Terror

He doesn't stop until I feel like a gooey mess inside, my head spinning as I pant desperately for air. He finally pulls his mouth away, quickly stripping off his shirt before he continues stroking his finger in my molten heat. I look at him with my hooded, dazed gaze as he gropes the tent in his pants, licking his lips. His eyes were molten, hungry gold as they stared down at me- I whimper softly, my tongue feeling useless. I beg him with my eyes for mercy, making a helpless face as he groans throatily. "Fuck… don't worry, Kitten… Daddy will take care of you…" Kuroo whispers as he unzips his pants, finally pulling his finger from my heat. "After all… I always do." Kuroo whispers as he pulls me to the edge of the bed, leaning over my body. "So… I'll go slow…" Kuroo mumbles as he perches his elbow beside my head, his other hand sliding to my thigh. "At first. I still need to punish you for not listening to daddy." Kuroo chuckles as I whimper desperately, though he pulls my weak legs around his waist. "Tell you what, as long as you can keep your legs around me, I'll go nice and slow for you." Kuroo whispers, his hand sliding to his cock and stroking it between my wet lips.

"So… hang on." Kuroo says as I try lifting my hand to his chest, though he takes my hand and pins it over my head. "Be a good girl for daddy… try to hang on, okay? I want to savor you..." Kuroo chuckles as he taps his cock against my clit, making me twitch and moan. "Mm… I've missed you…" Kuroo whispers as he strokes his cock down to my entrance, leaning down and kissing my neck. He perches one of his knees on the bed, his body towering over mine as the new angle lifts my legs higher on his waist. "And I already know… you're going to be heaven…" Kuroo mumbles into my neck as he slowly moves his hips down, his cock sliding into me and stretching my molten heat. I choke, squeezing my eyes shut and moaning desperately as he sucks in a shuddering breath. "I'll… never… get used to… that…" Kuroo groans throatily as he squeezes my pinned wrist tighter, his other hand sliding to my thigh and holding it steady. I dig my head back into the bed as I cry out in bliss, my whole body shaking from the feeling of Kuroo's molten hot rod pressing into my gooey blistering heat. I whimper helplessly as I wrap my arm around him, digging my nails into his back.

Kuroo groans softly as I arch my back, tightening my legs around his waist. "God…" Kuroo whispers as he buries his head into my neck, panting heavily as he fully buries himself into me. "Oh… heaven…" Kuroo mumbles as I try catching my breath, my head spinning from the bliss of him reaching deep inside of me. Kuroo takes a deep breath, lifting his weight onto his elbow as he looks down at me. "Hold on tight, Kitten." Kuroo whispers, staring into my eyes with all of the love and passion he had in his body. I whimper softly, though he leans down, kissing me softly as he slowly withdraws his hips. I let out a sweet moan and Kuroo greedily ate it up, kissing all over my face. He sways his hips forward, eliciting another moan from me as he buries himself deep inside me again. My body turns to goo, my gaze blurring as I let out a shuddering breath. "You're so fucking beautiful…" Kuroo groans, withdrawing again- he repeats the action, slowly withdrawing before fully rocking in. Gentle bliss consumes my body, along with Kuroo's sweet whispers of never ending love, care and affection- this must be making love, slow, sweet love that brings tears of bliss to your eyes.

"God… I love you so much… you look adorable when you're cumming on my cock… look at you, it's obvious you're enjoying every second of this… you like my cock? You like it when I'm nice and slow?" Kuroo whispers as he pulls my hand off of his back, gently kissing my knuckles. "You don't have to answer, I know you're lost in bliss… I know you like it, your sweet heaven is telling me with every throb, every suckle, every little squeeze… it's so tempting… Mm..." Kuroo whispers as he slides my hand down to be cradled with his other hand. "But… like this, I feel like I could make love to you forever. I feel like I could pump into your sweet embrace and never cum, no matter how utterly fantastic it feels… and oh, baby, it feels fantastic. You're so fucking wet- my cock is completely coated in your heat, you know that? It feels wonderful, really, it does." Kuroo whispers, leaning down and kissing along my neck, making me shiver. "You're so tight too, god, you're so tight, but you take my cock like a fucking champ. Did I mention how fucking divine you feel wrapped around my cock? I mean, this is literally heaven. You're perfect." Kuroo whispers, his hand sliding to my hip.

"And you are literally… so fucking beautiful when you're cumming on my cock… I want to see that face forever. I want to see you under my body, forever- but you know what I want to see even more?" Kuroo whispers as he slides hand slides to cup the back of my thigh, prying it off of his waist. "I want to see you writhing, screaming on my cock. I want to see you go wild, to see the face you make when I pound my cock into your sweet embrace… I want to see the look on your face when I spray my cum balls deep inside of your little cunt, after giving you the pounding of a lifetime." Kuroo chuckles, my breath catching as my fuzzy brain tries processing his words. "Your legs aren't wrapped around me, anymore, Kitten… Do you remember what I said before we started?" Kuroo chuckles, letting go of my hands and sliding his other hand to cup the back of my other thigh. "It's okay if you don't, I know you can't really think right now." Kuroo purrs as he pushes my legs up to my chest, my arms limp right where he left them. "I remember. I remember that I still need to punish you for wearing that skirt- it's best when you aren't expecting it." Kuroo chuckles and I furrow my eyebrows, lost.

