It's been over a month since Niko first popped out from your monitor after replaying OneShot for hours on end, and although you faced several challenges together, life has been pretty good. You're still not sure how this exactly happened, or if this was just some strong hallucination but it didn't matter as long as Niko was happy and safe with you. You've been there for him during the darkest nights whenever he needs a little comfort from his fear of the dark, made sure he's fed well with chicken soup whenever he gets sick, and taken care of any wounds that might have resulted from his various escapades around your house.  Even though you've only met through a niche video game, you found yourself smiling more often than you'd admit whenever you stared into his luminescent yellow cat eyes, watching them twinkle in the light.
It is Christmas morning in your house, and despite how quickly it's all happening, somehow everything seems to be going smoothly so far. The light from the sun shines through the window of your house, illuminating the interior of the kitchen room you are in. You stand in front of your stove, contemplating what to make the two of you for breakfast, when suddenly, you feel a small hand gently tap your back. Startling you for only a second, you turn around and look down expectantly at Niko, wearing his usual attire of brown overcoat, hat, and blue scarf. His face looks as calm as always, complimented by his sparkling smile and glowing yellow eyes peering up at you. He spreads his arms and gave you a hug, causing you to smile shyly, blushing slightly along with it.
"Good morning," Niko says happily, tilting his head slightly, "What are you making?"
You smile and pick up a pan off the counter. "I don't know yet," you glance back at him, winking in the process.
"I hope it's pancakes!"
As tempted as you are to lie and deny it, you can't help but laugh. "Yeah, yeah."
Niko pouts his lips and huffs. "You're an amazing person." He turns away, looking over the stove. After a moment of silence, he sighs lightly and turns around, setting himself up on one of the kitchen chairs.
You set the pan onto the burner and add some oil before placing two eggs aside. You stir them slowly until they are scrambled, before putting them aside. Next, you place flour into another bowl, adding milk, sugar, baking powder, salt, and vanilla extract. Once mixed, you pour the mixture into the pan and flipped it over with a spatula. It sizzles and bubbles as it cooks, smelling heavenly like cinnamon and nutmeg while turning golden brown. You then take the pan off the heat and put it onto the table, before serving Niko and yourself a plate full of the cooked pancakes.
Adorable, a word you used many times before, comes to mind while you watch him take the first bite. His reaction is immediate, his eyes widening as he stares at the food in awe. He picks up the fork and begins eating slowly, savouring each mouthful as you sit beside him. As you continue to watch him, you notice he keeps glancing at you every few seconds, his grin growing wider, almost like he wanted to say something but couldn't quite capture the perfect opportunity to.
For you, it's a difficult situation to find yourself in. Every so often, you couldn't help but glance down at his small brown furry paws, removed from the ratty shoes that he usually wears all day. Though, you're reluctant to confess it in public, you always had a fascination for paws, and you've fantasised time and time again about Niko trampling you, having his dirty, sweaty feet dragging all over your face. Of course, Niko would never do anything to hurt you – he is way too innocent for that. But even so, you find yourself blushing slightly, thinking back to those thoughts where-
"What are you thinking about?" Niko asks curiously out of the blue, causing you to stop mid-thought. You shake your head quickly, half hearing the question, hoping he didn't catch on to your dirty thoughts
"Nothing important," you clear your throat and try to change the subject, "So, I was wondering about what to make for lunch and dinner."
"Don't play dumb with me," Niko teases, raising his voice slightly. You look at him in surprise, seeing his ears twitch and lips grin. He places his hands on top of your hand, trapping you in your chair. Niko continues speaking again, "Are you sure that's what you were thinking? Or were you just looking at my paws again?"
Your cheeks grow warm, turning a bright shade of red. "Maybe…" you stammer.
"You really want to get trampled under them, don't cha?" Niko chuckles, wiggling his toes right in front of you. Your face burns brighter, and you feel your heart skip a beat. "Mmhmm, I can tell you do. You keep staring at them."
You gulp loudly, feeling your throat tighten as you swallow.
"No," you try to scoff, shaking your head but Niko holds firm.
"Yes," he replies, "I think you'd love to have my dirty lil' paws run over ya face, don'tcha?"
"N-no!" you snap, glaring at him.
Niko smirks, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, letting go of your hand and sitting back in his chair. "Ya know, if you ask nicely, maybe I'll let you taste 'em," he purrs seductively, licking his lips. You shudder, unable to believe how easily he got the better of you.
"Niko?"
"Yes."
Pause.
"Can I worship your paws, please?"
You look away uncomfortably, waiting for Niko's response to come. For a few seconds, the only sound is the creaking of the floorboards beneath you. Eventually, you hear a light snicker escape his mouth, and you turn to face him again. You see his smirk has widened, and he's watching you closely, with an amused and curious expression etched on his face.
