#SUNDRESS SZN COLLAB !

[kitashousewife]

she looks just like a dream

an: to wrap up summer, i have wrote this submission for yuna's @134340am sundress szn collab! this was so much fun to write and i hope you all enjoy!

pairings: timeskip!osamu x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, friends to lovers, one bed trope, reader is in a dress and has on jewelry, osamu is very sweet and flustered, lowercase intentional

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summer wouldn't be complete without your yearly trip to the coast. since you were young, a group of you would head to the beach for a few days, relaxing and spending time together before the weather turned cold. usually you, the miyas, and even suna and his family would join in on the fun.

of course, as you all got older, you kids would just go together for a few days during school break. now that you are all in college, or out of college, and doing your own thing; things are a little different.

when you tried to plan this year's trip, you got a lot of mixed responses. atsumu was going to be helping at a kid's volleyball camp, suna couldn't get work off, even kita wasn't able to move his schedule around. not wanting to break tradition, you convinced osamu to go with you.

just the two of you.

normally, this wouldn't be an issue. osamu is your best friend, and you have spent a lot of time alone together before. but the past few weeks have been tough. what you thought was just a very close friendship somehow shifted with the summer breeze, falling somewhere between friends, and more than friends.

well, to you anyway.

you haven't been able to muster up the courage to bring this up to osamu, leaving it all to hang in the air every time you're together. what was once a regular hug goodbye now made your heart pound in your chest, leaving you feeling breathless and blushy. but, this was probably all in your head.

right?

shutting the trunk of his car, osamu let out a sigh as you walked down the steps of your apartment.

"god, were only gone three days, did ya bring enough stuff? barely any room left," he huffs in fake annoyance, swinging the passenger door open for you before he gets in.

"it's always good to be prepared," you start, buckling your seatbelt. "it's better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it."

"yeah, whatever. are ya ready to head out, or do you have another 3 bags that we need to fit in?" osamu teases, poking your side.

you roll your eyes. "just drive, miya."

the drive is quick, but it felt much longer. stealing glances at osamu while he drove, feeling almost nervous when he would ask you about the most regular things. you couldn't wait to get to the hotel.

"ah yes, reservation for miya," the receptionist reads her monitor, and osamu smiles at her while the two of you wait.

"here you are, mr. miya. room 312, for three nights, one king size bed. the elevator is on your le-"

"hold on, one bed? my reservation confirmation says two," osamu interrupts, quickly pulling out his phone to double check.

your stomach flips.

"o-oh, i'm so sorry sir. let me just double check in my system," the receptionist stutters, typing away on her computer as she double checks the confirmation number osamu provides her.

"i'm really sorry you two, but it looks like that is all we have available. i'm terribly sorry. but here," she opens her desk drawer frantically, rifling through its contents. "take these. free dinners at the steakhouse next door on us. again, i am so sorry for this."

sensing her worry, osamu offers her a kind smile. "it's no big deal, right?" he looks over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised. you swallow.

"y-yeah! it's no big deal at all. thank you so much for your help!"

it was a huge deal, actually. and not just to you.

taking his silence as confusion, the two of you ride the elevator without a word. really, though, osamu is quiet because he is freaking out.

truth be told, osamu has liked you for years. he's never shown it, the fear of being shut down and completely ruining your friendship kept him from ever mentioning it. he only agreed to come on this trip after hours of atsumu badgering to just do it! who knows what will happen.

"here we are," he mutters, swinging open the door to your shared hotel room. it really is gorgeous. large windows overlooking the beach, lots of room, and a luxurious-looking bathroom. the call of your name draws your attention back to osamu. "i'm really sorry about this, i knew the reservation was for two beds," he gives you an apologetic smile.

"it's no problem, really. it's okay. plus," you flop on the bed, giggling as you bounce. "we got a free dinner out of it."

he joins you on the bed, groaning as he stretches out his back. "you're right. can't complain, i guess."

his arm comes down to rest on your thigh, and your heart beats a little quicker. "s-should we use it tonight?"

tapping your leg twice, he sits up. "i think that's a great idea. i'll shower quickly and we can meet in the lobby in, say, 30 minutes?" you nod, and grab one of your bags to unpack. "sounds great to me."

osamu only suggested meeting in the lobby so that he could give his brother a call and calm his nerves.

"it's not that deep, 'samu," atsumu shouts into the other end, the faint sound of shoes squeaking on a court in the background. "i think this was the push ya needed."

"not helping, atsumu," osamu pinches the bridge of his nose, pacing back and forth. "i'm gonna offer to sleep on the floor."

atsumu groans. "don't be a baby. i think this will be good for ya, give ya a chance to tell her about yer crush," he laughs.

"god, why did i even call ya. whatever 'tsum. we're goin' out to dinner, so i'll text ya later." hanging up before atsumu can get any comments in, osamu sits in the lobby chair and runs his hand through his hair. should he keep going with the best friend role, or should he say something? maybe i'll wait, what if i say somethin' and our trip is ruined and

"are you ready to go, 'samu?" his head jerks up, and before he can stop himself, he lets out a small gasp.

there you are, wearing the prettiest sundress he's ever seen. a darling pastel, puffy sleeves, flowing daintily and resting on the tops of your thighs. feeling nervous under his gaze, you reach up and play with one of the necklaces you decided to wear.

'i-is it too much?" you pull at the hem of your dress, fidgeting with it.

"no!" he jumps up, walking up to you and stopping himself before he cups your face in his hands. lowering his voice, he tries again. "n-no. it's perfect. ya look beautiful," he smiles, eyes fixed on the soft movement of the fabric against your figure. grabbing your hand, he leads you out the door and towards the restaurant.

you try to make some small talk in hopes that your voice will drone out the loud thump of your heart against your chest. thankfully the walk is short, and there is a table ready. it's outside, mere steps from the beach., you smile.

"isn't this perfect! we can watch the sunset from here," you beam, staring towards the water.

osamu can't respond. he can't even think of any words to say. all he can think of is how gorgeous you look. the golden light shining against your skin, which seems to glow, making you look like a goddess. better yet, the dress you're wearing. the flow of the fabric, the delicate details, and the shape are turning his thoughts to mush. all that comes to mind is how breathtakingly beautiful you look right now.

"pretty," he breathes, staring at you. you turn to face him, head cocking to the side.

"pretty?" you ask. "oh, the view?" you nod towards the beach, and osamu watches the slow drag of the waves for a second.

"yes, you could say that." he smiles, but he's not looking at the scenery.

he's looking right at you.

your cheeks heat up, and you quickly avert your eyes to your menu. thankfully your server arrives, giving you a minute to collect your thoughts.

dinner continued on without a hitch after that, feeling completely normal. the two of you laughed together, sharing some stories from this past summer, even reminiscing on a few memories from past beach trips.

riding up the elevator, you lean your head against the wall and close your eyes. "it's too bad everyone else couldn't come,"

osamu nods, but can't stop staring at you in that dress. all he wants to do is to reach out and feel it, spin you around in it so that it flutters against you. he hums in response before the two of you walk towards your room.

flopping on the bed once more, you let out a dramatic sigh. "i am so full, i think i'm gonna change an-"

"n-no," osmau puts out his hand, just to cover his mouth with it. thankfully your eyes are fixed on the ceiling. you sit up and press the skirt of your dress down. "what?"

he coughs. "n-nothing, its just-" he closes his eyes and sighs. it's now or never.

"i think that dress looks amazing on you, truly. that dress was made for you, it should be thanking you for wearing it," he says, staring at your fingers as they play with the hem once more.

"t-thank you, 'samu," you almost whisper, eyes looking up to gaze into his. "you look handsome, too."

he sits on the bed, the weight of his strong body causes you to lean into him. he smiles, before he places a shaky hand on thigh and looks at you, leaning in slightly,

"i think yer beautiful" he whispers, face so close that his breath dances across your lips. you blush, your eyes trained on his lips.

"t-thank you," you breathe. he tilts his head slightly, noses touching for a second. "is this okay?"

leaning a little closer, you nod, brushing your lips against his.

"kiss me, 'samu."

bringing his hands up to your face, he cups it lightly and leans in. the first touch of your lips on his has you melting, lips molding to fit his in perfect unison. your hands wrap around his forearms, holding him in place as your kiss deepens.

pulling away, breathless, he chuckles before rubbing his thumb against your cheek in soothing circles. you lean into his touch and smile back at him.