"After all… nothing like a pounding after getting you nice, relaxed, wet and adjusted to my cock." Kuroo chuckles as he sits up, holding my thighs tight- almost painful. I whimper softly as Kuroo withdraws his cock until only the tip is inside- He slams into me and I cry out in surprise. "That's right… It's time for your punishment, Kitten. So be a good girl and try to keep up." Kuroo groans as he brutally pounds into my heat, making me cry and wail in bliss at the sudden change of pace. "For the record… If I ever see that skirt on you again… I will not hesitate to rip it off of you and pound you into the fucking ground, do you hear me?" Kuroo snarls ferociously and I choke, a sharp thrill shooting through me- oh, he was pissed. "Do you hear me?" Kuroo snaps, gripping tighter onto the back of my thighs as he fiercely rams his cock into my heat. I scream in a mixture of pain and bliss, my body jumping with every harsh slap of his hips meeting mine. "You better not wear it in public again, this is your last warning. I will have you screaming at the top of your lungs no matter who sees, I don't fucking care. That skirt is non-negotiable." Kuroo hisses, savagely slamming his cock into my heat.

"Do I make myself clear?" Kuroo snarls and I whimper helplessly as tears fill my eyes- it felt so good, but his hands on the back of my thighs hurt. "Answer the fucking question, sweetheart- do I make myself clear that you will not wear that skirt in public again?" Kuroo snarls in my ear and I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut- ow, my thighs- "Yes! I-I won't wear it again. K-Kuroo, you're hurting me!" I whine, Kuroo huffing as he pries his hands off of my thighs and perching his elbows on either side of my head. "Don't wear that skirt in public- I mean it." Kuroo grumbles, his hands curling into the sheets until his knuckles turn white. I whimper softly, tears in my eyes as Kuroo sighs, stopping his pounding. "Are you okay?" He whispers softly, brushing the tears from my eyes as I sniff lightly. "Hurts…" I whimper, Kuroo shushing me softly as he scoops me into his arms. "I'm sorry Kitten… I was upset and I took it out on you… that wasn't right of me to do." Kuroo mumbles, sprinkling soft kisses all over my face as he rolls us over, laying on his back. "Do you want to stop?" Kuroo asks and I whimper, clinging lightly to him- I was trembling. If I was honest with myself, I was scared- it did hurt.

Pain during sex… it scared me. I could deal with a little, like slapping and stuff where it was quick and thrilling, grabbing my hips and being choked to keep quiet but… this pain had been scary. I trusted and loved Kuroo- I had been hurt before because of size, but never… "Kitten?" Kuroo whispers, drawing me from my thoughts as I sniff lightly. "Are you okay?" He whispers, sounding concerned and hurt as he gently strokes my hips- he was going soft inside of me. I hum softly, scrubbing the tears from my eyes as I sniff. "Shit… I'm sorry kitten… I- I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you…" Kuroo croaks, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead. "I'm… I am so… so fucking sorry, Kitten… Are you okay?" Kuroo chokes out, his voice trembling as I see tears gathering in his eyes. "I'm… I'm okay… it just hurt, is all... " I admit softly, Kuroo scrubbing his eyes as he looks hurt. "Fuck… I'm so sorry, here, we can stop. I… I don't think I can continue… I lost control, I'm sorry I hurt you, kitten…" Kuroo croaks, tears flooding his eyes as he reaches for my hips, choking out a soft sob. "No, no, it's okay." I say, wiping his tears away as he shakes his head.

"No, I hurt you. That is not okay, that's never okay. I lost control of my anger and… I hurt you." Kuroo says, looking up at me with pain filled and scared eyes. "That's not okay, Kitten. That's something I never want to do… please… let's stop, I don't think I can control myself." Kuroo says and I press my lips tightly together, feeling guilty- "Then let me do it… I… I'm fine. I'm stronger than I look, Kuroo- I can take a little pain. You can kiss it and make it all better when we're done- but please…" I whisper, Kuroo looking conflicted as he stares up at me with tears in his eyes. I hesitantly lean over, putting my hands on his shoulders as I softly kiss him. Our eyes fall closed and he lightly twitches inside of me at his half cocked state, though I just kiss him over and over. "It's okay, Kuroo. I know you don't mean to hurt me or scare me… I love you, I don't hold it against you at all. That's why I'm okay- I know you didn't mean to and that you're genuinely sorry. It's okay." I whisper, gently brushing my fingers through his hair as he sniffs softly. "If it hurt that much, I would tell you to stop. It hurt but… I could handle it until then." I say and Kuroo nods, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm sorry, Kitten… I won't do it again." Kuroo whispers, giving me a gentle, remorseful kiss. We kiss softly for a while, no tongue, just kisses with emotion- after a while I gently rock my hips on him- Kuroo shivers, groaning softly as his head falls back. "Kitten…" Kuroo whispers, his eyes falling fully closed as he lets out a shuddering breath. I slowly sit up, placing my hands on his chest as I open my eyes, watching his reaction. I steady rock my hips on him, his lips parting in small pants as his eyebrows furrow. His face contorts with pleasure and weakness as I move more, not faster or harder by any means- just taking more, moving my hips in light circles and rocking into him. He groans, hesitantly sliding his hands to the tops of my thighs and gently stroking them. I moan softly, feeling him throb inside of me as I keep my steady pace. "Fuck…" Kuroo whispers, making a pained face as he grinds his teeth together. "Kuroo… Cum." I whisper and he lets out a groan, shuddering as he fully relaxes- I slide down fully onto him as he sprays his seed inside of me, gasping softly for air. We stay like that for a while, Kuroo catching his breath as I gently caress his chest.