Niko stands up from his seat and walks towards you smugly, his face looking more mischievous than ever. He reaches out, touching your cheek lightly before cupping his paw around your chin. You freeze up instantly, staring at him with wide eyes. Niko leans in close, pressing his nose against yours.
"Of course," Niko says to you, with a soft purr. His soft words brush past your ear, making goosebumps rise along your arms, "Crawl under the table and do whatever you want with little paws."
Your flushed face couldn't have made your feelings more obvious. You look down at his feet, seeing the large round pads that you've always admired and desired to touch. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, beating wildly as you try to calm yourself down. Your breathing, shallow and fast, causes you to inhale deeply several times until finally, after taking one last deep breath, you plunge and obey his words. You manage to crouch down and crawl under the table, where you could see Niko's two brown furry feet. You kneel down between his legs, watching his beautiful paws closely, before reaching out and touching one of his paws gently. His big toe wiggles and flexes in response, curling slightly.
"Okay," you whisper to yourself, your nervous voice apparent. Goosebumps are rising across your skin as you watch him carefully, admiring each detail of his foot from the soles to his cute digits. It wasn't long ago that you had dreams about worshipping all sides of his foot kissing it softly, or tracing every digit slowly – though never actually doing so.
Eventually, you adjust yourself so that your back is fully pressed against the floor, lying face up. You look back at Niko, waiting expectantly for him to continue. Thankfully, your messiah got the message and hovered his small hind paws above your face, wiggling his thick, fuzzy toes and swaying them back and forth hypnotically. You notice that the fur covering his paws is short and soft, with a thin layer of grime and sweat gliding its surface. The bittersweet yet strangely captivating smell of Niko's cat feet enters your nostrils, making you want to inhale more deeply. All thoughts leave your mind except being completely mesmerised by Niko smearing his feet all over your face.
With your mind completely clouded by the thick and heavy musk of Niko's feet, you find yourself moaning quietly without realizing why. Niko takes advantage of this moment, pushing the balls of his dirty feet onto your cheeks while grinding his brown toes against your lips and nostrils, wafting his sweaty, rank scent into them. You instinctively licked your lips, salivating slightly, imagining what it would taste like if you ran your tongue along is paw. You imagine licking his feet clean, savouring every inch of it, taking your time to lick and suckle on each toe until you had cleaned them completely. You want nothing more than to suck on his digits and just like a magnet pulling you closer, Niko's feet adjust slightly downwards, so that his sweaty, dirty toes are slightly prodding against your mouth.
"Go ahead," Niko says to you in a calm and reassuring voice, "Suck my toes. I know you want to."
You hesitate for only a moment before you let Niko's words guide you. You slowly open your mouth and allow his toes to enter inside. Almost immediately, the strong, salty taste starts flooding your tastebuds, leaving the lingering sensation of foot sweat and cat fur on your tongue. You enter a trance, continuing to weaver your tongue in-between his toes as you continued sucking on his first toes, letting the flavour wash through your senses. You slurped up the grime and toe-jam from between the toes, dragging your tongue slowly and sucking Niko's toes gently.
Your messiah notices how passionately you're treating his dirty feet, and decides to enhance your experience by bringing his other foot down on your face, so his toes lightly cup your nose. He pushes down ever so slightly, making your nostrils squish between them as they press against your face. The blissful foot scent returns again; however, mixed with another aroma – one from your saliva coating his toes, that is both foreign but pleasant. After getting used to the strange new smell, you start experiencing an odd euphoria. Warmth spreads throughout your entire body, starting near your head and radiating outward towards your limbs. You whimper quietly, moaning softly as you continue sucking on his toes and running your tongue along them. You look up at him, meeting his gaze, seeing him smirking happily at you.
"I knew you'd enjoy this," Niko purrs, pressing his warm pads firmly against your face. His sweaty appendages feel incredibly good when placed directly against your skin. Your moans get louder, muffled somewhat due to his toes resting against your nose, "Merry Christmas [Y/N]!"
You want to say thanks, thank you...but right now you just can't seem able to form a coherent sentence. Instead, you simply nod frantically, unable to speak properly since you've been caught under Niko's spell.
Niko smiles contentedly, as if he knows exactly how grateful you are. He chuckles to himself, tilting his head to the side, "I know, I know. Now keep licking my feet, okay?"
You nod, not daring to say anything else as you feel his toes continue to press and caress your face. Eventually, this feeling was going to have to end. But for now, you just close your eyes and enjoy the wonderful sensations of his feet for the rest of the morning.