"i've wanted to do that since the beach trip before our second year," he says, placing another sweet kiss on your lips. laying down, the two of you snuggle up to each other and you hum.

"really? even when i had that silly hairstyle?"

he pouts. "i thought it was cute," you laugh and poke his cheek.

"i'm glad someone did. if i knew that wearing this would get that reaction out of you, i would've worn it sooner," you say, gesturing to the sundress you still have on.

osamu sits up slightly, tracing his finger across one of the designs in the fabric. "you look like a dream, i couldn't help it."

you blush and osamu chuckles, pulling you closer.

he can't wait for the coming days of this trip. he especially can't wait for the responses he's going to get from the boys after the picture he just sent them of the two of you snuggled up on the bed.



#SUNDRESS SZN COLLAB #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #osamu fluff #miya osamu fluff #hq fluff #hq imagine #osamu x reader fluff #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader

[missmeinyourbones]

- 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 (satoru gojo x reader) wc: 2.4k

my submission for my lovely bub @134340am‘s sundress szn collab! i absolutely adored writing this and i can’t wait to read everyone else’s works...be sure to check out the other pieces as the masterlist updates ;0

tags: NSFW 18+, AFAB! reader, penetrative sex, creampie, cum eating, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. 

“You can’t be serious right now.”

The banquet hall is bright and elegant, tastefully garnished in light and dainty flowers. You recognize the reoccurring petals of baby’s breath centering each table, pairing with a few blush colored carnations to liven up the assortments. 

The sundress you wear is coral and silk, the material light and faint on your skin as it sways with the slight breeze in the summer air. Falling mid-calf, it’s delicate fabric caresses your body in all of the right places. With dainty straps holding your chest up and a fit that’s flattering but tasteful, it’s a perfectly acceptable choice for Nanami’s luncheon party—or it would be, if your boyfriend could keep his hands to himself for a few hours.

The wall you lean up against is cool on your exposed arms, purse in hand as you glare at your impatient lover before you. 

“Satoru,” you attempt to scold him, but the way your voice slightly wavers reveals your true flush at his implication, “you’re serious?”

His eyes don’t falter from your lips as he practically growls, “Deadly.” 

“No,” you put your foot down with a hushed demand, “we are in public, with our friends,” you drawl out the syllables of the words, as if enunciating them slowly and sternly will get your point across to him.

It doesn't. 

He groans with a roll of his eyes, “It’s Nanami,” he spits his friend’s name as if it’s cursed, “he already can’t stand me. Might as well give him more of a reason.”

You scoff at his childish remark, mentally reminding yourself of your whereabouts. Nanami was nice enough to invite you to his celebratory event, just barely agreeing to your begs and hounds of bringing Gojo along under the one condition that he agreed to behave. 

You should’ve known he was a liar. There’s always more when it comes to Satoru. 

You brush his lingering hands away from your shoulders, but he’s persistent as ever—wiggling his way around you so you’re pressed between his giant frame and the wall, he presses a tiny kiss to your neck. It’s innocent enough, or it would be, if you didn’t know him. But you do, and the way he allows his mouth to linger over the damp skin, blowing a cool huff of breath onto the sensitive area to watch you shutter beneath him, is filled with nothing less than filthy intent. 

���Satoru,” you try to persuade him again, though you can feel your will slipping from your clenched grip as he places another delicate peck to your sweet spot. 

“You said you’d be on your best behavior,” you meekly remind him. 

“I did,” he agrees, much to your surprise, “I didn’t say for who, though.” 

There it is. 

It takes a split second for your sigh of annoyance to turn into one of need as his knee forces itself between your legs, opening them just enough to gain access to your barely clothed cunt. The slit of your sundress perfectly allowing his hand to just barely slide between your thighs, his knuckle grazing the pearl of your clit, making you gasp lightly at the sudden flicker of pleasure. 

“And right now, I wanna be good for you,” his voice is saccharine and teasing as it vibrates the shell of your ear. 

Answering far too quickly, you whimper at his words. “We’d have to be quick,” squeaks from your throat, already giving in to his subtle touches. 

Gojo laughs in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder. 

“Is that a challenge?” he beams, stepping away from you to lace your hand with his and drag you from the cornered wall. 

It takes him about a minute and thirty second stroll through the crowded banquet room to find a hallway with a single-stalled private bathroom. You curse beneath your breath as he smugly pulls you through the door, praying to whoever’s watching over you that no nursing-mother or hobbling-elder is in need of the decently secluded restroom for the next 20 minutes. 

The very second the door is closed, Satoru hoists you onto the perch of the sink, his lips immediately attacking yours before urgently moving down to your neck. They litter open-mouthed kisses down your throat, taking their sweet time as they reach your now exposed cleavage. Satoru’s tongue dances around the lace hemline of your dress, licking and sucking on the plush skin spilling from its corset. 

“Can’t—nghhhh—believe we’re doing this,” you gasp with a stifled moan.

“Can you blame me, baby?” he teases, voice heavy with lust as his hands reach beneath your dress and roughly grip your thigh, “You wore this dress. It’s like, perfect access for stuff like this.” 

Though your eyes roll with irritation, your back instinctually arches as he squeezes up your legs and closer to where you want him most. 

“Didn’t wear it for that reason, idiot,” you bark. 

You feel Satoru smirk against your skin. He steps back for just a moment, expertly ridding himself of his blindfold with a single hand. 

“Really?” he taunts, before his head disappears beneath the light fabric, “You didn’t wear this so I could fuck you in it?” 

You feel his hot breath hit your covered cunt as he takes his pointer finger and runs it over the wet patch you’ve formed on your panties. 

“Huh,” he humors himself, his reply muffled from between your thighs, “you’re so pretty when you lie.”

“I’m not—” your words fall short with a moan as Satoru licks a fat, wide strip along your clothed pussy, the heat radiating from his tongue sending chills up your spine. 

“Fuck, Satoru,” you throw your head back against the mirror, bucking your hips further into his face. His nose scrunches against your unattended clit and it sets your body up in flames. 

He chuckles once more, “You were saying?”

As much as you want him to devour you whole on the plaster of this restroom’s sink, you logically know you're still racing against the clock—it’s only a matter of time before someone notices your missing presence or knocks on the locked door, and you’re hoping to cum before then and not spend the rest of the evening frustrated with chasing a high you can’t quite reach.

With all of the strength your lust-clouded mind can muster, your fingers laced through his hair pull his face away from your heat. 

“We don’t have time for all that,” you whine as his eyes poke out from underneath your dress. “please,” you practically beg him to give you what you want—what he wants, too. 

If it were any other scenario, Satoru wouldn't have given in so easily, but the hungry look in your eyes paired with the growing mumbling of party-goers outside makes him cave. 

“Only cause we’re pressed for time,” he mumbles as he rises from between your legs, pulling his dress pants down and messily freeing his red and angered cock, “don’t think you're not in for it later, though.” 

Your stomach flutters at the sight paired with his threat. “Can’t wait,” you dryly retort, further spreading your legs for him. 

Satoru wastes no time as he collects your slick with his tip before hurriedly sliding himself into your cunt. He’s slow and calculated at first, wanting you to feel every pulse, vein, and bend of his cock—wanting your gummy walls to mold to his shape, permanently. 

He speeds up after a few experimental pumps, finding a pace that leaves you panting in his hold and writhing around him. He feels you clench around his cock when he finds that certain angle inside of you, your sweet spot, causing you to rasp out a drunken moan. 

“Yeah, baby?” he mocks you, purposefully hitting the spot a bit harsher with his next few thrusts, “Right there, huh? There?”

You shake in his hold, the pressure of the pleasure and stretch burning just right. 

You babble nonsensically into his neck, “Yes, yesyesyesyes—”

“Look at you,” Satoru hisses, picking your head up from his collar and forcing it to the side. Pressed up against the mirror, you see your reflection in your peripheral vision, the mirror shaking as Satoru fucks you senselessly. “taking me so well with all those people right outside,” he taunts with a groan. 

You clench once more at his words, and Satoru releases a laugh laced with complete adoration and faux disgust.

“So dirty,” he mewls, “bet you wanna get caught, huh?”

His words make you involuntarily moan loader, waves of pleasure ripping through your body as he continues to drill his cock into you, mushroom tip ever-so-slightly rubbing against your cervix.