"I'll be back." Kuroo mumbles once we had pulled away and cleaned up, sliding off of the bed. He steps out of the room and I blink, wondering where he was going. I shrug it off, stripping off my shirt and sliding on my panties- he wouldn't mind if I took his shirt, would he? I decide to take my chances, sliding on his shirt and settling onto his bed on my stomach. I grab the pillow I had earlier, tucking it under my chin and holding it tight as I wait. Not long after he comes back in, walking over to me and laying something against the back of my upper thighs- "Cold!" I squeak, jumping lightly as Kuroo chuckles softly. "It'll help prevent any swelling." Kuroo says softly as he lays down next to me, searching my eyes. "I'm sorry." Kuroo whispers and I glance over at him, pinching his nose lightly. "I'm okay- I promise. I'm more concerned for you, if Arthur finds out he'll try and rip your throat out." I say, Kuroo cracking a small smile as his eyes soften. "Pretty sure I'm more worried about you. I honestly don't remember how hard I squeezed…" Kuroo mumbles and I shrug lightly, burying my head into my pillow. "I'm okay." I say and he sighs, leaning over and gently kissing my forehead.

"You say that… but Arthur told me once that you aren't really one to admit when you're in pain. I mean, I saw you break an arm and not flinch- you even tried to give CPR with that broken arm." Kuroo says and I shift lightly, avoiding looking in his gaze. "My pain tolerance is higher than others- not to say I don't feel the pain… I just don't like complaining about it unless it's that bad. Complaining just makes it stick around, y'know?" I say, Kuroo humming softly as he scoots closer, laying his arm around my waist. "Yeah, well… if you're in pain, tell me, okay? I don't care what, when, where, why… I'll try and help, okay? Taking care of you is just something I'll do." Kuroo says, making me smile as I feel myself soften. "Well… a towel to wrap those ice packs so I don't get ice burn would be nice." I say, Kuroo chuckling as he kisses my forehead. "On it." Kuroo says, sliding back up and walking out of the room. I sigh softly, looking over my shoulder- I already knew they were going to bruise. I didn't want him to feel bad, thought it was pretty obvious he already did. It was a good thing that I was good at dealing with my pain, because I'm sure he'd be feeling very guilty if I wasn't.

"Hey, Sunshine. Kuroo made food." Suna says as I stir from my nap- when had I fallen asleep? "Hmm? Mm…" I hum as I blink my eyes open, slowly sitting up and yawning. Kuroo must've taken the ice packs and put them in the fridge, because there was nothing on my sore thighs anymore. "Good afternoon." Suna chuckles and I offer him a sleepy smile as I slide my legs off the end of the bed, though I stop. "Mm…" I hum as I scrunch up my nose, Suna chuckling as he comes over. "Want me to carry you?" He asks and I look up at him, still half asleep. "Come on then." Suna says, reaching down and touching the back of my thighs- I yelp and flinch in pain, making him pause. He pulls back, a weird look in his eyes as he crouches down. He dips his head down, lifting my calf and looking under my thigh. "That motherfucker." Suna growls as he bolts up, storming out of the door. "Suna? Suna! Hey! Wait!" I call as I stumble to my feet, chasing after him. "Kuroo! What the fuck, man?" Suna growls as he storms into the kitchen, though I was still jogging down the stairs. "Suna, listen, I-" Kuroo starts, though Suna punches him square in the jaw, making him stumble.

"Yeah, I deserved that." Kuroo mumbles as he rubs his jaw, not even bothering to fight back as Suna grabs his collar. "Hey!" I cry out as I dash over, sliding between them and putting my hands to Suna's chest. "Please, calm down, I know it looks bad-" I say, Suna trembling under my fingers as he glares daggers at Kuroo. "What looks bad?" Kozu asks, coming over and taking a stand by Kuroo as Suna snarls. "Looks bad?! Looks bad- you can't even fucking see how bad it is!" Suna hissed as he let go of Kuroo, pulling me back and lifting the back of my shirt. "It's fucking huge, it's red as hell- and it's fucking tender as shit, I barely touched it and you yelped like you had just been stabbed. It doesn't fucking look bad- it is bad!" Suna says and I press my lips tightly, though I hear a loud thunk and a grunt. I turn and see Kuroo kneeling down, clutching his stomach as Kozu grabs onto his hair. He had a dark look on his face as he yanked Kuroo's head back, pointing to my thighs. "Did you fucking do that, Kuroo? How could you? What the absolute fuck?" Kozu growls, Kuroo swallowing thickly as he looks up at Kozu. "Listen…" Kuroo tries, though the front door opens.

I look over and see Arthur on the doorway- he looks at me, sees Suna holding my shirt up, sees the back of my thighs, sees Kozu holding Kuroo on his knees- "Oh, it's ass beating time." Arthur growls as he rolls up his sleeves, though I quickly slip out of Suna's arms as Arthur storms over. "Arthur, no- Arthur, Arthur! Listen to me, no!" I protest as I try blocking his path, putting my hands to his chest. "You're really going to tell me no? You're really going to tell me no?" Arthur laughs, though he touches the back of my thigh and makes me yelp in pain. "Yeah, you can't tell me he didn't fucking hurt you. You can't tell me that it's okay that he did that." Arthur hisses, trying to step past me though I grab his shirt. "Arthur, please! He didn't mean to hurt or scare me, okay? He already apologised-" I say, though Arthur turns his cold glare to look at me. "He fucking scared you? You know what it means to scare you Kiki? It makes it fucking rape to scare you." Arthur yells, making me flinch as he begins to tremble. "I- he didn't scare me, Arthur. Please, I already forgave him… it's okay, I love him." I whisper, though Arthur lets out a maniacal laugh as he turns to me, throwing his hands in the air.

