I wanna write a #sheith story that's post s8 with Keith and Shiro having a drunken one night stand which ends up w/ them having a kid. This would be possible in this au because Galra genetics

Though I'll be taking liberties because Allura would still be alive. I want her and Lance to be Keith's confidants. Lance being the actual serious one for once and saying Keith needs to tell Shiro. But respecting Keith's decision not to.

Basically it'll have sweet angst and cute children. And smut. Because I miss writing that.

Shiro is too drunk to remember that night clearly. He recalls bits and pieces but he thinks it's just a dream. He's still married to Curtis. I'd say a year or so into the marriage. Keith had come to visit after a mission with the Blade's and Curtis and Shiro are

Having marriage problems. They go for drinks and the rest is history. Keith probably wasn't as drunk as Shiro and he knows what he's doing is a bad and he should stop but he just wants to be selfish. I might write a bit here? Just to get my idea down to come back to later.

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#nsfw

Keith knew he should put a stop to this. He knew what he was doing was wrong. Shiro was /married/ for God's sake. But when it came to Shiro, Keith was a weak man. And the way Shiro was biting at his throat made him even weaker.

Biting back a groan, Keith dug his

Nails into the bed beneath him. He wanted to cling to Shiro, scratch up his back, bite his shoulder. Leave /some/ evidence that he had been there. That this had happened. But he couldn't. He couldn't ruin Shiro's marriage like that.

So why wasn't he stopping this?

Easy.

For once in his life, Keith wanted to be selfish.

He'd given so much of himself over the years. To the universe, his team, everything. He'd swallowed back his wants and desires just to avoid holding back those important to him. When Shiro got married he sucked it up and only

Cried after he made it back home.

Keith might be making a mistake with this. After tonight, Shiro might want to put some distance between them. Cut Keith out. And sure it'll hurt Keith in ways unimaginable. But for Shiro, he'd do it. Hell he'd even leave Earth to make it easier.

A warm mouth against his own pulled Keith from his internal conflict. Shiro cupped Keith's face, tilting his head up and deepening the kiss. When his tongue brushed against Keith's, the half Galra shuddered and opened his mouth eagerly.

"Shit," Keith gasped.

Shiro chuckled, warm hands sliding up Keith's bare sides. "That good, huh?"

His hands were content to run along Keith's skin like he was memorizing every scar. Shiro blatantly ignored where Keith wanted him to touch the most. Already his erection was straining against the

Confines of his underwear; the front already damp and sticky with pre. It didn't help matters when Shiro would rut his own clothes erection against Keith's ass. It seemed that in his drunken haze, he was content just kissing bruises into Keith's skin.

"Shiro, please." Keith couldn't handle Shiro treating him like this. Touching him with a reverence that should only be reserved for his husband and not a close friend. Shiro shouldn't even be touching him to begin with.

A kiss to his temple and Shiro's slurred chuckle had

Keith's chest aching. "Why? 'M havin' fun watching you squirm."

To punctuate his statement, Shiro gave a particularly hard thrust against Keith. With a groan of frustration, Keith grabbed Shiro's face and pulled him up into a sloppy kiss. The alcohol was still heavy on their

Tongues and Keith was left feeling dizzy. He growled against Shiro's mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. "Play with me player. Just fuck me, Shiro."

Keith didn't want Shiro to treat him gently. It would just make the guilt even more suffocating later. For now he was content to

Let go of his inhibitions and indulge.

And thankfully Shiro was feeling merciful. He wasted no time stripping their remaining clothes and tossing them over the side. Then he was reaching for the little complimentary bottle of lube the hotel offered and pouring a generous

Amount onto his hand. The prep was quick and hurried, Shiro's eagerness shining through. But Keith didn't mind if it hurt. He wanted every shred of this might seared into his memory, his body.

He never wanted to forget that for just one night Shiro was his.

The moment Shiro

Pulled his fingers from Keith and slid into him, Keith's brain shorted out. He keened, arching his back and grinding down on Shiro's thick cock.

Shiro bit back a curse, hands digging into the meat of Keith's thighs and dragging him further into his lap. It wasn't till he was

Fully sheathed in Keith that Shiro started moving. His thrusts were hard and uncoordinated. The ultimate pinnacle of a drunk man. And Keith loved every second of it.

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Ayy I'm gonna leave this here for now. I'm so rusty writing smut so rip. I will return in the morning!

Also rip to all the mistakes. Put "later" and my phone changed it to "player". Bet that didn't make a lick of sense

Alright I'm back. Let's get back into this.
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Shiro hissed through his teeth, Altean hand blindly feeling around for Keith's hand before wrapping around his wrist and pulling his arm over his shoulders. "Hold on to me, baby." He whispered against Keith's lips.

Keith shook his head in protest but did nothing to resist Shiro guiding his arms around him. Like this it would be even harder to resist digging his nails in. But he had to resist. He couldn't leave evidence for Curtis to find.

Nevermind the fact Keith was already crossing so

many other lines. He was trying to rationalize to himself that so long as they forgot this night and pretended it never happened, it'd be ok. Keith knew it was skummy. He knew he'd end up feeling like shit by the end of this. But for now he just wanted to feel good.

Shiro peppered kisses along Keith's neck, coaxing his body to relax before he gave an experimental thrust. "Ah!" Keith gasped, body jolting at the tingling feeling spreading throughout his body.

Taking the sound as encouragement, Shiro began slowly thrusting in and out of Keith

like a man who had all the time in the world. It would've been sweet if Keith wasn't desperate for more. He groaned when a particularly deep thrust brushed against his prostate.

"Shiro, come on." He wasn't above begging if it got him what he wanted.

