Voltron x Reader; Preferences and Oneshots

{Lance x Reader}; Unconditional Love

You turned your body around and let him hug you from behind again as if it were routine, walking out of the room in pursuit of the bathing chambers.

By the time you had arrived, you only had to scold him for kissing your neck once. You walked up to the control dash and opened the large glass doors, then gestured for him to enter the chamber. He walked towards it happily for a mere second, then stopped. He looked at the chamber, then back at you, signs of unsureness and hesitation glancing back and forth.

"I'll be right behind you, go ahead!" You lied, your finger ghosting above the 'seal chamber' button. His fuchsia eyes looking at you sadly, and you frowned upon seeing them. They weren't the same, or even close to being as perfect as the bluebell ones you had fallen for back at the Garrison, no, they just didn't compare.

"But.. you lied to me last time, how can I trust you now?" He whimpered, bringing out a look that made you feel more guilty than you had ever felt in your entire life. You stared at him as he gingerly pushed hairs away from your face, smiling softly down at you, giving you a reason to trust him.

"Y/N, I love you." He added, and you nodded and shook it off. 'It's just the potion' you reminded yourself, no matter how badly you wanted it to be true. Now that you thought about it, he was actually much more energized and bouncy than normal. To add, he wasn't flirting, per say. He was acting needy for your attention, and loved giving you attention in return.

"Okay, if we just chill in my room, do you promise to stick to a few rules?" You begged, and he nodded eagerly and grabbed both of your hands, squeezing them tight and waited for the rules as if they were a gender reveal. You sighed in slight relief and put up fingers for each new rule you listed;

"One, cool it with the touching, that's definitely gotta stop. Tell me, where do you think I cross the line at?" You asked, feeling like a detention monitor. He put a hand to his chin, and you began to get worried that he had to think this hard.

"You tell me~" He replied, squeezing the one hand he still held even tighter as if it would get him extra points.

"Good enough. Rule two, do not to let the others know you're under an influence, they'll bully you forever."

"Won't you tell them off for me, Y/N?~" he asked, slowly bringing one of your hands to his lips, then planting a kiss on your knuckles. And another. He began to kiss his way up your wrist, but you pushed his face away and glared. This side of him was toying with your feelings for him, and you didn't like it.

"Wrong answer, and now you've lost same-surface privileges." You replied, "I sit on the bed, you get the floor. Rule three, don't do anything you know you'll regret. Now c'mon, don't make me regret this."

He pouted at that entire speech, but was reenergized when you moved your hair and let him latch onto you again. This time, you couldn't help but let a grin creep over your lips when you felt his presence. Someone actually cared for you, fake or not. It was... comforting.

"You smell good." He noted when you approached your room, and you dipped instantly into the darkness to hide the flustering blush that was creeping up your neck. After the struggle of getting his arms off of you, you lay down on your bed with your back facing him. He attempted to sit still and relax for a couple of boring minutes, but he was too itched by not touching you.

"Y/N~"

"What do you want? I'm trying to nap, you tuckered me out."