"Fucking hell, Kiki! That doesn't make it okay! Rape is rape, abuse is abuse, pain is pain and fear is fear! You can't tell me you are seriously okay with what happened to you because you love him. You seriously can not brush this off with love- and I sure as hell hope you don't because that is not okay. If he fucking raped you, if he forced you and hurt you- you need to tell me right fucking here, right fucking now so I can tear his fucking throat out and-" Arthur says, though my chest aches with what he was implying. "He didn't fucking rape me, Arthur! He didn't scare me, he just got a little out of hand and squeezed too hard- that is all! I told him and he immediately stopped and took care of me and promised not to do it again! Does that look like the face of someone who's proud of what they've done?! Does that look like the face of a fucking rapist to you? Does that look like he's perfectly fine that he hurt me? No, that looks like someone who saw the pain they inflicted, realized their mistakes and is willing to accept the consequences for what they've done! He didn't rape me!" I scream at Arthur as I point at Kuroo, who has tears in his eyes as he trembles with the powers of his sobs.

Arthur looked at Kuroo, pressing his lips together- he was still angry, I could tell, but he was also taking in the fact that Kuroo was sobbing his heart out. "He didn't fucking rape me, so get that thought out if your head right here, right now. If he had raped me, do you really think I would be standing here defending him? If he really raped me, don't you think he'd have his fucking eyes gouged out already? I fucking know rape, Arthur. I know it- and this wasn't rape, it was just a slip up that won't happen again. So if you're gonna tell me that you're gonna beat the ass of someone who realized their mistakes, who apologised profusely in tears and took care of me, who I fully forgave for their honest mistake, I'm not going to stand for it. I'm not saying it's okay that he hurt me, I'm saying that it's okay because I forgave him. I'm saying it's okay because I wasn't scared because I love him and trust him to stop if I asked him to, if I told him that he hurt me, which is exactly what he did." I say, Arthur dropping his gaze and seeming irritated. "You know Kuroo- do you really think he could face me if he thought he raped me or hurt me that badly?" I ask and Arthur scrunches up his nose, still upset.

"Besides, don't you think he's tearing himself up enough over this? Do you think he enjoys the fact that he hurt me? Do you think that he's brushing it off and ignoring it? No, he knows full damn well what he did and he's taking full responsibility for it. He's not fighting back- he thinks he deserves it but I really don't fucking think he does." I say firmly, letting go of Arthur's shirt as he scowls. "So yeah, you can beat his ass if you want to, but it won't make me happy and it sure as hell won't do any good. He's having a hard enough time to look me in the eyes and I hate it- I want to let it go and let bygones be bygones. If he does it again, you can feel free to tear his ass off and put it on a pedestal, but for once in your life, listen to me and let it go. I'm a big girl, I can hold my own grudges and this isn't one of them." I say and Arthur lets out an exasperated sigh as he turns and glares at Kuroo. "You're lucky she's so damn good with words… but if you do it again, I swear to fucking God, Kuroo Tetsuro, I will make your life a living hell and words won't make it any better- whether there from your mouth or hers." Arthur grumbles as Kozu lets go of Kuroo's hair, though Kuroo just looks dejected.

"Jesus fucking Christ, let a guy speak for once and he'll tell you that he already knows. He knows damn fucking well." I grumble as I walk over to Kuroo, kneeling down in front of him and pulling his hands from his face. "It's okay, I'm not made out of glass. I can take a beating like no other, I'm fine. I know you didn't mean to, I know you regret it- I don't hold it against you and I don't think any differently of you for it. It's fine, so please… stop crying. It hurts seeing you cry, especially when I know that you would take care of me so much more than you could ever hurt me. Everyone in this room has done something against me at some point, some more than others- Kenma has slapped me, Suna has fucked me so hard he put me in a hospital and Arthur- well, come on, it's fucking Arthur. It's fine, I promise. You used your one get out of jail free card." I say as I wrap my arms around Kuroo's neck, pulling him to lay his head on my shoulder. "I know you are hurting over this and it hurts knowing you're this hurt over it. I'm not saying it's okay, I'm saying I forgive you and we can move on." I whisper as I gently stroke my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" Kuroo sobs as he hugs me, holding me tight.

Kuroo apologizes profusely with his hoarse voice, burying his head into my neck and clinging desperately to my small frame. I gently caress him as he trembles and silently cries, whispering my reassurances while the others all stare, seeming uncomfortable. "Damn. Even I wouldn't feel that bad about hurting Kiki." Arthur snorts and I spare him a glare, giving him the 'shut your fucking mouth' look. "What? I'm just stating the facts, I mean, I know you can take anything like a champ. Hurting you is nothing." Arthur snorts and I let out a fake laugh, shaking my head. "Yeah, like that one time you punched me in the stomach while I was pregnant and sent me into total panic mode- hilarious Arthur, you didn't even bat an eyelash as I was begging you to call an ambulance on my hand and knees." I chime darkly, the room falling quiet as everyone looks at Arthur. Arthur opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again- "First off, I knew you didn't need a rape baby in your life at that time, so I did what I thought was best for you at that point of my life. To be fair, you totally freaked me out when you panicked like that, I did call an ambulance." Arthur says, shuffling lightly as he drops his gaze.