His grip on your waist tightens, “You want everyone to hear how good I’m makin’ you feel?” He brushes the spongey spot of your cunt that has you seeing stars. 

You move to stick your fingers in his mouth, an attempt to quiet his lewd comments at such a dire time like this, but he’s quicker—as his hand meets you halfway and pins your wrist against the mirror. 

With a pornographic moan barely stifled, you reprimand him, “Shut up.”

He removes a hand from your waist and uses it to cup your jaw, turning your face from the mirror and forcing you to look at him. 

“Nuh-uh, angel,” he coos and shakes his head, slowing down the desperate snap of his hips to a more deliberate and agonizing pace, “I believe I asked you something.”

You eyes falter down to where he sinks into you and Satoru proudly follows your gaze. His length slowly stretches in and out of your tiny hole, coated in your cream and leaving strings of slick clinging to your skin with every drag. He goes as far as to completely pull out of you, revealing his sticky pink tip flush with pre-cum—he teasingly runs it through your folds as he awaits your response. 

Desperate at the loss of warmth filling you, you swallow your pride and growl, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Satoru pushes. 

You blink up at him, eyes watery and needy as you whisper, “I want them to hear us.”

Gojo’s smile could run the sun for its money as he snaps his hips harshly, forcing his cock back into your welcoming cunt. 

“Damn right, you do. That’s why you wore this dress, right? So I’d fuck you against the wall, right?” he eggs you on, tone mocking and condescending as he speeds up his movements. 

“No! Satoru—fuck,” your body writhes beneath his pressure as you feel a familiar coil brewing below your lower abdomen. 

Satoru shows you no mercy, as if he’s suddenly lit a fire beneath himself, slamming into you and bottoming out on each thrust. The sounds echoing in the bathroom are lewd and nasty—skin on skin and wet squelches as his hot breath coats your neck. 

Feeling yourself approaching your finish, you sink your nails into his blazer-clad shoulders. “I’m close,” you shamelessly babble, “I’m—I’m gonna cum—gonna cum, I’m—”

Satoru interrupts your cries with a groan so deep it vibrates your chest, “Fuck, me too baby. I know, I know.”

Seeing white as your body jerks and contracts on the sink, you cum hard around his cock, chasing your orgasm as it ricochets throughout your whole body. 

Satoru follows quickly after you, the clenching of your warm pussy sending him over the edge. He paints your insides white with hot spurts of cum, overstimulating both you and himself and he continues to drill it into your hole throughout his high.

“Come on,” he shakes with each thrust, “fuckin’ take it.”

When the two of you finally come down, bodies shaky and sweaty with adrenaline and pleasure, he places a gentle kiss to your puffy lips. Pulling away slowly, he smirks at your fucked out face. 

“You hav’to help clean me,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you rest against his still-heaving chest. 

Satoru lightly scoffs, “So bossy, even after all that, huh? Figured I would’ve fucked the attitude out of you.”

You smack his chest with the back of your hand, resulting in a chuckle as he rests your limp frame against the mirror. 

Slumped on the weight of the wall, you wince as you feel Satoru pull out—already missing him filling you to the brim, you feel his seed gush out of you as you whimper at the loss. 

Satoru is quick to mumble an apology and collect what he can with his fingers, eventually bringing them to your mouth and allowing you to suck off what coats them. He does the rest with his own tongue, collecting any leftover cum that paints your sensitive pussy lips. 

As you focus on evening out your breathing, Satoru pulls his pants back up and secures his belt once more. He runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it’s wild pieces before quickly retying his blindfold. 

Returning his attention to you once more, he gently dabs the plush of your thighs with a tissue, collecting the rest of the white stripes of cum leaking down your legs. He brushes the stray hairs slick to your forehead out from your face, readjusting your appearance to a more reasonable party look. He offers you a hand as you unevenly hop down from the sink—he uses his fingers to straighten out the hem of your straps, his palms to brush out the crevices of your skirt. 

“Can I tell you something?” you weakly press yourself into his chest, still slightly dazed from the pleasure your body just underwent.

“Mhm,” he approves, gently pecking your soft lips once, twice, three times, before moving a hand to the doorknob. 

“I did wear this dress so you would fuck me in it.”

Gojo opens the bathroom door for you, mouth hung ajar as he gawks back at you in surprise. 

He beams as he points an accusatory finger, “Fuckin’ knew it! You’re just as filthy as I am—”

“Because you’ve contaminated her.”

The pair of you quickly turn around and are met with Nanami’s disappointed scowl. He eyes the two of you up and down, before clicking his teeth and shaking his head. Before either of you can open your mouths—you to explain yourself and Gojo to make a ruthless comment—he holds his palm up flat to signal your silence. 

“And if the two of you are done acting like horny teenagers,” he whispers the words harshly before straightening his back and composing himself, “drinks are being served in the foyer.”

Satoru attempts to high-five his still raised hand, but Nanami quickly retreats it with disgust as he makes his way towards his other guests—the ones who didn't just fuck in the bathroom of his event. 

Face red with humiliation and disbelief, you turn to your boyfriend with an exasperated gasp, “We are never getting invited to another one of his events ever again.”

Peering down at you, Satoru looks as smug as ever—dashingly charming as he merely shrugs and presses a thumb to your bottom lip. 

“Can’t say I’m upset about that.”

#sundress szn collab ! #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fic #satoru fic #gojo satoru fic

[thegetoufather]

SUMMERTIME SWEETNESS • ICHIGO KUROSAKI

ichigo kurosaki x f!reader

warnings: smut, 18+/minors and ageless blogs DNI, AGED UP ICHIGO (20+), modern au, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, car sex, cream pie, minor exhibitionist vibes (?)

w/c: 2.4k

a/n: finally fucked around and wrote for my new baby. this is my submission to @134340am SUNDRESS SZN collab! be sure to check out the rest of the lovely fics here! also i know ichigos birthday was the 15th of july. yes this is late bc his birthday is everyday to me. none of the characterization in this fic would be possible without the lovely @karikarasuno who lets me scream about bleach in the dms on the daily

It’s hard to say when exactly when the sky shifts to sunset — it felt like mere minutes ago that it was was blue with soft white clouds swirled in, and now, as sun begins to dip in the horizons, the edges of the clouds glow amber, the day slowly fading away as the end credits of Howl’s Moving Castle play on the laptop in front of you. Ichigo’s head rests on your lap, smiling softly as your nails softly rake against his scalp as you watch the sky change in front of you.

“It matches your dress,” he murmurs, playing with the hem. 

“What does?”

He turns to face you, pinching a bit of the fabric off your thighs before tilting his head slightly back to the horizon. “It's the same pretty mango color.”

“Really? I think it matches your hair more.”

You can feel Ichigo still beneath your hand, a tell tale sign that his pleasant mood is starting to sour. “Oh, don’t ruin the moment,” he grumbles.

“What? It does.”

He sits up now, scowl plastered on his features. It just makes you giggle as you smooth out his hair, but it does nothing to settle the expression that seems to be his default.

“You shouldn't have gotten up, you're just blending in with the sky now,” you tease.

“Shut up. I can’t even compliment you without you teasing.”

“Why would I? You’re my cute little tangerine.”

“God, somehow that's worse than being called a delinquent because of my hair.” 

“I got more nicknames if you like.” Your grin widens as your boyfriend's displeasure sets deeper into his features, sticking your tongue out tease him further. 

“Don’t.” 

You stick your hand back into the picnic basket, fishing out a chocolate covered strawberry and holding it out with expectant eyes. “Peace offering?”

“Only if you feed me,” the scowl leaves his face, lips turning ever so slightly in a smirk that makes your stomach flip because it's reserved only for you. You put the fruit in his mouth, wiping the juice that spills down his chin when he takes a bite. It’s adorable how he focuses on the flavors melting on his tongue, brow unfurrowing as he indulges in his favorite dessert. Ichigo pulls you into a kiss after he swallows, smiling against you when you let out a surprised gasp. It’s sweet and slow, the bitter taste of dark chocolate sneaking in as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

“Easy there, tiger.” You say when you pull back. 

“I thought we were quitting it with the orange jokes.”

“We are, doesn’t mean you weren’t being bold in public.”

“There’s barely anyone here. And I can’t help it when you look this pretty.” He takes a moment to run his hand over the length of your dress, fingers trailing from the hem sitting on your knee, smoothing up the corset top to fiddle with the bow sitting atop the thick straps. “When did you get this?”

