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I love our little gamer boy <3

Pairing: Kenma x f!reader

Tags/tw: reader has hair long enough to run fingers through, story points to her being spoiled, implied kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, yandere, heavy pet play, oral sex, toy use (anal plug), “Kitten”, use of both “Master” and “Daddy”, timeskip spoilers

WC: 3.6k

A/N: Beta read by 💙 @meiansmistress + @vanille--kiss 💙 Just in case the tags were ignored, reminding you all that this is dark content. Merry Christmas Eve!!!

Cute shoes, jewelry, maybe a better phone.

A few years ago if someone asked you what you wanted for Christmas, that's probably what you would have responded with.

When you were younger, you remembered writing up your wishlists with all the toys you wanted. How you whined and cried to have all up-to-date technology and games, and as you got older the small gadgets turned into phones and nice cars.

As a teenager you would throw fits if you didn't unwrap name brand clothes or high-end accessories. You were so sure that those things would bring you happiness, but as you look around yourself now, you know you couldn't have been more wrong.

Materialistically, you want for nothing. You have closets—yes, closets—full of luxury clothes. Every color and style you could think of. Silks, satins, lace, lamé… everything from lush loungewear to things you've only seen on televised red carpet events. You have an outfit for every occasion, not that you'd ever need them of course. Nothing you wear is cheap. Even the simple sleep shorts and soft sweater you’re wearing now cost more than you'd ever gotten in a paycheck back home. You shudder to consider how much the gem-plated watch on your wrist and the delicate bands of silver on your fingers come to.

However much your clothes had cost is barely the tip of the iceberg compared to the house you now live in. The ceilings are high and every sound seems to echo throughout the large space. There are huge TVs, state-of-the-art game systems (both PC and console), a huge kitchen, a small but well stocked library, and even a personal service that will fetch anything you ask for. Anything except a conversation or a way out. There are plenty of things to keep your attention and keep you busy, but you still feel hollow. You spend all your free time sitting in your room. It’s the only place you have to yourself. It’s the only place where the eyes of the "security" stop following you. It feels safer but it’s far from ideal.

There’s really only one thing you want now.

Your room looks like something out of a romance movie. The “windows” stretch around the entire room, allowing soft light to pour across the large space. Today they’re looking out at a beautiful snowfall in the mountains—it must be December. You’d learned early on that the large HD screens would show you incredibly clear pictures of any outdoor scene you wished to see. Master said you should only see snow during the winter months, so that was the only way you can guess the seasons changing.

The bed is bigger than king size, something you didn't even know was possible until you stepped foot here, with lush, dainty, pink sheets made in a ridiculous thread count. It’s like sleeping on a cloud, but every night you sleep there only serves to make you feel small and lonely, by design you once suspected. You’re embarrassed by how well it worked, too. Every time your master steps into your room, you can't stop the warm rush of happiness that blooms in your chest at the sight of him, mewling happily for him as he graces you with gentle touches, so desperate for the contact. He always speaks kindly to you, offering you soft words of praise for being so good for him while he’s away.

Unless you weren’t good.

You shiver, remembering the last time you had upset him. How quickly those gentle hands of his had taken your face in a vice grip, leaving dark bruises that are still fading today. His soft spoken voice was unusually sharp and cutting as he spewed words that made the world cave in around you.

He’s all you really have, and you upset him. He hasn’t been by in a week, or so you think. Your watch is only decorative, and it’s hard to judge the time passing by the changing scenes on the TV screens. Food is placed inside your door twice a day, and you’ve eaten fifteen meals without him.

You really hope Master will come back soon.

You look back to the snowfall, watching how the wind picks up and the flurries grow denser. Last year if someone asked you what you wanted, you might have asked to see the sky, or smell fresh air again. To see your friends or your family. All you wanted back then was to go home, your freedom.

But that was last year.

The door handle to your room turns with a soft click and you perk up. The staff are always much louder, less considerate when opening your door. A soft entry could only mean—

"Master!" You cry joyfully, throwing yourself out of the bed as the familiar loose black bun comes into view. "You're back! I missed you so much, I'm so sorry! Please don't leave me again, I'm sorry I'm—"

Before you know it you're bawling. On your knees, your arms wrapped around one of his legs, fat salty tears soaking into his pants as you cling to him desperately. After days of being alone, the endorphin rush that comes from seeing him again has you high strung and your emotions are balanced on the edge of a knife.

