At first it was, Jean was in charge of music and the vibe was absolutely right. Reiner had a hand on her waist, swaying along as she rolled her hips– ass pressing against him subtly. Y/n was 3 shots in and feeling right. Not drunk but definitely not sober. “I’m going to run to the bathroom” Reiner spoke into her ear before kissing it lightly, walking away and leaving Y/n to the wolves. “Cuff It” by Beyonce began to boom over the speakers, causing Y/n to holler, “this is my SHIT!”

“I thought that was you..”

She froze. Turning around, Y/n was met with no one other than her worst nightmare– Eren.Her hands immediately became clammy, the dance floor suddenly becoming too crowded. “Hey–” Y/n had vanished before he could even finish his sentence. Rushing into the kitchen, she found a plastered Connie with his face smushed into Sasha’s chest. “You mother fucker” Y/n seethed, yanking him back and pulling him into the pantry before slamming the door. “Woah woah… I didn’t know you liked me that way” he slurred, a drunken smirk on his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes, pinching him– “don’t flatter yourself, Gnomeo. Why the fuck is my ex husband here?”. Connie looked at her confused, frog blinking before clocking in, “oh shit….” Oh shit indeed. Eren and Y/n had a VERY messy divorce, the legal papers somehow not being enough to really call it quits. She had just now stopped responding to his booty calls… as well as stopping all of her own. She was free of him! So.. why did seeing him make her stomach fill with fluttering? She wasn’t 20 anymore, she saw him for who he was. A handsome basket case– unable to correct his own flaws.

“Y/n.. I swear hiccup I had no clue he would be here. He told me he was too busy to come” Connie stared at her , his expression letting her know he was being honest. Connie hated drama and suddenly, Y/n felt like a fool dragging him into his own pantry. “Okay… okay my bad. You know how I get when I see him” she sighed, hugging Connie tightly before opening the door. Walking out, she dragged him back to Sasha, apologizing and giving her a proper hello. After a few words of kindness, she turned to walk out before being blocked by him. “Do. Not. Run. Please.. Can we just talk” Eren asked, voice barely above a whisper, a light hold finding its way around her wrist. She could do nothing but stare at him for a minute, his eyes looked softer, his hair long enough to be pulled back into a sizable ponytail. Looking back at Connie and Sasha who were trying to pretend they weren't eavesdropping by throwing a golf ball into the same red cup. Beer pong my ass. “Fine… fine. You get 10 minutes.” She pushed past him, making her way through the crowd towards the back door. Once outside she scanned the space, spotting the greenhouse where they grew their.. happy grass. She quickly walked in that direction, Eren following close after.

“So..” she stated, arms folded as she made direct eye contact. “Soooo.. How have you been?’ Eren asked sheepishly, Y/n’s response being silence. For a moment neither of them said a word, the silence being filled with the faint of Sza’s, ‘I hate you’ blasting over the speakers. “Listen… I really do mean it when I say I regret how we fell out. You put up with a lot of my shit and.. sighs I'm way too grown to be acting the way I did.” Y/n just scoffed. Eren stared at her for a moment before continuing, “You look.. Gorgeous. See you came here with Reiner’. Y/n could tell he was trying to act unbothered. “Who I'm here with is none of your business” she smirked, biting her bottom lip. Why was she nervous? She should know better but… fuck he smelt good. Looked it too.

“Y/n…” he gruffed, an arm going around her waist to pull her closer before she could protest. “Come on, you don’t even miss me a bit? Don’t miss the way I could.. Handle you? Treat your body like a God? You know.. I still do worship you. I fucked up, I know but–” he was cut off by her lips meeting his, her hands immediately going up to bury themselves into his locks. Eren followed her movements, both of his hand wrapping around her waist, pressing his body against hers almost as if he wanted to fuse into her. Their bodies stumbled into a wall, Y/n’s dress being hiked up, her hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Eren’s lips traveled from her lips to her jawline– latching around the skin on the side of her neck. One of his hands found its way between her legs, palming her cunt through her damp panties. Y/n melted in his touch, legs struggling to keep her up as he slid the fabric to the side and pinched her clit in between two fingers– rolling the bud between them. His head came up from her neck to study her face– lips slightly parted to match her own. Y/n sighed out, hips jutting upwards into his touch, “please…”. Eren let out a breath, fingers pooling into her at the singular word.

