there should be a thing called lustful academia. romantic academia but more passionate. pomegranate juice dripping down your hands as you open the ripe fruit of love; stains left on the annotated book you’re currently reading. lady dakota warren level of passion and lust for life, knowledge, art, and literature, but even more intense. pure bacchanalia.
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Complicated
18+ below the cut MDNI
NB!Reader x Various, no specific characters mentioned but my personal list is at the bottom.
CW: Sexual content, romantic themes, relationship dynamics, gray romantic area.
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The two of you had a complicated relationship… it wasn’t always terrible. But people didn’t understand it. So you didn’t talk about it much, and they didn’t ask.
Going to high school together, then university. Falling in love between the two. Then breaking up halfway through your third year of university. By the beginning of your last year, you rarely said a polite hello in the hallways. In public you were nothing more than a previous flame, all burnt out now.
In private, that all changed. Those embers would never go out.
He’d bury himself inside you just to feel the warmth of your soft, wet walls. Running your fingers up and down his spine as you sit on his lap. Strands of his hair tickle your neck while his forehead rests on your shoulder. Sometimes he’d lay you down on your side, cock still buried inside you, and the afternoon would be spent sleeping in each others arms. Only to wake up to his slow thrusting, strong arms caging you in while they hold him above you. Your legs are pushed to the sides. He’s loving you right now, savoring the feeling of your like he’d ever have the chance of forgetting it.
Are you thinking about me? Is it going too far?
Little things he’d ask you. He’d whisper them against your back while his arms are wrapped around you. Every time you’d reassure him. If you really weren’t okay with this, you wouldn’t be here. Simple as that. You remind him that both of you have grown up a lot since you first met. Conversations like this flow easier. Communication flows easier.
He’d laugh. He knew that was jokingly directed at him. Before you’d even had time to think, he would be between your legs, apologizing once more for his previous juvenile actions. You both knew he’d been forgiven ten times over but you also knew he wouldn’t stop.
You don’t date anyone else. Or sleep with anyone else. Not that either of you wanted to.
It didn’t feel like your relationship was a secret. Nor did it feel like a relationship. But it felt right. Privacy had always been thing for you two. Your relationship was public conversation when you had a history of academic prowess and extracurricular athletic success. But it was also your little oasis amid busy lives and building future careers, being functioning young adults. And it still was. Only now, the two of you were the only souls that knew of it.
Dates were a thing, they just happened at home or far from it. Pictures of the two of you smiling in front of different dazzling views sprinkled both of your bedrooms. He wouldn’t admit it but you tell him you know he just wants to fuck you near every landmark. So this whole country has your touch lingering everywhere. He’s says you’re being dramatic and he couldn’t possibly help how hot you are in vacation mode.
Call it an obsession but every free moment is spent together. Or spent texting each other, quick Snapchat videos and goofy memes sent back and forth. Even if you weren’t directly interacting with him, he was on your mind. The image of him clouded your thoughts while you daydreamed. You felt his touch ghosting over your skin while laid in bed at night. His voice beckoned you from your dreams, promising visions of a future starring only you two.
You knew he felt the same. He’d confessed his feelings during late nights, your bodies intertwined keeping the nights chill at bay. Hushed whispers escaped his lips as he buried himself closer to you. Telling you how he sees you when closes his eyes at night. He can feel the way your touch warms his body even when you aren’t there. Visions of you in his mind flashing around. Nothing felt as real as you. Nothing felt as right.
Those were the nights you spent the longest ruining the sheets. Those nights he buried himself deep inside you every time he came. You knew your body would never accept someone as deeply as you did him. He touched every part of you when he fucked you. The feeling stronger than any drug you’d ever taken. This shit was soul deep, and both of you thrives in it.
You knew one day things would shift. Paths would align and finally the two of you could build the life you actually wanted. Nothing framed by contracts or business. Just you and your man against it all.
EREN, Levi, Connie, BAKUGO, Izuku, KIRI, Sero, Hitoshi, SHOTO, Shouta, YUJI, Megumi, YUTA, GOJO, TOJI.
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