"Oh, Kitten," Kenma sighs, "you really missed me, didn't you?"

You whimper your affirmative, lifting your head to see his face. Warmth rushes through you when you see his smile, see him gazing at you so fondly. He isn't angry with you anymore.

"Back to the bed, kitten."

You're quick to do as he says, eager to keep him happy. He follows you, sitting down and patting his lap, which you climb into, practically purring and letting out happy sounds as he runs his fingers through your hair and scratches your scalp gently. Master is in a very good mood today.

"Daddy bought you something," he murmurs, cupping your chin and raising it.

Your eyes light up. You’re only allowed to call him that when he thinks you’re being good. "You did?"

"Mhm." He slips a slim box out of his pocket and offers it to you, watching carefully as you take it and hold it delicately. "Thought you might be missing the one you broke."

You flinch upon remembering your tantrum. Every now and then you have bad days where you won’t behave and be a good kitten for him. Master says they’re normal, and that the punishments will help them go away for good. You hate those days. All you want is to be good for him; upsetting him makes your heart ache.

The smell of leather greets you upon opening the box, and you let out a delighted gasp. "Oh, Daddy! It's so pretty, did you really get this for me?" You turn, wide, round eyes on him, letting all your adoration shine through them.

Kenma smiles, "Of course, kitten. Want help putting it on?" He laughs softly as you nod impatiently, lifting your chin even further to give him better access.

Once the smooth leather circlet is secured around your neck, you wriggle in his lap excitedly. "Can I go look?" At his nod you shoot out of his lap, skipping over to the full length mirror to study how it looks on you.

You love how the red leather of the collar seems to pop against your skin, the silver buckle and various rings contrasting beautifully, but it’s the silver plate placed right over the column of your throat that really catches your eye. There’s an engraved inscription in an elegant looping script. It reads: _____

You whirl around, pouting as you return to his side. "This was really expensive, wasn't it?"

"Only the best for you, you know that." He pulls you back into him, smoothing his hands down your sides and placing a gentle kiss under your jaw. "Alright, Daddy's gotta go now."

"No!" You can't stop yourself, throwing yourself into his lap once more and hugging him tightly. Your tears start anew as you cry into his shoulder, mumbling over and over that you miss him and don't want him to go. "You just got here!"

"I can't stay, kitten," He says soothingly, pleased by the progress he's seeing with your attachment. "I've got a livestream tonight, it can't wait."

At those words you perk up hopefully. "Can I come with you? I can help like I used to. Please let me help you, Daddy!"

Kenma's eyes darken appreciatively. "Hmm. I don't know. It's been a long time since you've done that," he muses thoughtfully, but your eyes glow when you see that he's at least considering it. "Do you remember the rules?"

"No talking!" You chirp immediately, beginning to bounce in pre-celebration. Of course you remember his rules, reciting them with ease. "No noise or moving during any sponsor announcements—"

His eyes are half-lidded, enjoying your eager compliance.

You continue, "—and Daddy cums first. Then if I want to feel good, I have to ask. I can't cum until the camera is off."

"Good girl," Kenma purrs, gracing you with a soft kiss on the lips that makes your heart flutter, flushing with pride. "Go get dressed then kitten, make yourself pretty for me."

"Can I keep wearing this?" You ask shyly, running a finger over the words on your collar tag. The beginnings of arousal stir low in your stomach as he grips your hips instinctively, eyes a glowing molten gold.

"Yes."

You happily jump up, shamelessly stripping in front of his lustful gaze before slipping into your closet to ponder what to put on. You're drawn to a particular outfit that you know he loves. Normally Daddy only lets you wear this one to bed, but you think he might like it now.

Just to be sure, you step out of the closet to show him and ask for his approval. "What about this one?"

The sound of approval he gives makes you shiver with delight, standing still as he approaches you slowly, eyes roaming how the sheer material of the camisole floats over your body, stopping right at the tops of your thighs, one hand teasing the material just above your hips.