He quickly found a rhythm, a curl joining each thrust in, his lips smashing against hers. Their tongues swirled around one another, Y/n sucking the tip of his tongue, teeth closing around his bottom lip with a harsh tug. Eren laughed into her mouth, his free hand going to unbuckle his pants while the other one kept busy. His fingers spread deep within her, making way for a third one while he wriggled out of his jeans. “You ready for me?” he said hurriedly, eyes dark with lust and possession. As soon as Y/n nodded, he replaced his hand with his cock– pushing past her folds as a grunt fell from his lips. “Oh fuck..” he growled, pace picking up quickly before she had time to adjust. Eren’s hand quickly went to her thigh, a firm grip bringing her leg up to wrap around him. He thrusted upwards as Y/n loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes struggling to focus with the new angle.

“S-so Reiner huh?” he mumbled, head resting inside of the crook of Y/n’s neck. His thrusts were becoming deeper, balls smacking against her skin with each thrust. “Really thought pulling that shit was funny? Hm? Sorry.. I refuse to give this up” he said between clenched teeth. Before she could respond, Y/n was now flipped around and bent over– Eren’s dick slapping against her bare ass. “Want it?”. She couldnt help but roll her eyes, “yes, cmoon” she whined out. Eren chuckled before giving her a firm slap on her ass. “Youve done better than that in your sleep” he chuckled before cocking his hand back once more, allowing this one to land on her cunt. Y/n let out a yelp, thankful for the sound of the party.

“Please babe.. I miss your dick so much. You know that I feel good around you.. Please fuck what’s yours” she looked back at him as she spoke, cunt drenched at this point. Eren’s dark eyes looked down on her, strands of his hair sticking to his face— lips slightly parted. A smile slowly spread across them before he pressed his tip against her hole. Y/n sighed out in relief, hips going to push back against him— her eyes closing before opening at the feeling of him pulling away. “What did I do now?”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head, “just want you to look at me..”. Placing a firm grip on her shoulder, Eren slid himself all the way in— eyes focusing on the way Y/ns face contorted. Each thrust made it harder for her to focus, a couple of spanks from Eren reminding her of her instructions. “Yeah.. take that fucking dick..” he gritted, body twitching as he slowly started to lose rhythm. Suddenly, both of his hands went to her waist, thrusts becoming rabid as he pulled her back into each one. His rhythm was now completely gone, sloppy thrusts coming to an end as he came deep inside of her.

“Cmon Y/n… loosen up” his voice boomed, smirking at me once he saw the glare painted on my face. I wanted to grip his lips in my hand and rip off that smug look. “I know you’re used to being loose but.. i’m good the way I am” I shot back, a bitter, buttery smile coming onto my face. This was the first party of my college spring break and I held the honor of planning it. I had to be sure that everything was perfect. So far, everyone was drunk or cross faded but me. Sighing out, I decided to simply ignore the frosted haired freak pouring a round of shots for everyone out of a bottle he simply did not own.

Call me a tight ass but, Gojo deserves not a lick of sympathy from me. Not only did he make my life a living hell with the constant flirting in high school— he also didn’t stop once we entered college. I feel like he has some sort of weird fetish when it comes to being cussed out by me, not to shame anyone of course. I would be chill with it if I was getting paid.. or if he wasn’t so annoying. Taking two shots back to back, my face twisted into a grimace before refocusing once again, eyes deciding to land on Gojo. Fuck. He was coming over.

Quickly, I took a swig out of the bottle, fuck the cup. I couldn’t bear looking at his smug face without a little assistance.

“Y/n.. my bad for just waltzing into your house. Your roommate invited me..” she invited this douche? I'm turning off the wifi tomorrow. Y/n tuned back in at a comment that piqued their interest. “Can I roll you a joint?”. Ah, so you did decide to bring something instead of being a freeloader they thought to themself.

