babe, did you really think you could win against me?

[THIRD POV]

The next day, (Y/N)'s body felt a bit better. Keiji had given her some medicine for her aching, and she automatically felt better.

Though her body was still stiff from the last three days; Tetsurou, Kei, and Keiji all fucked her back-to-back.

Changing her clothes, she decided to just wear black spandex shorts and one of the hoodies Kenma had given her. It was a dark red one, and it smelled like apples. 

Going down the stairs, she had remembered that Keiji uncuffed her because she took a shower the same night. 

She meets Bokuto and Kei, who were both cleaning the dishes. She greeted them and ate a snack before heading into the living-room. 

Keiji was sitting down on the couch with laptop on his lap, he was typing something, but apparently it wasn't important. 

Kenma, on the other hand, was sitting on his recliner chair with a controller in his hands, he was playing a video game that was displayed on the huge television screen. He also had headphones on, and it had seemed he was quietly talking with them.

(Y/N) watched the screen as she sat beside Keiji, the two talked and she found out that Tetsurou would be out for a couple of days. 

"He's got some business to take care of in the city, so we won't be seeing him until Friday night."

"I see," well, she had one less guy to worry about, "Is it... dangerous business?"

Keiji gave her a small smile, placing a kiss on her forehead. 

"Don't worry about it, Princess."

The nickname he gave her last night and now made her cheeks tint a bit, it wasn't enough for him to notice, but it was enough for (Y/N) to start questioning herself.

'Did I... fall for these guys...?'

(Y/N) didn't want to remember, but it was hard to forget that these guys were willing to buy her out of her job. When it backfired, finding out that (Y/N) wasn't a woman who's life necessarily revolved around money, they drugged her, kidnapped her, and brought her here against her will.

Now her life was here, in a mansion far, far away from the city. 

But did she like it? It was hard to tell, but there were some points worth looking over.

'They didn't really... use violence against me; the only thing that they did was put a brand on me...'

'They said they cared about me, and they seem to be living up to that...'

'They also make sure I eat well, I get enough sleep, I have running water, clothes, and a roof over my head...'

'It's almost as if... I'm their pet...'

Then (Y/N) remembered something.

'Tetsurou said I was their toy...'

She blinked back her tears when she remembered that; (Y/N) didn't want to be anyone's toy, she wanted to be her and her only. She didn't want to belong to anyone.

"(Y/N)?" Keiji snapped her out of her thoughts, "Are you okay?"

She realized that a tear somehow escaped her eyes; granted, she quickly wiped it before answering Keiji.

"I'm fine," she said softly, "Just... missing home, that's all."

"Hmm," Keiji sounded a bit irritated at her response, "You don't need to miss it; there's nothing to miss."

What (Y/N) didn't know was that Keiji meant that in literal form; they blew her apartment up, it's gone to ruins. 

"I guess you're right..." she sighed, "You guys already brought me my clothes and all..."

One thing that Keiji noticed is that for about a month living with them, (Y/N)'s stutter slowly disappeared; almost as if she was finally getting comfortable with them. Now she was just hesitant whenever she spoke.

"Precisely," Keiji said, "You're with us now. You live with us. We have enough money to take care of you."

'I don't have a choice anyway. I have no where to run, no where to go.'

'Well... for now I guess...'

The two, while talking, heard Kenma grunt loudly. When they looked at the screen, it had looked like his player in the game had died. He took his headphones off rashly before sighing to himself.

"Kenma, are you raging again?" 

"No," he answered bluntly, "The enemy team is being annoying."

"Well maybe play something else then, I don't want your anger to force you to do anything you don't like."

'...What would Kenma do if he got mad at a video game...?'

"Yeah yeah," Kenma said before looking back behind his chair, "Oh, (Y/N)."

"Hi..."

"Hello," he greeted, "I didn't know you were there."

"I just got here."

"I see," Kenma motioned her to come to him; she obeys, not wanting to see a mad Kenma, "Come."