"Perfect," he hums, a low husk to his tone. "Don't forget the rest."

Obediently you dash back into the closet for your gloves, tail, and the headband with the fluffy pink cat ears, which he places on your head the moment you hand them to him. He's gentle but firm as he straps the velcro cuffs around your wrists tight enough that they won't fall off. With these it’s like you have giant fluffy paws and you can't use your hands very well or splay your fingers while they’re on, but they always seem to make Kenma very happy so you didn't mind too much.

When he brings out the leash, you instantly drop to your knees and let out a sweet mewl, to which Kenma coos softly. "Such a good kitten, you remembered. Kittens don't talk. Now, you know what’s next—"

You’re already on all fours, ass in the air by the time your daddy kneels besides you, a lubed finger probing your hole. You gasp and mewl as Kenma attentively but quickly stretches your hole enough before replacing his fingers with the object in his other hand.

You love your tail. It’s cute and fluffy and it matches your ears, and the amount of attention your daddy lavishes you with when you wear it is enough to keep you sated and buzzing for days.

“Ah!” You whine as it finally slides in, thick and snug deep in your ass.

“Careful, that almost sounded human.” Kenma’s warning is paired with a pointed tug on the pink tail, making you whimper apologetically. “You promised to be good.”

You give him wide eyes and another mewl, and his golden eyes soften as he stands. A gentle click sounds and a red leash is attached to your new collar; it matches perfectly. You’re only given a moment to admire it and then you're following him out of the room as he takes you to his recording studio.

You lower your eyes, mildly embarrassed each time a maid passes by, but they keep their eyes firmly forward as Kenma tugs the leash to keep you moving. Your shyness doesn't stop the pleasurable flush you feel when you remember how much he likes to show you off like this. You can't hate it when you know it makes him happy.

But you don't pass anyone else and Kenma opens the door, leading you in and instructing you to go under his desk. You do, and listen to the quiet whirs as he flicks on his monitors and consoles, checks his lights, and situates the camera before taking his seat. He doesn't offer you any instructions because he knows you don't need them.

He sits down in his chair and you shift to make space for his legs so you're both comfortable. He spreads them and you crawl between them, resting your cheek on his clothed thigh to wait. His streams always start with a welcome message followed by a short thank you message to his sponsors, so there’s no point in starting now.

Kenma smiles down at you, giving your cheek one last loving caress that you soak in with an almost dazed delight, before switching the stream live. "Welcome back to another stream with Kodzuken. Today we'll be continuing the campaign from last week, but first I'd like to take a moment to—"

You allow your eyes to flutter closed, his soothing voice washing over you. The warm feeling of endearment begins to fade as the sounds of his opening announcements end and the sounds of gameplay fills your ears. It’s replaced with hot excitement for what you’re about to do instead.

Your daddy had told you once that the challenge of keeping still and quiet while his kitten pleasures him makes his streams better. He always gets more views because his normally passive face would grow intense and concentrated, and it makes his fans go crazy. Plus, it’s a fun test for him to play well under pressure.

So with hands shaking with adrenaline, you start reaching for daddy's cock only to remember that you can't use your hands with the fluffy kitten paws. You'll have to use your mouth because Kenma can't help you. With determination you begin licking the front of his sweatpants and rubbing your cheek against his slowly hardening cock to at least start showing him how much you want to make him feel good.

It doesn’t take long for him to be straining against the fabric. When a mix of your saliva and his precum forms a wet patch on the front of his pants, you feel Kenma's thighs close around your neck for a moment. You understand immediately his silent "get on with it" so you carefully and laboriously use your teeth to tug his sweats down his legs, and he inconspicuously shifts to allow you an easier time of it. When they’re partway down his thighs, you press a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh in thanks before eagerly inhaling the scent of his manhood.

The slightly sweaty, but familiar clean scent of him makes your mouth water and you lean forward to run your tongue up the underside of his stiff length before sucking lightly on the sensitive skin of his balls, making his cock pulse against your face. Stifling a giggle, you suck one of them into your mouth, laving your tongue against it before letting it pop free. You feel your body growing hot as his thighs tense on either side of your head, knowing that you’re making your daddy feel good.

