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Gaslighting on a Friday Night

Scumbag Kenma x Drunk College!f reader 

Warnings: Heavy noncon, Heavy dubcon, Gaslighting, alcohol use, creampie, name calling, slight praise kink, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, humiliation, hair pulling, coercion, emotional manipulation, blackmail, Mean Kenma

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WC: 2617

If you think I missed a trigger warning, please let me know so I can get it updated! This is for a CollegeAU! collab. 

Thank you to @sightoru​ and @anarchicmartyr​ for letting me be a part of it!

It was your first time going out to a college party with your friends since the semester had started. So many shots, one too many drinks and the inability to say no to your friends is what had your head heavy and eyes tired. Kenma sees everything, always paying attention to those around him. Your stumbling and careless smiles are what drew Kenma in, which is unfortunate for you...

“One shot, two shots, three shots, four. Five shots, six shots, let's do more!”

This was the motto of tonight’s party, and you had no intention of disappointing your friends. 

Each of you had a row of shots in front of you, throwing them back while the crowd around you chanted. By the 4th shot, you could feel the muscles in your face loosening up, a goofy smile plastered across your face. 

The 6th shot had to be the worst though, the burn of tequila creeping up the back of your face and behind your eyes. You could feel the heat as your eyes teared up and you fought back your gag reflex. This was the first night out with your friends since you had started college, and there was no way you were going to be that girl. You swore to yourself that you were not going to be the girl that cried, threw up, or caused a scene. 

In through your nose, out through your mouth. You say to yourself, blinking slowly as your head behinds to feel heavy. You can hear the yelling, laughing and music in the background but it really does feel like you are underwater at this point. 

“Y/n! Get over here! We haven’t even started taking pictures yet!” You smile, turning to walk over to them before stumbling on your own feet.

“Fuckkk!” You laugh, reaching out to grab a hold of someone’s arm. Your fingers lock onto someone’s hand, unsure of who it belonged to. You look up, a pair of tired golden eyes staring down at you. You give him a loose smile, dragging your body closer to him. He, on the other hand, just peers down, an expressionless face watching your every move. 

“Whoops...Sorryyyy!” You yell out over the music, standing on your toes to get closer to his ear. He once again watches you, his eyes trailing up and down your tightly clothed body. He nods his head, taking your hand and passing it over to your friend as she reaches out for you. “Sorry about her! It’s her first time at a party like this and she clearly hasn’t learned the ropes yet!” 

The man that you had grabbed looks at your friend and then back to you, nodding his head. “It’s fine!” He says, his voice barely able to be heard over the music. 

Your friend drags you away, laughing as you are thrown into the group of girls and the photo taking begins. Unknown to you or your friends, that would not be the last time you see those golden eyes up close. 

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You should have stopped after that 6th shot. You really should have. But of course, peer pressure is a real thing and you fell victim to it. Drinks, shots and even a joint or two had been passed your way during the night and even if you wanted to, you had no way to really say no. 

Your eyes felt heavy, head lolling from side to side as you walk toward the stairs in an attempt to have a quiet moment. Once again, your feet become hard to move and you stumble forward, grabbing onto someone's arm as they walk by. You look up, once again met by golden eyes peering down at you. You smile, pulling yourself closer to him once again. “Hi! Thank you!” You slur, your grip on his arm tightening as the joints in your body become loose. 

He gives you a small smile, sliding his arm around your waist. “It’s no problem. Where are you going?” He asks, his low voice directly in your ear. You giggle, the heat from his breath tickling your skin. “Uhh I was going to try and find somewhere to sit!” You say a little too loudly, your face now pressed against his neck. He nods his head, slowly walking the two of you up each stair and toward the hall of closed doors. 

You both stumble your way down the hall, your mouth babbling about this and that as he guides you into a room. Once the door opens, he softly pushes you inside, closing and locking the door behind you. As he turns around, you are laying back on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge as you attempt to kick your shoes off. 

He walks over to you, kneeling by the edge of the bed and picking up your foot. He slowly unzips your boot, letting it fall to the floor before switching to the other side. 