"Don't call my son a rape baby." I snarl, Arthur snapping his lips shut as he raises his hands. "Woah mama bear, cool it, I know you're sensitive right now cause Kuroo's crying and you're hurt and all, but I'm trying to make light. It's you who brought that up." Arthur says, though Kozu lightly clears his throat. "Not gonna lie, Arthur… that's really fucked up, even for you. That's like… fucked up. Kicking a baby fucked up. You might as well have." Kozu mumbles and Arthur runs a hand through his hair as Kuroo slowly sits back, nodding in agreement- "That's- okay, look. Kiki was 12, she was impregnated by rape, her brother was literally knocking on death's door in the hospital, her mother was deep in dogshit debt and stress from the court case and on top of that Kiki was literally living her fucking life in the bathroom, shoving food down her throat just to throw it back up. You weren't there- she was fucking sick. That baby was killing her- but she was being a stubborn ass and not wanting an abortion. I did the villain thing knowing full well that she would never forgive me, but at least she'd fucking live." Arthur grumbles, crossing his arms and looking a tad uncomfortable.

"Still doesn't make it right." Suna mumbles, looking a bit agitated as Arthur scrubs a hand over his face. "You think I don't fucking know? She wouldn't let me near her for a month, even then Judas kept me constantly in the corner of the room with a fucking knife at my throat. It took a lot more to even forgive me- and you can bet your ass she didn't let me near that baby when it was born. I did what I did at that time because I thought it was right- I realized after that what I had done was wrong and now I love Nen and I wouldn't even consider hurting him. That doesn't change the fact that Kiki was practically on her deathbed when she carried and delivered him. You know what she had to go through to keep him alive and healthy? I do. It took a lot of fucking choking on vomit and pills to keep him inside." Arthur says, the boys all falling silent and looking at me. "Yeah, but he was worth it." I say and Arthur's face turns sour as he looks away. "Right… cause you suffering and knocking on death's door at your delivery was worth it. No offense Kiki… but it's a god damn miracle that you made it out alive- you were just too fucking stubborn." Arthur grumbles as he walks over to the dining room table.

"But please, by all means, I understand that you being in a coma for 4 months after your delivery was worth it, I mean, I was the one by your side through it all. I was the one who drove you to the hospital while you were bleeding out on my backseat. I love the boy- I do, but no one is worth my best friend." Arthur says as he settles down on the table, looking at me as I stand up. "And you better bet your ass if you get pregnant anytime soon, I will gladly play the villain again because we both know it'll be a god damn fucking blessed wish-on-a-star miracle if you got through another pregnancy- and Arthur Pendragon doesn't believe in those kinds of miracles. So save yourself the scarring and wait till you're like, 30, okay?" Arthur says, flashing me a fake smile as I press my lips together. "You know what I did to keep my son, Arthur. You know how many times I cried myself to sleep, how many tireless nights I sat and stared at the ceiling, hoping that he had a chance. You knew that in all that bullshit fucking glory, he was my hope in this fucked up world- and you still laid me a solid one right where it hurt when I trusted and needed you." I say as I storm to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.

I was still bitter about it- Arthur and I both knew it. It had always been a sore point since that night, though we never spoke of it. It had faded away when Nen was born and I recovered, but it was still there. Sure, Arthur loved Nen now, but I knew full well if I turned up pregnant again Arthur would go apeshit again. He vehemently hated when I was pregnant- solely because my pregnancy was as difficult as could fucking be. He always joked that it would be fine when I was older, but we both know if my health took a turn for the worse in any pregnancy he wouldn't be happy- because he had been there. He had been there and he had been by my side despite being pissed to all hell and concerned to the ends of the world about my health. I didn't blame him for wanting me to abort so badly he actually acted on it- because Nen had been killing me. Everyone had wanted me to get an abortion, Judas even admitted at a time that as much as she loved and wanted the baby, she thought an abortion would be better. I needed Arthur's love and support the most then- and he had sucker punched me in my uterus and utterly crushed and terrified me down to my very soul.

I trusted Arthur, but in those moments of that utter betrayal I begged him to call an ambulance and I couldn't think of anything but 'save my baby'. Truth be told I almost lost Nen that night, if I had lost him I would never have forgiven Arthur. It took a lot to trust him after that, I couldn't even look at him or be close to him during my pregnancy. To be honest, if I got pregnant again I'd be terrified to be near Arthur again. It was just something I couldn't take away, it was fine when I wasn't pregnant because there was no risk but… that betrayal was there, right when I needed the bond we built, that love with the long established trust and friendship. I had cried buckets when Arthur did that to me, I had been broken in so many ways and I had so many issues with him and pregnancy. If I ever became pregnant- Arthur would be the last person in the world I would want to know. I loved him and I trusted him- with everything but my own pregnancy. Carrying Nen had been difficult- with the weight of my world crashing down around me, that betrayal had almost broken my back and did me in. Those terrifying moments would always haunt me, wondering when Arthur would resort to that again.

He loved me enough to sacrifice others for me, despite my mental health and well being. Arthur, Judas and I were fucked up beyond belief with a whole shit ton of mental psychological bullshit, which is why we were the teeth- we were monsters, we were broken- but we loved each other and we needed each other the most. That bond would always be there, forged in hell fire and brimstone to keep us together no matter the cost. It fucking hurt- but it was Arthur, he looked at me and he saw his sanity in life, his reason. If he lost that… well, he'd get into a lot of shit and he'd probably die the same day I did in some big crazy fiasco. I have no doubt that if I had lost Nen, Arthur would constantly be watching me from afar and making sure I was alright to keep his mental state steady. If I went off the rocker he would've taken care of me like I was his mother or his little sister- he would've put me in a good home with constant watch and anything I could ever materially want and need- but at the time, I just wanted my happy, healthy son. I was glad I had him, I really was- I would do the same exact thing if it meant bringing my healthy baby boy into this world- he was my absolute everything.