Kenma wanted (Y/N) to sit on his lap, so she did so. She sat with her back against his chest. Once she was full situated, Kenma put his headphones back on. He put his arms on (Y/N)'s lap along with the controller in his hands. He was hugging her, to an extent.

Kenma's minty breath tickled her neck, she felt her cheeks heat up when she realized how close they were.

"Watch me win, (Y/N)." 

His soft spoken self made her go weak, but she couldn't just become jelly so easily.

Kenma's game started again; (Y/N) watched as Kenma skillfully and tactically killed the players on the opposing team. He was sneaky, and he knew how to properly aim. 

But (Y/N) couldn't help but wonder at something.

'Can he... do these things in real life too...?'

(Y/N) bit her lip, trying to hold her back from thinking such irrational thoughts. Out of all of them, Kenma would seem the type to defend the team in the background instead of attacking head-on, opposite to his gaming play-style.

These men didn't seem like the type to go around killing people, but they were definitely not the peaceful kind. (Y/N) didn't know what they did when they were out, but she thinks it's probably best if she didn't.

A few minutes later and the game ended, with Kenma getting a whopping 4.3 KDR (kill-death rate). Kenma explained to her about the statistics of the game that made her understand it more.

"(Y/N)," he said, placing the controller on her lap, "Do you want to try?"

"I don't believe I can even get a kill," she admitted, "So..."

"We don't have to play this one, this one seems too hard for you," Kenma took the controller back in his hands, going into a menu filled with games, "What about a classic game of Super Mario?"

"Super Mario?" she was quite amused at the choice, "I haven't played that game since I was like ten."

"It's good to keep classic games, it reminds you of how the genre and ideas evolve."

"I see," she admired this part of Kenma, the part where he thinks about things people normally wouldn't, "I wouldn't mind playing a game with you then."

"Alright, let me go get you a controller."

(Y/N) slides off his lap for a quick second; Kenma walks towards the TV and pulls the drawer under it open. He grabs a controller, turns it on and signs it in the TV. Afterwards, he sits back down, pulling (Y/N) down with him.

"Okay so... I'm going to let you play freely with it a bit, so you can get used to the controls," Kenma tells her as he starts the game, "We're going to go in level one first."

(Y/N) notices that Kenma had completed all of the levels, it showed to her that he had played this recently. Even if he didn't, he was definitely skilled at video games. 

"Okay," she nodded and the game began; (Y/N) got used to the controls quicker than Kenma thought, "Ooh, I remember these."

She knew all the buttons by heart now, which one was for jumping, for sprinting, for crouching, eventually, she beat level one with ease.

"You're impressive," Kenma complimented her, "Let's see if you can beat the beginner's part then."

The beginner's part consisted of the first ten levels. Without Kenma's help, (Y/N) completed them all, and rather quickly too. Kenma was thoroughly impressed, (Y/N) had only died a couple of times. 

"Wow," Kenma smiled, "You did it."

"I have a feeling that you doubted me..."

"Not at all, I just thought you would be using more time."

"I'm... not that bad, Kenma..."

He chuckled to himself, grabbing his controller and adding himself to the game.

"If you're not that bad, then why don't we make a bet?"

"A bet...?"

"Yeah, a bet," he went to the hardest world in the game, "Whoever reaches more flags first in the end of the games wins, simple?"

"Uh oh," Bokuto and Kei came into the living-room, plopping down beside Keiji, "What's Kenma over there doing with (Y/N)?"

"If I heard correctly, Kenma is betting against her."

"In a video game?"

Keiji nodded.

Kei sighed, wiping his glasses. "That's a bit harsh, isn't it?"

Keiji and Bokuto both nodded before smirking.

"Kenma knows what he is doing."

Back on the single recliner chair, (Y/N) had a number of questions run through her mind.

"What do I get out of this?" (Y/N) asked Kenma.

"What do you want?"

'What do I want?'

(Y/N) had to think about this carefully. The guys could get her anything she wanted, anything. They could even buy her the entire city if she desired, but they knew she didn't really want it. 

