contact. You weren't new to being used, and you didn't like it one bit. He was way too good to be true.