The door opens, drawing me from my thoughts as I hesitantly glance over and see Kozu standing in the doorway. "Hey, Pudding…" Kozu says and I turn back, curling up on my bed. "You okay?" He asks as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him. I don't really say anything since I was moping about, feeling pretty shitty and bitter about the whole ordeal. "I'm guessing you're not hungry, then." Kozu says as he walks over, crawling onto my bed behind me. "Do you want to cuddle?" He asks softly, laying beside me and resting his hand on my hip. I hesitate for a second before I relent, rolling over and burying myself in his chest. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to lay on his chest as he rolls on his back. He gently strokes and caresses me, giving my cheek small kisses and making it hard to be upset. I sigh softly, burying my head in his neck and clinging to him. It felt really shitty- yeah, Arthur was right, I probably overreacted and was sensitive because Kuroo was hurting and I was in pain. He was trying to lighten the mood but… I knew that he was probably just making himself look bad so that the others would turn any resident anger over to him.

Of course, I was traumatized by the thing he did- It wasn't something I took lightly, there was no way I could ever forget something like that, but I didn't need to lash out at him like I did. He was my best friend, I understood that he thought he was doing the wrong thing for the right reason… but it still fucking hurt because I had trusted him and needed him the most in those moments and he betrayed me. I hear the door open and I freeze, holding my breath as Kozu pauses. He glances over and I clutch onto his shirt, pressing my lips together. "Cuddling without me? Rude." Suna says as he walks over, crawling onto the bed on the other side of us and laying down. He was joking, we both knew it. I slowly exhale, relaxing back on Kozu's chest as Suna lays his arm across my hips, gently stroking them. "Does it hurt?" Suna asks and I shake my head, enjoying the subtle heat on my lower back. "May I join?" Kuroo asks from the door, seeming to hesitate as both of the boys pause. "It's fine by me." I say, Kuroo shuffling over as he looks over the other two. Kuroo lays down beside us, laying his arms across my shoulders and giving me a soft kiss as the other two seem to slowly relax.

Surrounded by their love and support… it was nice. It was very nice, very relaxing and generally pleasant. "You know, you're a bitch. It's okay though, because I love you." Arthur says from the doorway and I glance over, seeing him leaning against the frame. "You know, you're an nasty asshole. It's okay though, I'll still kick your ass with love because I'm only a bitch when it comes to you." I say, making Arthur laugh as he itches the back of his neck. "I'm not gonna say sorry about that, you know that right? It would be a lie- if it would have saved you from all of that pain and complications I would do it. I would gladly do it and I'd accept the consequences, I'd accept the fact that you would hate me for the rest of your life but… at least you'd have been healthy. I love Nen, I do, I'm glad you were a stubborn ass bitch but… calling it a close shave is a complete understatement. You literally had a brush with death- and I know damn well that you don't want to die right now, Kiki. Maybe back then you would have considered it, maybe back then you would have gladly given your life in return for Nen but…" Arthur sighs as he presses his lips together, crossing his arms.

"I don't plan on having another pregnancy anytime soon, Arthur. But do me a huge favor? If by any chance I happened to get knocked up… Stay the fuck away from me. No offence, but you got me hella fucked up and I will not hesitate to swing first if you come at me when I'm pregnant. I don't give a fuck how old I am or what I'm going through… if you think that I'll let you hurt my child, unborn or not… I will not hesitate." I say and Arthur cracks a small smile, dropping his gaze down and nodding lightly. "Yeah, yeah… Trust me, I remember I had to walk around you with a ten foot poll after that, Kiki. I remember you would run for the fucking hills and Judas would put a blade to my throat to keep me from taking a step towards you- and I know damn fucking well if I lifted my hand in violence against Nen you would literally tear my fucking throat out. Pinching as far as I'll go." Arthur says and I snort as I grab a pillow, throwing it at Arthur. "You know what, stay the fuck away from my child you damn pinch monster. You already traumatized him, I should've known better than to let you around any child with cheeks." I say, making Arthur laugh heartily as he catches the pillow.

"Do you wanna go see Millie?" Arthur asks and I perk up, looking at him over Kuroo's shoulder. "Someone's gotta keep me from pinching her cheeks." Arthur teases and I pin him with a glare, perching myself up. "Keep those pinchers away from that child, Arthur." I warn and he grins at me, twiddling his fingers. "Make me." Arthur chuckles and I carefully slip out of the embrace of the boys as they chuckle. "I will prevent any trauma that befell a child at your pinching hand." I say, making Arthur laugh as he slips out of the room. "Well, you better get ready cause I already have my mind." Arthur calls as I stand up, heading to my closet and looking for an outfit. "You want some of my clothes?" Kozu asks and I perk up, looking over at him. "If I could get a pair of comfy pants that would be great, something soft and nice smelling." I admit and he nods, heading to his room as the others get up. "I'll get you a shirt." Suna says, making me smile as Kuroo flashes me a grin. "I'll go get you a jacket, it's kind of windy outside." Kuroo says, making me snort as I lightly fiddle with it. "Dressing me up in all your clothes, huh?" I joke lightly as I head to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I walk into the house with a big juicy burger, munching on it happily while completely dressed up in the boy's clothes. I was wearing a pair of Kozu's black sweats, Suna's black shirt and Kuroo's black hoodie. Needless to say- I was comfortable as hell and sniffing myself all over the place for their comforting scent. In my opinion, I smelled fantastic- the boys seemed pretty happy with my outfit too, considering the looks they were giving me. I had decided to toss on my black beanie too, just to keep my hair from going all over the place with this wind. I was actually pretty damn happy right now, I mean, these clothes were comfortable as fuck. I was always one to wear baggy clothes for comfort, it was Aima who dictated my outfits and had me wear casual wear. I didn't really care for my appearance, comfort and convenience had always been my preference. Of course Aima was right, appearances were important- but I thought people should see me at my most comfortable, that way they knew what to expect. If they didn't like it, they could fuck off- but I did humor Aima and let her dress me up because I know it made her happy and well, why the hell not? It's just clothes.