So what could she get? What could she get that the guys would have to ponder over? What could she get that the guys would have second thoughts on?

"I want... time outside of this house," (Y/N) answered carefully, "I want to go outside without having restrictions."

(Y/N) had the ability to go outside, but if she did, she was normally cuffed. She would also be supervised by not only one, but two of the guys, with the exception of when four of them would be out and only one could stay. Even then, her chances of going outside would be thin if only one person was watching her (just like how she ended up outside with Kei two days before, it took some time to even consider it). 

(Y/N) just wanted some time alone, especially if it came to going outside. She's only ever been in the back of their house. The front was off limits, and she's only saw parts of the front from the library windows. 

But if she won, her part of the bet must be in effect. 

And then she could try to start planning for her escape.

Kenma sighed, running his fingers through his bleached hair. "(Y/N), you know you can't go out there alone."

"But why?"

"You're going to escape, and all six of us know that."

'I mean...'

"Not to mention, there are evil men out there that will want to take you away."

'Aren't you guys evil men who took me away...?'

"What are the chances of me escaping and succeeding?"

'The more I lower their chances, the easier I can slip out.'

"We don't want to take those chances," Kenma said sternly, "You seem to be this fragile girl who just wants a normal life, but I know you're smarter than you look."

(Y/N) stayed quiet; she wasn't passing up this bet. It was the perfect opportunity for her to make an escape.

Kenma envelopes a devious smirk on his lips as he realized something.

"Actually, I will take you upon your bet, (Y/N), but if I win, I can desire something as equally as promising."

"A-And what may that be?"

"A wish that I can use at any time."

"A wish?"

'He's being vague, which means that he doesn't want me to know exactly.'

"It's more of like... I have a free card, a card I can use at any time and you have no say in it."

"I-I see..."

'If agreeing to this bet and to his side will make me have a chance of going outside with no restrictions then...'

"I believe we have a bet then, Kenma."

"Great," (Y/N) and Kenma's attention goes to the screen, "Let's play."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

She lost. 

Out of the ten flags, she only managed to win three of them.

But was it surprising?

The three boys on the couch, Keiji, Kei, and Bokuto all shook their heads.

"Kenma is a bit too manipulative sometimes."

"You can say that again... poor (Y/N)."

"Well in his defense, he was betting something risky."

If Kenma won, he could do anything he wanted to (Y/N) one time.

But if (Y/N) won, they would have to grant her access to the outside world one time. 

It was pretty risky, but the chances for Kenma winning was still higher.

On the recliner, (Y/N)'s hands weakly held onto the remote. She looked down at her fingers as they shook slightly.

'I... lost...'

She thought she had a chance to make things even with Kenma. But she was dead wrong.

Kenma yawned, taking (Y/N) off of his lap. She stood in front of him as he cleared the controllers and turned off the TV.

He came back to (Y/N) and held her hand, looking down at her. "I want to use my winning now."

Without a reply coming out of her, Kenma took her hand and brought her to his room. She squeaked when she was thrown onto his bed. 

"K-Kenma-"

"Remember," he said, going through something in his drawer, "You can't back out of it."

She bit her lip, she did agree to that. 

Kenma walked over to her, holding a red blindfold. Not another second passing, and he wraps it around her eyes, concealing her vision. 

"K-Kenma...!" she squeaked when she felt something cold wrap around her wrists.

The cuffs.

She couldn't move her hands, and her vision was black.

'W-What is he going to do?!'

She then felt herself lower against the bed; Kenma was laying her down as he topped her.

"(Y/N), I'm going to fuck you."

No response came out of her, which made Kenma smirk. 

"Why are you scared? You fucked Tetsurou, Kei, and Keiji already."

"One more won't hurt you. Your body should be used to it."

Her breath hitched when she felt him lean closer to her. Kenma's lips attached to her neck, sucking it lightly. He left several hickeys on various different parks of her neck, marking her with purplish circles. 

He liked it, he liked it when he could mark her like this.

Getting off of him, he needed to taste her more. His hands reached for her tight latex shorts, pulling them off quickly before diving down. 