“I bought it for Yoruichi’s bridal shower, but I thought I’d debut it for the birthday boy's picnic.” 

“Well, he thanks you for it.” His hand returns to the resting spot had claimed during your movie, the soft skin of your thigh that the slit of your dress gives him access to. He gives the muscle a soft squeeze, leaning in for another kiss before your hand pushes against the dip of his pecs. 

“What has gotten into you?”

“What? A guy can’t kiss his girlfriend?”

“Well, not my guy because he usually isn’t into PDA.”

“You know what they say, new year, new me.” 

 “Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes at him while he makes a move to kiss your cheek, faux annoyance turning into laughter when his hair starts to tickle you.

“You can kiss me more when we go back home,” you offer as he starts to peck at your jaw.

“Mmm, yeah, trading barely there PDA into kissing in front of my surprise party?”

“What?”

Ichigo pulls back to face you, knowing look in his brown eyes as you try to play innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scoff,  “There’s no surprise party.” 

“Right, so Renji asking me how long our picnic was supposed to last didn't mean anything, and Uryu yelling at him about subtlety was in reference to nothing in particular.”

You freeze, Ichigo quirking a brow as he waits for you to confess. “Oh, I’m gonna kill him.”

“You would think the fact that he’s failed to keep my birthday party a secret every year since college would be a sign that you shouldn’t have asked him.”

“Yeah, but you know he wants to do something for you and never understands that you hate parties.”

“So ambushing me is better?”

“Well, it never ends up being an ambush does it?” He laughs at the pout that sits on your face, taking your cheeks in his hands so you face him. 

“You know what my favorite part of my birthday is every year?”

“What?”

“The date that gets me out of the house while Renji makes a mess of our apartment.” 

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“I’m serious. Last year, when we took edibles and went to the aquarium — I had so much fun. How else do you think I didn’t yell when Ikkaku smashed a cupcake in my face?”

“The edible.”

“Let me love you, woman,” he huffs. You giggle and pull out another strawberry to placate him even though you know you don’t need it. 

You don’t have to let Ichigo tell you how much he loves you because he’s constantly showing it with his actions, always buying the light roast Nespresso pods though he prefers his coffee dark and bitter, putting up with all your teasing and poking and you kick him sometimes when you're asleep. He’s been showing you since that first date — that warm feeling you got at the end of the night when he kissed you just growing with every day you’ve been with him. It makes you feel grounded, secure, content in the silence that sits between you as you feed him strawberries at sunset. Your response to his complaining is simply the same smile that stretches your lips every time you see time, telling him to be quiet as you set another strawberry on his tongue.

“When are they expecting us?” He asks.

“In about half an hour.”

“Mmm, we better get home then, I’m going to need all that extra time to practice my surprised face.”

You roll your eyes at him as you start to put the food away, Ichigo promptly offering you his hand to help you stand up so he can fold away the blanket. He doesn’t let go of you, lacing your fingers with his as he holds the folded fabric with his free arm. You walk in the park hand in hand, passing by some new parents with a stroller taking a breath of fresh air and an old couple feeding the ducks by the pond — and you find yourself making a birthday wish on his day — that you get to experience those seasons of life with him too. He kisses the back of your hand when you get to the car, letting you go to pop open the trunk and put the blanket away.

“I can take the basket too,” he offers. 

“No worries, I got this.” You walk in front of him, bending over at the waist to set the basket away. The breeze starts to get stronger, lifting up the fabric of your skirt till you feel Ichigo’s strong hands yank it back into place.

“Careful!” You exclaim when you stand back up. “You’re going to tear my dress.”

“What the fuck was that?” He hisses.

“What was what, other than you nearly ripping my sundress because of the wind.”

“You’re really going to play this game?” 

“What game, Ichigo, we have to go home.”

He’s exasperated, but still rounds to the passenger side to open your door for you. You close the door and wait for him to enter, watching him carefully as the driver's side shuts with a slam. 

“What if someone saw?” He’s staring through the windshield as he asks the question, white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as the car comes to life. 

“I think they would tell you you owed me a new dress.” 

“God, fuck, why do I even —.” The rest of his complaints dissolve into mutters, continuing under his breath as he rests his arm behind your seat headrest as he reverses. He stops eventually, letting Mac Miller fill the car instead as you head over to your apartment building. You two don’t speak a single word till you pull into the parking garage of your apartment, Ichigo’s jaw clenched as he puts the car in park.

“Alright, so Renji just texted asking if we are on our way so I figured we could scare him by just showing up at the door now.” You make a move to reach for the door handle only to be met by the sharp click of the door lock. 

“Everything okay?” You look over at him waiting for an explanation, only to have him coolly turn his head towards you. 

“Are you done playing dumb?”

“Playing dumb about what, Ichi?”

“Oh, you aren’t done. You know what, get over here.” 

“No. Are you kidding, we have a party to get to.” You unlock the door only for him to press the lock button again, smirk playing upon his lips at your indignation.

“I think you’re forgetting something here,” he says, authority creeping into his tone.

“And what’s that?”

“That I’m the birthday boy, so I get what I want.” He leans closer, hand coming down to unbuckle your seatbelt. “So, get over here, now.”

The authority in his tone gives you goosebumps, obeying him wordlessly as you hop over the console. He pushes the seat back to accomodate you, pulling your hips closer to him and leaning you back against the wheel. He holds eye contact with you as he raises your skirt, hot brown gaze making you feel like you're on fire while he exposes your core.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, fingers running through the lace waistband. “Why’d you work so hard to hide these from me baby?” His fingertips glide across, pressing into the bareskin of your mound exposed by the crotchless black lace panties. 

“Wanted something on your birthday to be a surprise,” you breathe, keening into his touch as he dips closer to your folds. 

“Mmm, too bad the wind gave you away.” Ichigo leans forward to kiss your jaw, your breath catching in your lungs as he moves down the column of your neck.

“You should have waited to see the rest of it.”

“The rest of it?”

“This came with a pair of thigh highs.”

“Fuuuuccckk.” It’s low and guttural, vibrating against the skin of your neck and making your eyes shut. The sound of metal clinking causes them to flutter open, you finding Ichigo fumbling with his belt as he pushes his jeans and boxers down. 

“Ichigo, wait, the party —”

“Renji still thinks we’re on the way right? We got time baby, I’ll make time.” He raises you up on your knees, two fingers parting your folds easily to play with the slick that gathered between them. The contact makes you heady, your hands lacing in his hair to steady yourself as he continues rubbing circles around your entrance. And then he kisses you, sloppy and desperate, tongue pushing into your mouth as he presses his fingers into your dripping hole. He’s scissoring them lazily, breathing heavy while his forehead rests against yours as you rock into the motion.

“Don’t even have to work hard to stretch you out, huh? How long have you been waiting for me, baby?”

“All, all day, Ichi, wanted you so bad,” you whine.

“I’m here now, be good for me, yeah?” He slips out his fingers, weeping tip positioned at your entrance in replacement. You take the initiative to sink down, a strangled moan leaving the both of you when he starts to stretch you out. It burns more than usual because you are less prepped, but it’s delicious, Ichigo’s thumb rolling against your clit softly to soothe you on your way down. 

“Easy, easy, baby,” he croons, “Don’t hurt yourself, ‘m not going anywhere.”

The praise makes you whimper, helps you push yourself till you’re finally flush with his hips. He finds your face again while he waits for you to adjust, kissing you softly while his hands find their way to the underside of your thighs.

“Ready to move?” He asks against your lips.

You nod as you rise up on shaky knees, leaving only the tip inside you before you slide back down his length again. He helps you set the pace, strong arms supporting you as you bounce in his lap. 

“Feel so fucking good, so good for me. Youre the best gift I’ve ever gotten, fuck.” The praises keep falling off his tongue, seeping into your skin and making you moan and pulse around him. He takes that as an opportunity to press on your clit again, circles getting more firm as you arch into his chest.

“Not gonna last long if you keep gripping me like that, baby, need ya to cum for me, kay? Be good and cum for me.”

“Wanna be good, wanna be good.” You’re slurring the words as your nails dig into his shoulders, shattering around him when he bites your earlobe playfully. He fucks you through it, catching sight of the creamy ring you’ve left on his cock when he looks at where your bodies are joined. Ichigo spills in you with a groan of your name, making you whimper as he fills you up. 

