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Angsty Kuron/Pidge - Part 2 (Warning! Slightly NSFW)

Pidge Ship Week: Bonus Day 8 - Free Day

Which means that I gotta do some good ole fashioned Smutty Angst.

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He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.

He knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. His mind screamed at him to stop. Begged him to not do anything stupid.

Anything like this.

Anything that consisted of holding Pidge in his arms. HIS arms that is, not Shiro’s, where she THOUGHT she was. Anything that included pressing their lips together. Or following her to her room. But it was easy to do these things to her.

Heartbreakingly easily.

She let him in her heart with little resistance. So trusting, it made him sick and, at the same time, dizzy with glee. But…the hard part was convincing HIMSELF that the one she wanted was HIM, not the man he looked like. 

That she wanted him, Kuron.

That the one who was supposed to feel the thin legs wrapped around his waist was actually HIM and not Shiro. The one who she wanted in her bed was HIM. HE was the one Pidge loved.

Not Shiro.

It was cruel to think otherwise. So Kuron chose to lose himself in her, in his lies. To lose himself in the way they dove down on her bed. In the way they moved together. 

In the way the little woman before him peeled off her baggy shirt. Pale, freckled skin bare for him to see. Smiling against the vibrant blush on her face. Gold eyes shimmering in such a way that seemed to beg him to touch her. 

He had to lie to himself then, that she loved him as he ran his hands along her skin. But God…did he love HER.

“Pidge.” Was all he could pant out as he rocked against her wet warmth. Hours, maybe minutes later. Naked in every way except the truth. His head buried in her hair. His voice practically BREAKING with need. Hands holding onto her like dying life.

“Oh God…Please…” Let him drown in her. Let him forget. Let him break and crumble underneath her gentle touch.

Let him be real in Pidge’s arms.

Let him fool himself in thinking that the one she was so eager to have between her legs was HIM. Let him lie to himself and say that the one she wanted in her bed was HIM. That the hands she wanted touching her chest were HIS.

Not Shiro’s.

She cried out, blunt nails scraping down his back. Catching on fabricated scars. Legs tightening around him. Shuddering and sobbing. And he tried not to think about how he deserved so much more pain for the lies he told her. For what they were doing right now.

She clung to him.

Kissed him.

Moved with him.

He didn’t last much longer after that. And, for once, he wasn’t riddled with guilt. Everything was just bliss. White-hot and gold. Everything was just her.

Pidge.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Even his whimpers were broken as he pressed kisses onto her neck, bare chest, and soft lips. Secretly, Kuron was happy. Ecstatic. 

She was HIS now.

Not Shiro’s. Not Lotor’s. HIS. He finally had something to his name, something he could hold on to…

She smiled at him.

Skin slick with sweat. Glowing brighter than a candle. Bangs clumping against a damp forehead. She was a mess in his arms.

She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

“I love you to.” There, that look in her golden eyes. That’s what broke him. With her hands on his face, its what made him dive down to claim her lips once more.

It’s what made him forget.

Forget who he was. What they just did. He felt real. He felt like a normal, actual human wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. God, if there even WAS one, let him stay like this. With her. With her love in his artificial heart. Let him be human with her. Their lips slotted together, messy and lazy.

Happy.

“Shiro…” Pidge breathed softly as her hands rubbed the red welts she left on his scar-riddled back. He stilled. Something vital draining out of him.

He broke.

Make no mistake, Kuron didn’t facially react. He just stared at the small, smiling woman below him. With the golden eyes soft with love. With the honey-hued hair sprawled all around her pillow. He traced the line of her bare shoulder.

His heart bleeding.

He should’ve known. Should’ve recognized that he could never be happy. Not when Shiro was all Pidge could see. Not when he wasn’t human in the way that mattered. Who was he kidding? She could never want HIM. She could never belong to HIM, despite what they just did. 

Shiro still in her heart.

But for a second, a moment that will always haunt him, he had believed she had loved HIM, wanted HIM. Kuron looked down at the woman he loved. Who didn’t love him, not truly.

Not knowing whether to kiss her or kill her.

Pretty girls and pretty flowers 🌺 === Good lord today was hecktic, so sorry about the lack-luster post...

They had slept in the same bed out of necessity, but come morning...Lotor couldn't find it within himself to regret their decision. Even if she snored. Like really, really snored. But even still, Lotor couldn't help but snuggle closer. She was so warm...the Green Paladin wasn't sick was she? Taking a strand of her warmth-colored hair, Lotor mused on the small woman sleeping, snoring against him. Soft against his battle-worn hands. This woman, he thought. Troublesome to his Empire in every way. Troublesome to the Prince's own health! Pidge shifted. Moving on her side so that she faced him. Still snoring like a damn engine. But Lotor didn't care. How could he? Her face looked so soft like this. So young and relaxed in the morning light. Hair splayed all around her in maddening, illogical patterns. She looked so different like this. So much unlike the blasted little demon she became whenever they fought. He stared at her mouth. At the soft curves of her upper lip. The plushness of her bottom one. Then Lotor realized something. Realized something with a jolt so bad, the Prince nearly fell out of their shared bed altogether. He cursed her, cursed the little woman inching closer to him. All while wanting to laugh. Damn this little Thief of Hearts.

There was always a distance between them. A bridge that, no matter how hard Shiro tried, he could never cross. She was always moving, making, creating. She was getting ahead of life faster than he ever would. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for her to join them. To come with him and her family to unknown territories. Time was, and always will be, the killer.

“I shouldn’t be so enamored with you, I know.” She tried to struggle out of his grip, to bite his hand, but his other hand was wrapped around her shoulder threateningly.

Claws sinking into the skin.

“Let go of me!” Pidge tried her best to spit in his face. To get him away from her. His claws grazed her mouth, as if he was trying to map their shape out. But he remained close.

Too close.

“But is it wrong that I want to keep you here, with me, forever?” He was warm, his hands and body so near her own, was almost gentle as he handled her. His eyes soft with…something.

Soft with a sort of madness.

“Are you…ok?”

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Pidge Ship Week 2017: Day 3 - Sacrifice

"Mothman Squad" just floating zero gravity, as you do. <3 === I decided to do a different Pidge ship every day just because I think they all need a lil love. And because I just want Pidge to be happy 😭 ===