“Sure. I would never say no to free drugs”

Now, since when did free drugs equal making out with your sworn enemy? Was it because of that last shot of Casamigos? Tequila goes straight to my fat mama, I knew that. What I didn’t know is that I would find myself in my bedroom with the Gojo Satoru, shirt thrown on my floor and a sock hanging off my door handle. Gojo’s hands ran from my shoulders to my chest, groping my boobs through my lace bra. My hands were fumbling through his hair, my legs moving backwards to walk us to my bed.

I swear they had a mind of their own.

“This is the real Y/n, huh? This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” Gojo chuckled, ignoring the way Y/n mumbled for him to shut up. Their hands fought to get the other undressed first, Y/n now only in their panties. Gojo gently pushed them onto the bed, hands massaging her hips as his lips ran across their neck. His tongue swirled, lips latching onto the tender spots she had told not a single soul about. “You gonna eat this pussy or what” Y/n asked bluntly, earning a snort from Gojo.

“What happened to please?” he chuckled, mouth slowly running down to close around her puffy nipples. His hands made themselves busy, pulling down Y/n’s panties before palming her cunt. A finger slid between their folds before slipping inside of them. A second joined the first immediately, pumping and curling deeper into her heaven as his eyes looked down on the way her face reacted to those tender areas being stimulated. Gojo’s thumb pressed against their clit, rotating as his fingers increased in speed.

“So that’s what you like, huh? Like when I stretch that cunt? I can feel you tightening around me.. gonna cum already?”

Y/n scoffed, trying to sound annoyed through her breathy moans. “Of c-course not.. don’t… don’t flatter yourself.” As catty as she was being, they didn’t want for him to stop. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue swirling around their clit, flicking against it before pressing down flatly— head shaking from left to right. His fingers never stopped, his free hand holding Y/n down against the bed as her body trembled and squirmed. Fuck. Gojo was annoying but he sure knew how to eat pussy. His face came up for a brief moment, chin and eyes glistening for different reasons.

“You on the pill?”

*Record scratch*

What the fuck was I doing here? No seriously like.. I have GOT to be drunk off my ass. Did this fucking guy think we were about to be passionately fucking? I was just trying to give fat mama her time to shine! She deserved a little nibble.

“Uhh.. yes but..” shit. Why did Y/n feel so awkward? The high was coming down and although she could hear her cunt basically squeaking out his name between the now annoying throbs— maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Gojo liked to talk and Y/n didn’t want to be yet another one of his topics. “You should head back downstairs..”. Gojo immediately brought his body up completely, expression looking as if he was trying to figure out how to respond like his ego wasn’t just hit with an uppercut.

“Ah.. got it.” he smiled, standing as his cock stood with him. Looking down, his face tinted pink, hands going to cover himself. “Nice sheets.” he shot, chuckling as he walked out leaving Y/n alone, naked and horny. Looking down at her pompompurin themed bedspread they sighed, plopping backwards in hopes of falling through the mattress.

I didn’t know which one was worse, my hangover or my anxiety. Fuck it, both of those bitches were tied. I had successfully managed to make my way around campus without running into.. you know who. Now, all I had to do was go home and wait until my skull wasn’t being cracked open by my poor decisions.

Gojo was waiting at my car. How did he still look good after last night? I wanted to punch him in his annoying, smug face. “Can we talk?” he asked, throwing me off guard. Why so serious? I looked around before giving my attention back to him, “fine but… let’s go to my house. I don’t want to be seen out here with you.”

*insert sex*

fin.

“why, of course” he answered, my body relaxing as i stared at the wall separating us within the confessional. the hour was late and i could no longer hear his word with a mind tainted like mine. “what seems to be the issue, dear y/n?”. his words cut through my thoughts as my thighs tightened at the way he spoke my name. parting my lips, i took a deep breath before beginning to explain— “well.. father. lately i’ve been stuck in this.. trance-like state? my dreams have been melting fantasy with the real world and i even happen to.. see you there with me during those impure moments. am i.. possessed?” his silence almost alarmed me before i heard a deep sigh.

“my dear child.. i’m afraid that you are. luckily, i have just the solution.”

i felt my eyes water in joy, mouth opening to thank him before i was cut off abruptly. “get on your knees and face the door.”. was this still the father? his voice sounded.. grim. cold. nonetheless, i got into the position, awaiting his next move. suddenly, the door opened and he stood before me, his usual bright eyes now mimicking dark holes— hands fidgeting at his collar as he loosened it slightly. bringing a hand down, he lightly caressed my face before gripping it in a manner that went against the previous touch.