He falls on your shoulder as you both catch your breaths, kissing the junction between your shoulder and collarbone as he pulls out. You’re on cloud nine, head fuzzy as you come down, brought back to reality when you start to feel the cum trickle down. 

“I-Ichi—”

“Shhhhhhh,” Ichigo whispers against your temple, fingers finding their way back to your spent core. He smiles when you gasp when he slips himself back in, fingering his cum back in you with his arm holding you close to your waist.

“Gonna need you to keep all this in for me, okay? We have a party to get to.”

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sweet summer lovin'

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, 3.7k words, nsfw — minors do not interact! written for my sundress szn collab !

you watch him watch you. you watch him watch a drop of condensation roll off your cold glass, sliding between your cleavege erotically. it makes his mouth water, makes him thirsty, though he has a big glass of lemonade in his hands. “you’re so, so pretty and— can i— fuck, can i eat you out?”

> warnings: reader is a bit of a nudist, oral (f!receiving), semi-public sex, outercourse (pussyjob), cum swapping, unprotected sex, reader gets called “pretty girl”, ambiguous friends-but-not-really-lovers relationship, tits out for iwaizumi (literally) 

“you’re gonna burn if you stay out here too long!” hajime yells from above, voice filtering away on the breeze spottily. 

“i’ll be fine!” you shout back and wave him off.

the deck you were sunbathing on saw a fair bit of sun, but you made sure to slather on an ample amount of sunscreen beforehand. as the boat sways gently, rhythmically, slivers of sunlight from above cast dancing shadows onto your thighs. 

it’s the height of summer, the sky bluer than blue, and the clouds seemed to hang lower than usual. what started out as a casual conversation with your friend group on post-graduation plans quickly turned into full-on planning for a yacht trip—so here you are in your favourite sundress, finally seeing some sun after a few consecutive months of being cooped up in your room struggling to finish your thesis.

and as much as you wanted to soak in all the sun you’ve missed out on, hajime is right—it’s hot out today and you don’t want to burn, or worse: burn unevenly. 

mischief boils in your gut. the weather is perfect, all the boys are in their rooms playing mario kart, and the crew’s probably busy—what do you have to lose?

after a quick scan around the empty deck, ascertaining that it was just you, the sky, and the sea, you reach up to undo the straps of your sundress, shuddering when the loosened ribbons brush against your bare arms.

the breeze picks up at that moment, tickling your skin and ruffling the ruched bottom of your sundress. strangely enough, it felt good, almost like a person’s featherlike touch tracing along the underside of your thighs.

high off the sudden rush of adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you take another hasty look around the deck before you push the fitted bodice of your sundress down your chest.

breasts now bare and dress pooling at your waist, you stretch and indulge in your newfound freedom. this is where you’re meant to be—no more finals or job interviews to think about—just the company of the azure blue sky, the calm crashing of the waves against the yacht, and the gentle tickle of the sea breeze across your chest. 

you glance down at your bare chest where your nipples were starting to perk up. as if they had a mind of their own, your hands reach up to cup your assets, gently rolling the flesh about with your fingers, while indulging in the slight pleasure of your hardened nipples rubbing against your palm. 

still feeling self-indulgent, you let your hands smooth down your stomach over the insides of your thighs, then bring them up to cup your chest again to flick over your nipples. being on a yacht for two days while constantly surrounded by people meant you didn’t have time to indulge yourself the way you typically wanted to. and as much as you were tempted to reach between your legs and get the job done quickly, you also didn’t want to risk anyone walking in on you.

with that thought in mind, you leaned back and relaxed, promising yourself just five more minutes of enjoying the breeze on your bare chest before you suited up again. hopefully, the boys were still occupied with mario kart or whatever it was they were doing with the television in tooru’s room, and you could enjoy your quiet time for a bit more.

you let yourself sink into the plush sunbed, eyes closed, and relax your limbs while listening to the pull and push of the sea waves below. with the gentle rocking of the boat and the sun warming your skin, you almost find yourself drifting off to sleep, until…

“care for some lemonade?” 

…until he showed up. you open your eyes to find hajime standing over you, two glasses of lemonade with matching curly straws in each hand, and his eyes transfixed on your bare chest. a wave of embarrassment crashes over you, your ears heating up almost immediately, but you try not to let it show as you take a glass from your friend.

“thanks, haji. um, what are you doing out here?” you ask, one hand struggling to grip onto your slippery lemonade glass while the other pulled up the bodice of your dress haphazardly. 

at least he had the decency to look away this time as he takes the sunbed next to yours. 

“just wanted to check on you for a bit,” he mumbles into his drink, tips of his ears turning red. “to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall asleep and burn to a crisp.” 

“ha, i won’t, but thank you.” your face burns with embarrassment—at the fact that he saw you topless and said nothing of it, and that he cared to check in on you and bring you a drink. 

“what are the others doing?” you ask in an effort to redirect the conversation elsewhere.

“they’re making the most of the air-conditioner and the 50-inch flat screen tv.”

“ah, mario kart?”

“yeah.” hajime sighs in disdain. “what’s the point of going on a yacht if you don’t get some sun? i don’t get it.” 

“yeah, hiro definitely needs it. he looked as pale as a vampire this morning,” you hum in agreement. you take a sip of your drink—tangy, icy, and refreshing—and let your head loll to the side to look at hajime. 

he was shirtless, save for a pair of plain white boardshorts, and he looked utterly delectable. he always dressed simply—sticking to a colour palette that favoured his pretty eyes, and silhouettes that worked to bring out the best of his toned figure. but what truly made him handsome wasn’t his clothes, but his air of quiet confidence. it rolled off of him in thick layers, even when he was shy or embarrassed like he is now. 

your eyes trail over the thick of his neck, the flex of his fingers as he adjusted his grip on his lemonade glass—and you feel something warm pool in the pit of your stomach.

“quit starin’,” he mutters.

the corner of your lips quirk up into a smile. “why, hajime? shy?”

“no way,” he answers gruffly. he swirls his drink around the glass, ice clinking around the edges softly. his other hand fidgets with the vibrant orange strings of his shorts. “whatever. you can do whatever you want.” 

“whatever i want, huh?” your gaze trails from hajime to the sea, a bright and beautiful blue. “it’s summer. life only starts now, don’t you think? no more deadlines to chase, interviewers to please, assignments to rush.”

“and no more annoying group mates.”

“yeah, none of that. we’re free to do whatever we want.”

“whatever we want,” he echoes. “i like the sound of that.”

you smile. “i do, too.”

hajime remains deep in thought, sipping on his lemonade slowly, but you don’t miss the way his eyes trail hungrily over your body, stopping to stare at the plush of your thighs, slightly parted with the promise of a good time in between them. 

“you look very pretty today,” he starts, almost shyly. 

“just today?” you shoot back with a teasing lilt to your voice. 

he snorts at that. “everyday, actually. you look pretty everyday and—” his gaze sweeps over your chest, over the curve of your breasts peeking out from your loose sundress. 

you watch him watch you. you watch him watch a drop of condensation roll off your cold glass, sliding between your cleavege erotically. it makes his mouth water, makes him thirsty, though he has a big glass of lemonade in his hands. “you’re so, so pretty and— can i— fuck, can i eat you out?” 

you smirk. mission accomplished. you take a long sip of your lemonade, dragging out the moment and relishing in the way hajime’s pupils dilate with lust. 

you pull away from your straw with a soft pop. “sure, but only if you kiss me first.”

hajime was on you in less than a second, his own glass abandoned alongside yours. he kisses you hungrily, lustfully, and you could barely keep up with the glide of his lips and his hands that groped you everywhere. 

“i want you,” he growls between kisses, and means it with his entire body. “want you so bad.” 

his hands stray from your face to push your dress down, kneading your mounds greedily and plucking your nipples till they were swollen and sore. when he runs out of breath, hajime pulls back to take a proper look at your face—brow crinkled with pleasure and lips shiny with your spit and his. he decides he likes you like this: pliant and panting beneath him, hips bucking up into the knee he’s got pressed between your legs. for someone who had a lot to say about doing whatever you wanted, you seemed to be at a loss for what to do—hands curled up into fists by your sides and back arching off the sunbed.

oh well, he’s more than happy to guide you.

hajime redirects his attention to the lower half of your body, sitting back on his haunches as he pushes up the flowy skirt of your dress. the thin material slides over your thighs smoothly to pool at your waist. shy and feeling very exposed, you close your legs in a futile attempt to cover up, only for a warm pair of hands to grasp your knees patiently and open you up again.