“Y/n...my name is y/n” You mumble, trying your best to prop yourself up and look down at him. 

“Kenma.” He says, his eyes dancing up and down your relaxed body. “Do you need water?” He asks, his voice quiet and steady. You flop back down, nodding your head as he stands up. You close your eyes, humming along to the song you can faintly hear playing from down stairs. Your consciousness fades out along with the ending of the song, losing the battle you had been having with your eyes. 

You feel something wet against your lips, moving your head side to side as you try to pry your eyes open. “You asked for water. Drink it.” Kenma says, a slight annoyance in his voice as he cradles your head in his lap. You finally manage to open one eye, looking up at him as he lifts your head and tilts a bottle of water against your lips. 

You open your mouth, the cold water slowly drizzling down your throat. You had not realized how thirsty you actually were until now. You sit up more, grabbing the bottle from his hand and chugging it. You can feel him chuckle as you gulp down more water, the chilled liquid settling in your alcohol filled stomach. 

“Mmm thank you…” You whisper as you finish the bottle and flop back down. Kenma drags his thumb along your bottom lip, wiping away the stray water droplets. He grunts in response, lightly tapping your cheek. “Hey stay awake and move a little.” He says, tugging your body further up on the bed towards the pillows. You groan, moving your legs onto the bed and shimming up with his help until you are laid correctly in bed. You sigh, turning onto your side as your head settles into the pillow. 

Kenma slides in behind you, his hand softly massaging your hip as his body pushes against yours. Thinking nothing of it, you close your eyes, too drunk at that moment to care that a guy you hardly knew was cuddling up to you. As you close your eyes again, letting sleep take over your body you feel Kenma’s hand shimmy it’s way into the waistband of your leggings. You groan softly, your mind telling you that this is definitely not okay, but your body reacting almost immediately. 

You try to scoot forward, weakly pushing at his hand as he continues further into your pants. You feel his other arm push under your body, and pull you back to him until his chest is flush on your back. 

“Shhhh...You want this...Just lay back and relax.” He whispers in your ear, his teeth softly grazing your ear. 

Even in your drunk state, you knew that you should not be doing it. This should not be happening. You didn’t know this man behind you and your friends did not know where you were. Although you knew this information, your body did not seem to care. As his fingers finally find your core, a soft sign escapes your lips. You can feel his chest as he laughs softly, his fingers moving more confidently. “Your body is telling me everything I need to know. Don’t worry kitten, I’ll make you feel real good.” He whispers as his middle fingers finally connect with your clit. 

A shiver engulfs your body as electric shocks shoot from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You shake your head, grabbing at Kenma’s wrist as his fingers begin making small tight circles around your sensitive button. “Please don’t. I really don’t wan-” Your words catch in your throat as he slips one finger inside you, his lips and tongue dancing across your neck. A small moan escapes you, your eyes squeezing shut. 

“God you’re so fucking tight…”He whispers against your neck, his finger slowly dipping in and out of your wet hole. Between the alcohol, lack of sleep and now the finger slowly fucking you, your head felt heavy and foggy. Kenma slips another finger inside you, the slight stretch bringing you back to reality. Quiet moans and sighs leave your body as your hips start to move in rhythm with his hand. “See. I told you that I was going to make you feel good.” He says. 

You shake your head, panting as you get closer and closer to your release. You didn’t want this, You didn’t know him and honestly you’d told yourself that you were going to wait before jumping into bed with someone in college. Yet here you are, in college, once of the first parties you’ve ever been to, drunk and in bed with a stranger. Your eyes start to tear up as your first orgasm rips through your whole body. 

As your body relaxes, you feel the tugging at your leggings. Before your brain can fully register what is happening, your bottoms are pulled down to your knees. You try to twist around to face Kenma, but he moves quicker. Pushing you onto your stomach, he grabs a pillow and folds it in half, sticking it under your hips. “Listen, I just got you off but now it’s my turn.” He says, a hushed whisper in your ear has his body hovers over yours from behind. 

You can feel the warm head of his cock probing your pussy, teasing and dipping in just slightly. “Kenma...Please don’t do this..” You whisper, turning your head the best you can to look at him. “I won’t tell anyone about this so far but please…” You trail off, trying your best to plead and reason with him. 