You wrap your lips lightly around the tip of his cock, poking your tongue into the weeping slit and lapping at the salty precum leaking from the tip. Elation surges through you at the soft "fuck" that Kenma bites out, wondering if it was you or the game causing the gamer to curse, wanting to believe it was you. You sink lower, making sure to keep your teeth wrapped in your lips as your tongue traces the veins on his length, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head slowly.

Your other hole clenches around the plug of your tail as your cunt flutters around nothing, mind clouding as your arousal grows. You want nothing more than to crawl in your Daddy's lap and sink down on his cock, but you stay focused as you feel his length begin to enter your throat. It takes a lot of concentration to stay silent when he’s this deep. Sometimes it will jump and trigger your gag reflex, and that’s always bad because you can’t keep quiet when you’re coughing. Your eyes widen when his knee bounces twice, signaling for you, mentally cursing the timing as Kenma begins to speak. You remain completely still, knees starting to ache as his cock pulses in your throat. You can feel his warm precum sliding down your throat, closing your eyes as you try hard not to swallow in case it messes him up.

"—and don't forget to use my discount code KK10 to get a 10% discount for your next purchase. Okay back to it, on this difficulty setting, the next level will get really nasty."

Biting back a moan of relief, your thighs rub together as you begin sucking in earnest. Harder levels mean you can go harder, any huffs or curses Kenma let out would be seen as noises of frustration at his game, not the toe-curling pleasure his kitten is giving him.

You lose track of time, lost to the feel of his length throbbing on your tongue. Just when you start to wonder how much longer you can keep up, you feel his hips begin to shake and pride courses your veins, tinged with hot impatience. You’re soaked, slick stickying your thighs as it seeps down the doughy flesh. You want nothing more than to reach down and rub your poor clit and make yourself feel good but you knew better—Daddy cums first.

A surprised huff slips past your lips, stretched tight around his cock, as he suddenly sits forward, thrusting his length deep into your mouth, and you hope the small gag goes unnoticed. There's no time to think about it as his cock begins to jump in your throat. Several long spurts of thick cum shoot down your throat but some of it still spills past your lips.

"Shit! I died," Kenma grumbles, slumping back in his chair. From this angle he’s able to see how the cum and drool slides down your chin, to see the bright smile you give him as you lick your lips. He’s also able to see the pleading eyes you give him as you tilt your hips back to show him how wet you are.

In response, he slides one of his legs between yours, eyes going back to the screen. With a relieved sigh, you begin to grind your hips down on his leg, eyes nearly rolling back at the sweet friction it provides. In lieu of the whimpers that you want to let out, you bite into the material of his sweatpants to make sure any sounds you make are too muffled for the cameras to pick up.

You’re practically humping his leg, uncaring about the pool of your arousal soaking through Kenma's clothes, drooling as the sweet pressure makes heat rush throughout your body. The pace of your hips begins to shake and stutter, your mind growing fuzzy as the pleasure threatens to snap and wash over you. You want to cum so bad, back arching as you forcibly stop your hips from moving. Any more movement and you know you'll cream all over his leg.

Desperate for a distraction, you lift your head and suckle on his still half-hard cock, eagerly licking away the remnants of his orgasm.

Kenma hardly refrains from jumping in his chair as you tease his over-sensitive member, loudly proclaiming to his viewers that he'll be taking a short break to rehydrate. "Back in a few everyone!" he says with a smile, activating the standby function.

Instantly, he's dragging you out from beneath the desk, and your eyes widen fearfully, hoping you haven't messed up. "But Daddy, what about your..." you mumble, panting as he positions you on the floor, sprawling you on your back.

"I told them I was rehydrating, didn't I?"

His breath blasts over your throbbing clit, slapping it lightly and making you mewl and arch into his touch. "And kittens don't talk." He reminds you sternly and you nod, eyes round and filled with gratitude as his tongue slides between your folds, dipping teasingly at your entrance, grateful that he is taking care of your aching pussy, head dropping back with a loud cry.

This year there’s nothing on your wish list. You have your daddy, and he gives you whatever you need. What else is there to wish for?

Networks: @anime-central @hqintheclub

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