“keep your legs open, babe,” he murmurs softly, marvelling at the milky, off-white cream staining the crotch of your panties. 

when hajime reaches a curious finger out to rub at the spot, he finds it sticky and warm and sopping wet, leaving a film of moisture on the pads of his fingers. breath shuddery and fingernails digging into your palms once more, you whine at the brief contact and reach a hand down to feel the wet spot for yourself.

fuck, you’re way more turned on than you thought—and the two of you haven’t done much more beyond kissing. 

hajime must’ve been thinking the same thing, for it took no time at all for him to get to work rubbing your hard clit over your thin underwear. you pull him up to kiss him again, fingernails pressing red crescent moons into his broad shoulders. 

“haji— oooh, fuck— d-didn’t you say you were going to eat me out?” you moan into his mouth.

you’re desperate for his touch, for him, your hips lifting off the sunbed of their own accord and grinding hard into his hand. unable to resist the waves of pure pleasure that rocked more and more violently in your belly, you grab your partner’s wrist and push his fingers harder against your clit, crying out at the shock of pure pleasure that zips up your spine. 

“yeah yeah, getting to it,” he huffs at your impatience, a tiny smile pulling at his lips. hajime likes how impatient you are—he likes your ironclad grip on his wrist as you rock your hips against his hand, likes the way your chest heaves with effort as you breathe deeply. 

a part of him still can’t believe he’s doing this with you now—besides thinking about the cost per pax and how much alcohol the boys wanted to bring aboard the yacht, he hasn’t had the time to think about the odds of fucking his long-time crush on said yacht, where anyone could walk by anytime and see. 

the thrill of getting caught only served to fuel the pure desire lining every single vein in his body—within seconds, your partner was dropping to his knees and tugging off your panties, discarding them somewhere behind him. 

“fuck, you’re dripping,” came hajime’s voice—a low, sensual growl that was muffled as he laps up your juices and swirls his tongue around your hole. 

you cry out in pleasure, winding one hand in hajime’s rough hair. he’s merciless and messy with his mouth—lips sealed around your clit, tongue flicking over the little bud, sucking and licking till you were writhing on your sunbed. it took everything you had in you to not scream his name when hajime adds two thick fingers to the mix, curling them up inside you and making contact with the sweet spot that had your toes curling and your legs shaking around his shoulders.

he breaks for air, lips and chin glistening with your release. “you— you like this?” he asks, eyes trained observantly on your reactions as you whine and cry his name softly. 

“mmmm, yeah, hajime— d-don’t stop.” without thinking, you loop your hands around his head and push him back down between your legs. your eagerness pleases your lover—between the slick sounds of his tongue working away at you, you hear him chuckle softly. 

the sound creates a steady sweep of pleasure that stirs hard in your abdomen. it travels up your chest and down your trembling thighs, building to a climax that hits you like a truck—hard, and without warning—you rock into your lover’s face once, twice, before falling limply back onto the sunbed. hajime opens his eyes to catch the golden sight of your stomach convulsing, lips parted in a silent cry as you come down from your climax, and feels his shorts tighten.

“fuck, you’re unreal,” he sighs, pleased, and crawls up the sunbed to cup your chin. “i’m going to kiss you. okay?”

your eyes fly open in surprise. “wait haji, you just— mmmph.”

you learn today that hajime kisses hard. his kisses are wet and warm, tasting of tangy lemonade and a unique saltiness you can’t quite put your finger on. he kisses you like he’s been starved of you. 

but even as his tongue traces over yours, even as his breath rushes into your lungs, you find yourself only able to concentrate on his thumb tracing the underside of your jaw tenderly. 

you pull back for air, dazed and kiss-drunk and already craving for more. “salty,” you note out loud, and watch as hajime’s lust-filled expression switches into one of confusion.

“salty?” he asks, tilting his head cutely. 

“yeah, salty. like… like the sea breeze.”

“you’ve never tasted yourself?”

heat rushes up your neck to your face at his honest question. you tear your gaze away from hajime’s curious brown ones, fidgeting with the fabric of your sundress. “…not really, though i’ve always been curious.” 

“huh, that’s cute.”

“sorry, what?”

“you’re cute. look at me.” hajime cups your chin to bring your eyes back on his. somehow, he looked as if he was searching for something in your expression. his brow furrows handsomely and he opens his mouth to speak, before thinking better of it and leaning in to kiss you again. 

you squirm under him when he parts your lips to suck on your tongue, and you sigh into his mouth while you relish the new, addictive, and salty taste.

“will you let me fuck you?” he whispers against your lips.

“will anyone see?” you ask, concerned.

“doubt so,” hajime murmurs back, pushing your hair away from your face. “idiots are in their room. the crew is probably on their lunch break on the other side of the ship.” his hand lingers on the side of your face, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek gently. you find yourself leaning into his warm, affectionate touch like a cat that’s been starved of attention. “but i promise i won’t force you into anything you don’t want.”

“no, i—” you take a deep breath. “—i want you, hajime. i want you to take me.”

you look up at him shyly, just in time to catch his eyes growing wide in delight. before you knew it, his lips were on yours again—this time, the kiss was laced with desperation, like he wanted to swallow you whole.

“wait, condom—“ he mumbles between kisses. “you have one?”

“no, i don’t.” you try to hide the disappointment in your voice. “wasn’t expecting to get fucked on this trip, to be honest.”

“oh.” a long pause. “...let’s not, then.”

“i’ll suck you off,” you offer, reaching down for the drawstring of his shorts. 

“oh, you don’t have to. i can take care of this in the bathroom.”

“or…” you reach past the loose waistband of his shorts to grip his cock, already red and raring to go. “you can just pull out.”

hajime flushes down to his chest. “y-you sure?”

“yeah, i trust you. and i trust that you have the self control to pull out.” you give his cock a good squeeze, licking your lips when you catch sight of a dark wet patch staining his briefs.

hajime jerks violently at that, a swift exhale rushing over your lips. “fuck, babe, i— okay, okay, i need you. now.”

he tugs his shorts and briefs down to his knees. you find yourself sitting up and spreading your legs instinctively the moment his full length comes into view, girthy and fat. your vision hones in on the swollen, leaking tip, and your mouth waters at the thought of popping it into your mouth and sucking until your partner cums down your throat.

hajime has other ideas, however, wrapping his hand over yours and smoothing your hands over the tip of his cock. you watch, mesmerised, as his stomach flexes and a strained groan leaves his lips. hajime throws his head back as he pumps your hands up and down his shaft, gasping softly when you squeeze him.

a sense of pride washes over you. this is iwaizumi hajime—top student, up-and-coming athletic trainer, one of the strongest men you know; inside and out. he can probably take on a bear in a fight and win. but to see him falling apart in your hands, hips bucking as you pump his cock and your name on his lips, ignited a fire in you like no other.

“fuuuuuuck,” hajime groans, “feels so fucking good, i’m gonna— gonna—” 

he sighs through his nose, tugging your hand off his cock. deft fingers part your folds and he pushes himself against you, the slide of his wet shaft creating a delicious friction against your clit that had your hips lifting off the sunbed, pushing back against him.

“i’ve wanted you all day,” hajime sighs, leaning down to nose along your cheek. you whine at the confession, turning your head to kiss him—he pecks your lips once, twice, before leaning down to suck at your neck. “wanted you since i saw you in this pretty little sundress at breakfast. you know i can see your panties when you lean over the railing, right?”

“n-not my fault my dress is too short.”

“i think it is, actually.” hajime licks your collarbone, then mouths along your jaw. “this flimsy little thing barely covers your ass. and you had the audacity to sunbathe here with your tits out, too—were you waiting for someone?”

he pulls back to stare you down, olive green eyes flashing with desire. 

“i was waiting for you, hajime,” you coo. “was waiting for you to come out here—” you reach down to press the tip of his cock into you, gasping at the intrusion, “—to fuck me till i forget my own name.”

his hips stutter into yours, and there was a slight pause as hajime stills, his chest heaving and the veins on his arms bulging. you indulge in the sight, revelling in how fucked out he looked: a sheen of sweat covering his chest and forehead, brow creased with pleasure. then something snaps in him and he moves, pushing his cock inside of you as deep as possible—you gasp at how full you feel, legs wrapping around your lover’s waist instinctively as he fucks you hard into the sunbed.