“i can help you but, you need to trust me”

“of course i trust you father. that is not a thing that needs a second guess” i whispered, panties becoming damp as i found myself lacking shame. father naoya went to unbuckle his slacks, my eyes following his movements in shock as i struggled to speak a word. before i knew it, his cock sprung out of his boxers, his hand going to stroke it until it stood up fully erect. “i will get rid of the demon that has attached itself to you.. i mean, i can not have a whore running around my sanctuary, can i?”. not giving me a second to recover from my shock and answer, he suddenly slapped me with his dick— his free hand reaching down to grip me by my hair as he yanked my head back.

“i asked you a question, slut. can i?”

“n-no father.. you can not..”. father naoya was no longer himself.. or maybe this is who he really was? i couldn’t even figure out the difference seeing as his cock pushed its way past my teeth shortly after, beginning to fuck my mouth at an unforgiving pace as he tugged at my locks harshly. “a vile.. disgusting object is what you are. coming into my holy space .. behaving as if you don’t want to be split in half by me” he gritted, harsh words causing my heart to pound. tears began to spill out onto my cheeks as he thrusted— hips suddenly pushing all the way forward to fill my mouth completely before stilling.

tapping on his leg urgently, i tried not to choke on my spit. it slowly started to coat my chin— soaking the bottom of my dress as i regulated my breath slowly. “there we go.. there we fucking go”. reaching down father naoya released my chest from my clothes, fondling my nipples as he started to buck his hips once again. i found myself bobbing my head to meet his thrust, my hand traveling between my legs.. hoping to provide my aching spot some release..

“are you fucking kidding me?”

pulling his cock out of my mouth naoya suddenly gripped my cheeks once again this time spitting directly in my face. “how dare you touch yourself in my presence, demon? do you wish to be pleasured? to feel relief? do you feel you are deserving?”. i found myself nodding, chest rising and falling as i tried to catch my breath once again. clicking his tongue, he quickly turned me around— positioning me to where my hands and knees rested against the cold floors. he did not even bother to pull down my panties, ripping them apart before shoving the fabric deep into my cunt— his large fingers joining it before slowly slipping themselves out as he proudly hummed.

father naoya spread my cheeks apart before spitting against my asshole, the action causing a whimper to fall out of my throat. shortly after, i found myself moaning as his tongue circled and filled the tight hole— hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave bruises that would refuse to leave. positioning himself behind me, his cock slowly began to push into my asshole before filling me as much as it was allowed. his thrusts were gentle for only a second before i felt him change his positioning a bit— cock now fucking my asshole wider than it’s ever been.

crying out, my fingernails crawled at the floor in pain and ecstasy, mind focusing on the feeling along with the way he grunted in between each thrust. “squeezing me so tight.. has anyone ever fucked you this good? made you feel them deep..deep inside of you?” he husked out, lips now pressing against my ear as his chest rubbed against my back. his thrusts were slowing down but becoming even harder, balls slapping against my cunt. my panties were now soaking, the feeling of being double stuffed making it difficult to even respond. one of his hands gripped at my hip as he held me in place, adrenaline too high to feel the intensity of his grip.

he gripped my neck, squeezing the sides as he brought my head up to look at his face now looming over me. “you look so fucking out of it.. pull it together and answer me.” he chuckled darkly, his brows furrowed in concentration. “no sir.. i’ve.. i’ve never been fucked so good..” i squeaked out, eyes struggling to stay open as an orgasm washed over me. naoya’s thrust became sloppy, hand squeezing hard around my neck as he let out a few frantic humps before pulling out— his hands moving quickly to make me face him before shoving his cock into my mouth to use me once again.

“worthless piece of shit.. swallow my seed and become pure. every. single. drop.”

as he released into my throat i fought back a cough, mind cloudy as i swallowed all that he had to offer— vision blurry. the father removed his cock and i felt.. sadness. looking up to him, it felt like he was the one who had been reborn— not i. this was not the kind man that frequently spoke the word of our lord.. and i truly did not hate him.

“father.. i do feel i may need a few more sessions”