"It's a boyfit!" Aima laughs and I glance over, seeing her sitting on the couch with a big grin on her face and Millie in her arms. "The heck is a boyfit?" I ask as I lick some of the sauce of my thumb, raising an eyebrow at her. "It's an outfit of your boyfriends. In your case, you've got three and you're wearing all three of their clothes!" Aima says and I furrow my eyebrows, looking at her weird. "Okay… I guess?" I mumble as I take another bite of my burger, though she grins at me. "I'll trade you, your burger for my baby." Aima giggles and I glance at Millie, shaking my head as I chew. "I may have all my memories and stuff but… I might still have a narc episode. I don't want to risk it, you can still have my burger though." I say as I offer it to her, though she pouts. "It's fine if you sit down, right? I want you to hold my baby, I know you want to." Aima says and I shrug, wrapping the burger and setting it beside her. "I don't want to risk your baby, no matter the circumstances." I say though Suna sits down beside Aima, patting his lap. "It'll be fine if I help you hold her, right? All you gotta do is sit, if you pass out just lean back into me." Suna says as I take a napkin and wipe my mouth and fingers.

"You really think it'll work?" I ask and he shrugs as I walk over, looking up at me. "I mean, we can just try. If you're gonna pass out, just say something. We'll hold her together and I'll make sure that no matter what, Millie is safe. It's like doing it with a kid, except, you know, a petite narcoleptic teenage girl." Suna says and I can't help but smile as I settle in on his lap. "Well, if you insist, but if I feel like it's not gonna work… well, somebody better take her." I say as Aima grins at me, twisting to face me. I reach over, scooping Millie into my arms- so soft, so small, so precious- she's so absolutely adorable. "Aw… look at you… You're so beautiful." I coo as I lean back into Suna's chest, his arms wrapping around mine and adding a second support to cradle Millie. I can't help but smile and admire the small girl, making sure to cradle her properly by supporting her head, neck and spine. "If your mother weren't so attached to you, I would've already kidnapped you. I think you got a good thing going for you though, so I'll leave you be." I coo teasingly, making Aima laugh as she takes my leftover burger. "You'll get to babysit plenty." She teases as she winks at me, giving me a wink.

"See? If she's hungry, she'll try to eat my pinky." I say, my pinky gently tracing Millie's top lip as Aima nods, watching intently. "It's also good to get her on a set schedule, though she can be a bit fussy at times. They're growing, they know what they need the most. Oh, and have you been following those exercises I sent you?" I ask and she nods, munching on the last of the burger. Millie letting out a big tired yawn and curling her fists, making me swoon at her cuteness. "Aww yee, long day of nappin' huh?" I tease, making Suna snort- he was smiling, watching Millie over my shoulder. "She's a really sleepy baby! I mean, really. I've been doing that whole routine thing you said, but she just sleeps all through the night." Aima says and I can't help but smile as I look over at her. "Well, she's a newborn, she doesn't have a set schedule yet. She wasn't very active in the womb either, but I think she'll start getting active soon- get ready for sleepless nights." I giggle, Aima groaning as she gets up and tosses the burger wrapper. "Trust me, I've been soaking this all up. Without your advice, I'd already be kicking the bucket." Aima says, coming to sit back beside me as I flash her a cocky grin.

"Nen was hard to get on a schedule, that boy was stubborn and as lively as ever. He kept me up for nights on end- god, I don't know how many times I literally rolled myself off the bed just so the drop could wake me up." I say, making Aima laugh as she shakes her head. "God forbid, I'll make Lev do it- he has way more energy than me, he's a total morning person." Aima says and I raise an eyebrow at her, my grin spreading. "And that's how you make a daddy's girl. Be strong, Aima- train yourself while you still can and it'll pay off when she comes running to you instead of Lev." I chide, making Aima laugh as I look back at Millie. "I'm kidding, of course- It's good if you both stimulate her and work together. Goodness knows I'm so thankful to have had Kanori by my side for Nen, all those tireless nights… Sheesh, his morning coffee trips were a godsend- only 300mg a day by the way, so dose it up with creamer and savor it while you can. I tried to do all the work myself though, considering… well, you know." I say, Aima nodding as she settles back on the couch. "Yeah, I know you wanted to be a single hero mommy." Aima says, though I start feeling that strange feeling again.

"Mm-mm. Take her." I say, trying to fight off the feeling as Aima reaches over, taking Millie from my arms. "You okay, Sunshine?" Suna asks, though I just fall limp in his arms as I slip into my unconscious. Dark and icky, feeling sick and groggy- once again, I was restrained. This time I was in pain- an all too familiar, traumatizing and agonizing pain between my legs. "That's it, Dancer… You're mine…" The man groans, though I try to scream in pain- all that comes out is a gargled cry, tears gathering in my eyes. It hurt- it hurt so bad, my hair standing on end as I felt absolute terror, fear and agony through my body- not again, please not again. I didn't want to feel that ever again, My heart aches in my chest, beginning to hyperventilate at that tearing, splitting pain between my legs- my arm hurts, too. I pry open my tear filled eyes, looking over to my arm which had a butterfly bandage over the cut where my implant was- I had my new rose tattoo? I look down- I lurch awake, free from the restraints, but that radiating pain lingered. I scramble to my feet, my heart's pounding deafening my ears as I dash for the door. I quickly throw it open, gasping helplessly as I sprint through the front door.