“you’re gonna be the fucking death of me, pretty girl.” hajime reaches a hand between your bodies to stroke your clit, fingertips grazing over the bud. “you, and this fucking sundress—i swear, i couldn’t get a single thing done all day.”

he parts your folds to slide two fingers up against your clit in a vee. you buck and whine, pleasure zipping through your body and numbing your toes—not just at his ministrations, but at the praise that warmed your face and your chest. if you knew sundresses had this effect on your long-time crush, you’d have worn them in every single class you took together. 

“‘m gonna cum.” you reach up and sling an arm around hajime’s neck, pulling him back down to kiss you. “gonna cum, fuck— so good, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—”

your climax blinds you momentarily, a toe-curling, mind-numbing burst of pleasure that rocks your entire body. you hear yourself crying out your lover’s name, mouthing at his adam’s apple and hands scrambling to find purchase on his thick shoulders. hajime presses soothing kisses to your hair, interspersed with whispers of quiet encouragement that had you shivering.

you clench around him—once, twice, and within seconds hajime was pulling out frantically, pumping his cock while gritting his teeth. you pull up your dress lazily, vision still blurry and legs till numb, and watch as hajime cums on your tummy in quick, short spurts. it pools in your belly button and trickles down the sides of your stomach, and you can’t help but swipe a curious finger through the milky puddle, popping it into your mouth. 

“salty,” you note, grinning.

hajime collapses into you, putting his full weight on you. “it is?” he mumbles sleepily.

“yeah, it’s salty.” you nod, serious, before your smile grows wider. “why, have you never tasted yourself, hajime?” you ask, tossing his words back at him. 

“...shush,” he grumbles back. olive eyes blink at you tiredly as he raises his head to look at you. “i’m sorry i ruined your dress,” he says, sincerity lacing every word.

“it’s fine, i can wash it.” you lean in to peck his lips, unable to help the surge of affection that surges over you. “which means i can wear it tomorrow at breakfast, and hopefully we can do this all over again.”

hajime laughs, a quiet chuckle that rumbles in his chest. you feel it more than you hear it, a strong vibration punctuated by the pounding of his heartbeat. “yeah, sure. like you said—we can do whatever we want. because it’s summertime,” he says.

you smile. “because it’s summertime.”

🏷 : @itachislut @thoreeo @rkivian @kurootosis @missmeinyourbones @bbyatsumu @jolynesstepmom @gochoss @izu-fi @oooohno @atsumeii @lexxleokadia @khinux @vharunabi

a/n: tits out for iwa 2022!!! 

a/n2: okay on a serious note, whew!!! here it is—this is officially the longest thing i’ve ever written lmao and i hope i did our favourite boy justice. this is also the first time i’m hosting a collab which is exciting and scary all at once because i feel like i have to set a good example and!!! overall i just hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it : ) please check out the many other sundress szn pieces written by other talented writers in the series masterlist below—i’ve read them all and they’re all crazy hot, promise. you can also join the collab if you’re interested! <3 

thank you for reading—if you enjoyed this piece, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment! ^o^ 

(series masterlist) (masterlist)

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #yuna after dark #SUNDRESS SZN COLLAB !

[mango-miya]

Power Interruption

Timeskip! Kenma Kozume x F!Reader

this is for @134340am 's sundress szn collab! i apologize if it's too short (;´∩`;)

collab masterlist is here if u wanna check it out :D

Kenma was bored. Very.

His streams are cancelled because the power went out and his switch is on low battery so he can't play.

He was thinking of ways to get rid of his boredom when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Looking at the stairs, he sees you. You were just so beautiful.

“Hey, love.. look!” you twirled around infront of him. “I found this sundress on my closet and i never remembered that i have 'em” you added.

“you look very pretty with it on, love” he said standing up and coming up to you.

kissing your cheek, he started asking. “but why did you wear that right now?”

chuckling, you answered him. “well, i'm bored too and my phone's not working so i thought i'd just dress up.. why, do you not like it?”

“oh i like it, very actually” kenma said. he hope you could see what you're doing to him, you're driving him mad with that little sundress of yours. the slit on the side, the tightness of the dress, the way it envelopes your chest really well... he's going insane with what you're wearing.

“oh really?” you teased. you know what's happening.

“want me to show you?” he asked, he's very excited.

“nah, i'd just change in a more comfortable shirt than this” you teased again, you like seeing him like this

“what do you mean? it literally looks perfect on you.” he loves this sight of you, so really, why are you gonna change?

“i don't know.. will my husband tell me how good i look in this?” you mused.

“oh love.. i'd tell you how you look good in every inch of this dress” he whispered.

maybe this power interruption was not very bad, maybe it just got very interesting, and maybe you won't be able to walk when the power goes back on.

#SUNDRESS SZN COLLAB ! #haikyuu fluff #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma kozume #haikyuu #hq fluff #hq kenma

[touyaz]

winter!!! hello <3 how r u today x)

yuna!!!!! hii hello you've caught me at such a wet dog moment bc I'm currently having cake for breakfast at 5pm, thinking of the naked gojou figurine 🤤🤤 but other than being a little pathetic I am feeling v good today ! how are you?? hope you have had a productive day w lots of yummy food to keep you going 🌿🥝🧃

#speaking of food — i am so sorry for being late to your sundress szn collab BUT ! i am putting my whole wussy into the little food scene in #your honour <3 the smut might be subpar but the meal will make up for it. hopefully. praying i can get it out this weekend:') #anyway thank you for checking in you are so sweet i adore you and hope great things come your way 😋💞🫰 #ask

[shdo-xplosion]

spaghetti straps - r. shidou ࿐

warnings: 2.4k; fem-bodied reader, coercion, reader wants to fuck more than she’d like to admit, shidou is a little annoying, shidou can lift and hold you (he stronk athlete), dirty talk, semi-public sex, a little plot, p in v, creampie

note: hi! (✿◠‿◠) my first shidou fic (finally) and my contribution to @saintshiba’s sundress szn collab! truly hope everybody enjoys my take on him cause i am so obsessed with him. banner manga cap colored by moi! plspls let me know what you think of my writing! feedback means a lot (≧◡≦)

You aren’t used to wearing things other than your typical track shorts and t-shirts, never one for fashion or dressing up, though you admire anyone who enjoys that kind of stuff.

But it’s summer, and it’s hot, and you’re at a beach house with some friends. Pulling a cotton shirt and shorts on and off over a wet bathing suit is simply not it, so for this weekend you’ve decided to pack sundresses instead of your usual attire.

It’s been 2 days and all the stares you’ve been getting from the guys are still weird, most of confusion and/or surprise, but there are a couple friends, specifically one infuriating, blond-haired insect of a man, who is very obvious in the way he looks at you, magenta eyes half-lidded, salacious smirk stretching across his lips. It’s maddening, made even worse by the fact that he already knows what you’re hiding under your little sundress.

“The yellow suits you,” Shidou purrs in your ear in the kitchen, and you feel one of his fingers wiggle underneath the thin shoulder strap of your bikini top. “Goes nice with the purple suit.”

“Too bad none of it’s for you,” you grumble, trying not to pay him much attention.

He isn’t so much your ex-boyfriend as much as your ex-mistake, a fuck buddy you had the misfortune of catching feelings for only for him to let you down gently. Or, as gently as someone like Shidou could manage.

I still wanna fuck you, though, he had told you thoughtlessly. It’s better than nothing for you, right?

You had immediately cut things off, both hurt and offended that he just assumed his dick would be enough to keep you around. That you were so desperate for him that you would just take what you could get.

No, you hadn’t quite reached that level of infatuation.

You’re still a little bitter about it, a little embarrassed, but you’re also irritated, especially since he insists on coming onto you even now.

“Who’s it for then, hm?” he asks, bending down enough for his breath to hit your neck. It gives you goosebumps. It also makes you squirm away from him.

“For me. ‘Cause it’s easy and breezy.”

“And beautiful… cover girl,” he quotes. You fight not to laugh. “But really, the dresses look good on you. You should let me take some pictures…” he wiggles his eyebrows. “More for my private collection.”

You make a face of disgust. “Ugh, you haven’t deleted those yet?” The thought of him having all kinds of lewd photos of you both disturbs and excites you. Does that mean he still uses them?

“Why would I delete such quality content?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you threaten, “if you post those anywhere, I’ll kill you.”

Shidou grins crookedly. “Kinky.”