Merely humming, Shiro

slowly dragged his cock along Keith's inner walls only to shove back in with a snap of his hips. Keith choked on a moan and tossed his head back. Keith grit his teeth, smacking his heel against Shiro's lower back.

"Shiro, do it harder." He growled between clenched teeth.

"You sure?"

"I can take it."

Shiro pulled back far enough to give Keith a doubtful smile. It shouldn't have been as cute as it was but that's Shiro for you. His hair was mused and his face was flushed from both the alcohol and arousal. He gave Keith a dopy, amused smile before

saying a simple, "Alright."

The next thing Keith knew Shiro was pulling out till only the tip was in, then he was slamming back in hard enough that Keith saw stars. He gasped for breath and barely had time to draw any in before Shiro was pulling out and repeating the motion. The

pace he set was punishing. Leaving no room for Keith to do anything but hold on and wheeze for air. His nails would've dug deep marks into Shiro's back if he hadn't been keeping his hands into tight fists. Keith had a fleeting moment to hope they didn't break skin before Shiro

was changing the angle and somehow reaching /deeper/ with his next thrust. Keith whimpered, turning bleary eyes up at Shiro and forcing them to stay open. He needed to see everything of this. He needed to sear it into his brain. Keith hoped to all Gods listening he would not

forget this moment.

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Sorry the smut isn't anything GOOD. Again, I'm rusty. I'm going to take a bit of a break here to do some other things then I'll come back.

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When Keith woke up the following morning his body ached in the best of ways. But as he sat there feeling contentment coursing through him like slow, sweet syrup, he was suddenly hit by the gravity of the situation.

Beside him Shiro was still dead asleep and didn't appear to

be budging anytime soon. Good. Keith needed all the time he could get.

It was easy for Keith to slip from the bed and make his way into the bathroom. A few damp towels would have to do for cleanup.

Keith knew from experience that a hung-over Shiro wouldn't wake up for

anything but the smell of coffee or food. So Keith should be able to remove any and all evidence of the previous night. Shiro was pliant under Keith's hands and slipping back on his boxers took only a slight amount of effort. Hopefully he didn't notice the dry pre on the front.

Keith threw on his Blade uniform, checking himself in the mirror and making double sure any incriminating marks were covered up. Then he took great care in tucking Shiro into bed before grabbing one of the notebooks on the room's table and writing a quick note in case Shiro did

wake up.

'Went to get food and coffee. - Keith'

He wasn't gone long and just as predicted, Shiro was just as he left him. Keith hummed, placing the coffee and muffin on the nightstand by the bed before dropping into the arm couch and devouring his own muffin.

Like clockwork

the smell of coffee managed to rouse Shiro up with a confused and pained groan. He mumbled a jumble of words that could have been 'where am I' just as easily as they could've been 'worm my'.

"Hotel room," Keith said around his mouthful, "We got drunk last night and crashed in a

room."

"Keith?" Blearily Shiro pushed himself off the bed and groaned. A hand came to cradle his head and he blinked blurry eyes at his bare chest. "Where are my clothes??"

"You vomited on them. They're in the bathroom from when you dried them." Which wasn't a lie. Shiro puking

on his pants is what got Keith and him in bed together in the first place. All it took was Keith helping Shiro take of his pants and clean himself, then it's just a bit of a blurr. Keith had a moment of guilty pleasure at the fact he was able to remember the main event and only

vaguely recall the lead-up.

So far Keith was managing to keep his cool. Years of practice really played off in moments like these. But Keith had no clue how long he could keep a straight face. Thankfully the food and coffee kept him occupied, but how long would that last?

"Oh." Shiro said a little dumbly. He was always so slow to process things in the morning. Then he was reaching over for his muffin and nibbling on it slowly.

"I'll be heading out, later. Gotta check in with my team and let them know I'm fine."

Shiro nodded, "Yeah. I figure

going awol for who knows how long probably has them worrying."

"Mmmm Kosmo maybe. But Acxa and the others probably won't care unless I don't check in for another day or two." Keith leaned back and loudly slurped his coffee.

Shiro snorted at that, "Confidence in their leader to

do fine?"

"More like confidence in my Galra genes to keep me alive."

"How sweet of them." Shiro chuckled, finishing off his muffin in a few quick bites. He took a generous gulp of his coffee, only slightly wincing at the sting. "Ah such bitter coffee. Perfect for a hangover."

"Mmm." Keith spent a moment longer enjoying the silence of the room. From Shiro's reactions so far it seemed like he didn't remember last night. Either that or he was trying to avoid the topic in case he thought Keith didn't remember anything. He had to be sure.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Honestly? No." Shiro took a moment to think about it, his brows furrowing to think past his headache. "I remember up to our 4th shot and after that it gets a little fuzzy."

"Shiro. We were drinking way before we took those shots."

"Exactly. It didn't hit me till then." Shiro paused, eyes widening for a moment before he frowned.

Keith didn't notice this reaction, too busy tossing his empty cup and walking to the door. "Well I'll be seeing you, Shiro. Sorry I can't stay around longer."

Shiro's head

shot up and he smiled warmly, "It's no worries. Thanks for spending your limited freetime with me."

"Of course," Keith said with a returned smile. He inclined his head to the former Black Paladin and offered an awkward wave. "I'll let you know the next time we're in Earth's

solar system."

Shiro's smile widened till his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Can't wait."

And with that Keith left the hotel room and the night they had behind.

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Woooo another break. Idk if I'll continue putting this fic in threads or not. I want it to be pretty long but

I'm not entirely sure. I think for now I'll leave it here and maybe come back for it either in threads or in an actual fic-fic for Ao3. We'll see!