I was trembling, I couldn't breath, I felt clammy and weak all over, sick to my stomach and groggy- But I was fucking terrified and that pain between my legs wouldn't go away. Someone grabs my wrist and I scream in fear, the sound turning to a terrified wail as they try pulling me back. I wrench my hand away and topple over with the force, falling to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I quickly try scrambling away, trying desperately to stumble to my feet- please, no, no- don't take me back, I don't want that again, never again. "Hey! Hey, hey, Kimiko, hey, hey… it's okay. It's okay- it was just a nightmare." Aima whispers and I heave for air, slowly blinking away the cloud of fear in my head. "That's it, it's okay, just a nightmare. It's just us, your friends- it's okay, you're safe, everything's just fine. Just breathe, in and out- hee, hoo. Hee, hoo." Aima says as she kneels beside me, gently stroking my shoulder and pulling me into her embrace. "Ma… Aima… Aima!" I sob, beginning to sob and wail into her arms as I desperately grapple and cling to her. "I know, I know- it's okay, it was just a nightmare." Aima whispers, gently stroking me as I tremble and cry hysterically into her arms.

"I- he- he- he- he- I- I c- I-" I stutter, looking up at her with tear filled eyes as I let out a broken sob. "He what, Kiki? Breath, take a deep breath- who was it and what did he do?" Aima asks and I suck in a shuddering breath, letting out a loud sob. "The man! He did it again! He got me- he got me, Aima! He did it again- He- look, look!" I say, jerking my sleeve up and looking at my arm at the spot where the cut should be- but there was nothing. I fell silent, staring blankly- there had just been a cut there, but there was no sign of it; but it had felt so damn real. "I… I don't know what you mean, Kiki. There's nothing there, nobody 'got you', you've been here the entire time." Aima says and I lift my eyes up to her, feeling so confused and terrified. "Just… a nightmare?" I mumble softly, though I could still feel that dull, stabbing and tearing pain between my legs. "Just… a… nightmare…" I mumble as I sway backwards, black dots clouding my vision as I fall back against the concrete. "Hey! Kiki, hey, stay with me." Aima says though I let out a shallow exhale as I pass out again. This time all I'm met with is dark numbness, my only relief after that horrible, terrifying nightmare that I had.

"I don't understand, she said the man? She was never completely kidnapped by the man- there was the street incident where the Karasuno boys prevented, there was the car incident- but she was never kidnapped." Arthur sighs as I lightly stir from my sleep, still feeling numb. "I just called my mom and Sakura's mom, the girls are both fine and accounted for. There wasn't another incident." Suna says as I hear a door open, slowly blinking open my eyes. "I don't know, but she seemed really freaked out this time around." Aima sighs as I slowly drag myself to sit up- I gag, a heavy wave of nausea washing over me. I stumble to my feet and dash to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth, trying desperately not to puke as I heave. I barely made it to the toilet before I lost my lunch, throwing up until all that was left was stomach acid. "Christening the new throne, I see." Aima mumbles as I dry heave, still feeling absolutely sick. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut- what the fuck was that nightmare? "So uh, we were kinda hoping you would clue us in on this new nightmare you had, cause we were kind of clueless." Arthur says as I spit into the bowl, wiping my mouth with a piece of toilet paper.

"Part two of that last one." I croak and Arthur pauses, tilting his head. "Part two of your last nightmare? You mean like, it was the same thing? But like, continued?" Arthur asks and I nod as I put my hand to my aching forehead, squeezing my eyes shut. "So like, what? Did he finish cutting the thing out of your arm?" Arthur asks and I run my hand over my face, taking in a shuddering breath. "No… Same place, same situation- different time, different thing…" I mumble as Arthur stays silent, seeming to process. "So… he was raping you." Arthur says and I press my lips tightly together as tears form in my eyes. "I- I don't fucking get it, there's no way this ever happened, so why are you having these fucking-" Arthur says as he punches a wall, groaning in frustration as I deflate. "I uh, I thought it was my imagination at first, but when these things happen… you kinda get a little…" Suna says and I slowly look over at him, seeing him make a general gesture to his head. "Get dark for a second. I thought it was just a trick of the lighting but… it happened again." Suna says and I drop my gaze back to the toilet, feeling even sicker than before- because I knew what this was.

"Arthur?" I croak, Arthur looking over at me as I let out a trembling breath. "I… I had my tattoo in this dream." I croak as I lift my wrist, wiggling it lightly. "But I don't have a cut where he would've taken it out…" I whisper, turning to him as his eyes widen. "Wait- no, fuck no, fucking hell no, Kiki. I'm not-" Arthur starts babbling though I cover my eyes and he falls silent. "It's… it's that, isn't it?" Arthur mumbles and I press my lips tightly together, slowly nodding my head. "The… um… the crash, I was feeling really alone and shitty… must've knocked me around… I'll get it fixed, but… we don't talk about this, okay?" I ask and Arthur opens his mouth though I pin him with a look. "We don't fucking talk about this, Arthur… I'll deal with it. I'll work it out." I whisper, my body trembling as I cover my face, not having a clue what to do or say- because it was a premonition, I had no idea when, where, or why- but this was going to happen. "I- okay." Arthur whispers dejectedly, heading away- I didn't have the heart to tell him that I didn't see my ring on in these 'nightmares'. "Suna, if… if it's okay, I need some time… alone." I whisper softly, Suna not saying anything as I just stay in front of the toilet.