“And what would you even tell people? I got drunk, followed a guy upstairs, got off on his fingers and then what?” He laughs, slowly sinking his cock inside you. “I’m pretty sure people would believe you were asking for it...I mean you really were. I saw the way you were looking at me, and if you really didn’t want it, why would you get this wet just from my fingers?”

He grunts as he bottoms out inside you, his breath tickling the back of your neck as his body pushes you into the mattress. You cry out as the air from your lungs is pushed out of you too soon, the stretch of his cock causing you to wiggle around beneath him. 

His lips once again find their way to your neck, sucking and biting bruises into your warmed skin. You open your mouth, begging Kenma to stop as his paces begins to pick up. “Pleas-” Your voice is cut short as he shoves two of his fingers down your throat, your gag reflex reacting quickly. “Shhh…” He whispers into your neck, his hips lazily pumping into you. Your eyes close as your body finally wins, your mind being broken down thrust by thrust. You feel yourself clench around his cock, pulling a deep groan from his lips. 

“Fuck you’re such a dirty fucking whore. Your little pussy sucking me in and begging me to fill it up.” He grunts, his hips now moving faster and harder against you. The weight that was pushing you into the bed disappears as Kenma sits up on his knees, pulling your ass flush against him by your hips. You spread your legs wider as your back arches, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. You feel his hand connect with the back of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair. He yanks your head back, his other hand wrapping around your neck. 

The grip on your neck tightens, black spots dancing across your vision. His hips jackhammer against you as your gummy walls pulse, sucking him deeper and deeper each time. His small grunts turn into soft whines and low moaning as he chases his high. “Cum around my cock princess. Cum all over this thick cock.” He says, his voice breathy and low. 

As your mind tries to reason with you, your body takes the lead. You feel your hand moving down the front of your body in search of that last little push you needed. Your fingers connect with your swollen clit causing your body to buck forward into your hand. You push against it harder, a shiver raking through your body as your legs begin to tremble. 

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” You moan out, tears streaming down your face as every muscle in your body convulses. The gushing sounds flood the room as Kemna pounds into you, extending your high even longer. 

As the over-stimulation kicks in you try to inch further from him, begging him to stop as your whole body shakes and convulses against him. His once constant pounding falls out of rhythm, loud, sloppy, desperate humps into your overused hole pushing you towards another orgasm. You look back at him, tears and black eye makeup smeared across your face. You open your mouth, trying to speak out to him but all you could muster was a string of jumbled words and cries.   

He grabs your face, pulling you closer to plunge his tongue into your mouth. His seemingly inexperienced lips match the desperation in his thrusts as he finally tips over the edge. Kenma moans into your mouth, driving his cock as far as he can into your aching cunt before collapsing on top of you, once again pinning you flat against the bed. You push your face into the bed, shaking your head as you feel his cum dripping out and onto the pillow beneath you. 

Kenma pulls out as you relax into the bed, your head finally clearing up as you take in the situation. Before you can move to pull your pants up you see flashes, whipping your head around as he snaps another picture. “Ya know, gotta make sure I document this well. Don’t want you to start twisting the story around tomorrow.” He says, smiling at your photo through his phone as he snaps away. 

You pull your knees up to your chest, trying your best to cover your naked body as Kenma tucks himself back into his pants. He wipes his forehead on his shirt as he starts texting on his phone. “You’re good right?” He says over his shoulder, already reaching for the door handle. You let out a sob, trying to come to grasps with what happened less than 10 minutes ago. As he pulls the door open, you see a shadow of a tall man outside. Kenma laughs, gesturing over to you before you see a black head of hair peek around the edge of the door. 

You hear a loud laugh before the door shuts and you’re stuck in this room with another man you did not know. 

“Hey sweetheart, my friend Kenma just told me how much you helped him out, so I was thinking maybe you’d help me out too?” He says, his voice dripping with condescending sweetness as his fingers quickly work his belt buckle. You shake your head, your mind telling you to run but your body already responding to his towering body.