He kissed her inner thigh, making her squirm. Kenma had to restrain her by holding her thighs down. When she couldn't move, small whimpers escaped her lips, making Kenma's eyes darken.

Pulling her panties off with his teeth, he inserted his wet tongue into her dripping hole. It shocked her, and it sent shivers through her entire body. The way his tongue worked flawlessly made her even wetter, which he lapped up in an instant.

"K-Kenma..." she whispered, moaning almost if she didn't cover her mouth with her cuffed hands. 

"Hmm," he said in disappointment as he licked his lips, "This is why I had to cuff you, to stop you from doing that."

"W-What-?"

Kenma roughly took her hands and used another pair of cuffs to restrain her hands above her. She struggled against him and indefinitely lost. 

'Then again... the boys are here... they will hear her moaning and they'll get hard...'

Her hands were now above her, she couldn't move much. 

She was in a completely submissive position.

'Just for me...'

Kenma rolled her- Kenma's hoodie up, exposing her breasts. He tore the bra off, mumbling an apology and tossed it where the rest of her clothes were. She whimpered when she felt a gust of wind hit her perked buds, but they were enveloped with a moist pair of lips right after.

Kenma sucked on her buds, making her even wetter. He flicked his tongue over them and pinched them a bit before squeezing her breasts.

'How I've longed to do this...'

Instead of fearing him, (Y/N) realized that he was prepping her. She gave in easily, allowing him to roam her body.

"Please... Kenma~..."

The sudden begging caught him off guard. He became hard in a split second.

He took his hands off of her breasts and pulled his shirt off. He took his sweatpants off, leaving him in his boxers. 

He stuck two fingers into her hole unexpectedly, making a small scream escape her lips. He took them out, licking them.

'She's ready.'

Kenma took his boxers off and tossed them to the floor. He positioned his cock to her entrance, rubbing his tip. 

'She feels good when it's raw but...'

Kenma took the condom off of his night stand and slipped it on him.

'I can't impregnate her yet.'

"K-Kenma...? Ahn~!"

Kenma forced his cock through. He grunted when he felt her walls tighten around his cock. 

"Shit... that's tight..."

He pulled out completely before slamming himself in again, making (Y/N) moan even louder.

"K-Kenma~!"

"Shh," Kenma said, sticking his fingers inside of (Y/N)'s mouth, "Unlike the other times you've had sex, the boys are actually here... you have to quiet down or they might want to fuck you too..."

'And I don't think you're capable of surviving another round of endless fucking.'

She nodded weakly as she sucked on his fingers. While her mouth was occupied, Kenma took this as the time to start going faster. 

He slid his cock out of her moist folds, slamming it back in roughly and slowly. He wanted to feel every part of (Y/N), and to do that, he went painfully slow.

His cock touched and rubbed against her walls, entering inside of them every second. Every time he pulled out, he smashed his way through harder than the last.

"Hnng..." Kenma grunted as he gradually went faster, "So good..."

As for (Y/N), she let out only muffled moans and pants. She didn't want the others to hear her, so she had to hold back her delicious sounds that Kenma wished to hear.

Kenma's cock was near, he twitched once and he was going to let his load out. He gripped the bed sheet under him, allowing his hips to lower. His cock went impossibly deeper inside of her, hitting her g-spot in an instant.

"Kenma~!" she screamed out of pleasure, making Kenma harder.

"(Y/N)- shit... don't... don't make me any harder..."

It was painful to hold his orgasm back, but he couldn't help it. He wanted this moment to last. He knew that he wouldn't last round two after all the pleasure (Y/N)'s hole gave him.

Kenma took his fingers out of her mouth. He lowered himself on her and kissed her lips, inserting his tongue in and caressing her's. 

"Mmm~..." (Y/N) moaned, she wanted to touch him, but she couldn't. She was restrained. 

His tongue danced gracefully with her's as he thrusted into her. She moaned in his mouth, and she was near too.

"(Y/N)..." he removed his lips off of her, staring at her blinded self, "I'm