—lance POV—

I froze as I heard the question. I try to think of how to put the words together.

"W-well, he's my ex boyfriend." I start, Keith rolls his eyes. "You told me that yesterday night." He spat. I nod.

"He wasn't exactly the best boyfriend. We dated in my last years of high school but, he was an absolute arsehole. He w-would hit me and sometimes he w-w-w-" It feels like I can't speak. The words won't come out.

"Come on, bitch!" Lotor shouts, as I'm tied to the bed. My clothes all gone and his body against mine. He shoves his penis into my ass, grinding. He pulls it in and out. I moan loudly, "s-stop!" I yell.

"You're screams don't matter. My house is far away from town~" he nearly sings as he grinds into me, rubbing my dick. "I want you to moan my name, Lance. I want you to beg and scream." He laughed, grinding even harder. His penis pulling in and out, his cum filling me up. I try not to, I keep my mouth shut however, I start to moan his name.

"Lotor!~" I moan, feeling a warm liquid go down my leg. He smiles, "louder!" He laughed, rubbing my dick.

"Lotor!~" I nearly scream, the feeling of his penis filling me up, feels horrible yet so good. He keeps grinding against me, now rubbing my nipples.

"I'm gonna fill you up!" He sings.

—Keith POV—

Lance is curled on a ball on the floor. I scream for the others, not knowing what to do. Lance keeps repeating 'stop' as he rocks himself. I try to comfort him. The others run into the bathroom. Hunk gasps, "l-lance?!" He goes down next to lance, "h-hey. Bud. It's okay. You're not there anymore. You're not there anymore. Just breathe" hunk whispers to him. "Now, can you name me 5 things in the room?" Hunk tells him. Though, lance only names 3, his expression seemed to relax.

I feel extremely horrible, I run off. Pidge was too invested in helping lance and allura didn't really care. I grab some food and leave the house.

~30 minutes later in lances pov<

"Where's Keith?" I wonder, looking around. Hunk looks around too.

"I have no idea. Maybe he's in your- well both your room." Hunk tells me no, assures me as he got up. I check the room with him and pidge. Allura seemed to go back to her room. Keith isn't in the room. We all look around the house. He isn't anywhere to be found. I panic.

"I'm going to look around town for him!" I shout by accident, running to the car after grabbing the keys. I notice his motorcycle keys are gone. I feel worry and anxiety take over my body. I go into to town looking for him. After an hour search, I find him, crying to himself in the alley. I run over to him.

He looks at me with big teary eyes, "I'm sorry about earlier! It's all my fault!" He sobs.

"No, it's not. All you did was wonder something and that's perfectly fine." I tell him as I rub his back. He shakes his head no, removing my hand.

"No. It's not fine. Thanks to me.. you had a major panic attack!" He sobs again. I grab him and pull him into a hug.

"Keith, if It was your fault, wouldn't I had said so, huh? I never lie to you. Isn't that right?" I tell him, rubbing his back. He nods, sniffling.

I smile, "exactly. So, don't worry about it." I tell him. He nods and gets up.

"I want McDonald's..." he tells me, whining. I giggle at his childishness and do so.

-2 months later-

The baby has grown quiet bigger. Keith's baby bump has become more noticeable and some of his shirts barely fit anymore.

"You sure I'm pregnant? What if I'm just fat?" Keith tells me, devouring the McDonald's I bought him today.

"You are the one that had to convince me you were pregnant at first. So, you are." I tell him. He wiped his mouth and nods.

I laugh to myself, "you're so cute..." I tell him. His cheeks turn bright pink. "Pfft... Whatever." He mumbled.

"Once you finish eating, wanna watch a movie?" I ask. Keith nods happily.

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