With an exasperated huff, you walk away.

~*~

Even with crazy, windblown hair and covered in sweat, you can still sense Shidou watching you. It makes your already heated skin burn even hotter.

Currently you’re situated under an umbrella, just scrolling on your phone while all the guys play a game of beach volleyball. If it can even be called that. They should definitely stick to soccer.

You aren’t surprised when Shidou plops down next to you, dusting up some sand so that it powders your bare thighs.

“White today,” he comments, picking at the hem of your short dress.

All you offer is a noncommittal, “mm,” gritting your teeth at the feeling of his fingertips grazing your skin.

“Makes you look innocent,” he continues. “Which we both know is a lie.”

“Shidou, please drop it. Admire from afar if you have to, but—”

“Miss when you used to call me Ryu.” He nuzzles into your shoulder, inhaling deeply, and when you try to shrug him off, you feel his teeth against your skin. He doesn’t bite hard, but it’s enough to anchor him to you.

“Ryu!” you squeal, shoving his face away.

“Just like that,” he grins before mimicking you ‘Ryu’. “Used to scream my name like that when I’d fuck you real good.”

“God, you are insufferable!”

He’s also turning you on, much to your disappointment. Hand slowly slipping under your dress, a small nibble to your earlobe.

“I know all your spots, baby. Just give in. You know you want to.” He’s using that seductive voice that always makes your breath quicken and your eyes dilate. Everything is brighter even with your sunglasses.

“See, you’re already spreading your legs for me.”

He’s right. Your knees aren’t pressed together anymore, leaving a gap between your thighs.

“There are people around, Ryuusei,” you tell him sternly, a last ditch effort to spur his advances.

You aren’t the least bit surprised when his only counter is a petulant, “so?”

His hand slides up further until his fingers brush against your covered pussy, and you bite your lip, ashamed that you’ve let him get to you like this.

“Sand,” you whine. “Don’t want…”

He hums in consideration then turns onto his back, rolling and propelling himself straight to his feet in one fluid motion. Annoying.

“To the showers, then,” he says, pulling you up.

He ignores your mumbling as he leads you to the little shower, on the beach for the purpose of rinsing sand off of sticky bodies. A little blue curtain is all that will block you from view. You’re supposed to keep your bathing suits on after all.

The water pressure isn’t strong, but it is enough to get the sand off both of you. You swear out loud as you pull your bottoms off. The dress is staying on; there’s no way you’re getting entirely naked. Shidou, on the other hand, shamelessly pushes his trunks all the way off, letting them pool on the wooden plans right next to yours.

You gasp when he suddenly spins you around, finding the strings of your top and tugging them loose.

“Get this shit off.”

He yanks the material over your head, turning you to face him again, and groans when he looks down at your chest. With your white dress entirely soaked, your hard nipples show through the sheerness. Shidou immediately starts groping you, his head falling back like he’s already on the verge of cumming just from playing with your tits.

It feels good, his palms rubbing over your sensitive buds before he pinches each one. You’d rather skip the foreplay, though, eager to have something inside you while also nervous about being caught.

To move things along you reach between your legs, running your middle finger between your folds and hating yourself for how wet you are. Like you’d said the other day, water makes a terrible lube, but if you’re already ridiculously slick, it doesn’t really matter.

You slip two fingers into your hole and scissor them apart, well aware that it’d be unwise to take Shidou without any prep. His cock is too pretty, something to be proud of, and he is. It’s thick and long, fat mushroom shaped head perfect for dragging against your walls.

“Yeah, you want it now, don’t ya?” he teases.

“Don’t push your luck.” It’s meant to be a warning, but you’re too breathless for it to have any weight.

Shidou abandons your chest in order to guide your hand away from yourself, replacing it with his own and fucking you with his longer fingers. He hikes one of your legs up, holding it to his hip, and as he stretches you out, he ruts his pelvis forward.

“Okay, I’m good,” you tell him. “I’m good, I’m ready.”

“Oh? Baby girl all cock hungry now?”

“Ryuuu,” you whine, grinding down on his hand.

“Only ‘cause you’re making such pretty sounds for me.”

He grabs your other leg, hoisting you up with the strength gained from years of dedicated workouts. You shift in his grasp until you feel the tip of his cock rub against your cunt. The amount of times the two of you have fucked, you know each others bodies well, and it’s almost second nature for you to guide him into your hole without the use of your hands.

Your mouth hangs open as he slides inside, the muscles in Shidou’s arms straining as he lowers you on his cock. You’re relying on him entirely. He’ll be in control as he supports you, and you’ll be completely helpless.

He doesn’t ask if you’re ready, if you’ve braced yourself, just starts bouncing you up and down. His fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, definitely creating bruises, and you steady yourself by tangling fingers in his hair. He’s so fucking hot like this, water running down his toned frame, blonde strands plastered to his face.

The way that you’re gripping his hair pushes his face into your tits, and Shidou groans like a porn star, lapping up the droplets that cover your chest.

Short moans are forced out if you with every bounce. Hn, hn, hn until Shidou starts moving you more aggressively and your jaw drops. Ah, ah, ah.

“Missed this sweet pussy,” Shidou pants. “Take my dick so good. Think she missed me too.”

You’re not a huge fan of him personifying your literal vagina, but you’re too far gone to chastise him for it. In fact, you agree, nodding and huffing, “I do, I do…”

His thrusts are shallow because of the position, but he still feels so good as he bullies your soft, gummy walls. The way you’re wrapped around him has your hard clit rubbing against his pelvis, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock beginning to rub you raw in a delicious way. You always did like a little pain with your pleasure, and Shidou is amazing at delivering just that.

“Really should open this curtain. Let everyone see how gorgeous you look getting fucked like this.”

“Don’t you dare,” you gasp.

“You sure? You don’t wanna put on a show for the guys? I bet they’d all get jealous.”

“Ryu, please!”

He bites the top of one of your tits then relents, rolling his striking eyes. “Fine.” His thick eyelashes are dripping with water, so pretty. “But only if you cum for me.”

You wouldn’t be able to if he hadn’t been fucking you so perfectly, cockhead massaging your g-spot, clit now overstimulated.

“Think you can do that for me, sweetness?”

You nod. “Are… are you close too?”

“‘’m always close when I’m fucking you,” he tells you. “Just looking at you gets me hard.”

Vulgar but flattering.

“You want me inside? Stuff this pussy full of cum?”

“Nnng, pleeease.”

You shouldn’t let him, shouldn’t reward him after how much he’s annoyed you on this vacation. But you love the feeling of him dripping out of you, thick and warm, enough to spill down your thighs. If you weren’t on birth control, you would never. As it is…

“Alright, cum for me then,” he commands. “Wanna feel your cunt milk me.”

Heat spreads from your pussy to the place between your hips, pooling into your tummy and traveling to your toes.

“Oh god, Ryu,” you sob, “I’m… don’t stop…”

He spreads his legs, squatting slightly so that his thighs can support some of your weight as he quickly rocks back and forth, his fat cock pistoning in and out of your spasming hole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“m’gonna blow,” Shidou huffs. “Gonna fill you up… take my cum, baby, take all of it.”

It’s a subtle sensation, him spilling inside of you. You can’t feel every individual rope of cum, but you can feel your pussy getting fuller and fuller, stretching you even further. And then, you can feel it begin to leak out of you, coating Shidou’s cock as he pulls out until only his tip remains inside of you.

“Still as good as I remember,” he remarks, lifting you until he slips out of you before setting you back on wobbly legs.

He’s right, unfortunately. The best lay you’ve ever had.

“It was… nice,” you mumble regretfully. “Glad we’re already in a shower.”

“Convenient. Since you always get so messy,” he smirks.

“Because you make me messy.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

You rinse off the slimy fluid dripping down the insides of your legs, retrieve your bathing suit from the ground. The bottoms are easy enough to wiggle back into, but you have to ask Shidou for help with your top.

“You look so good without it, though, he says, but when you cast him a glare, he concedes. “Fine.”

As he ties it back around you, you can’t help but ask, “is it just the sundresses that did it for you? You like them that much?”

“I mean, I do like little dresses like this,” he confirms, trailing his hands down your ribs and pulling you back into him. “But anything you wear gets my dick hard. My jerseys, pajamas, your boring t-shirts n’ shit.”

“Boring but comfy.”

“And still sexy cause you’re the one wearing ‘em.”

Your stomach flutters in a familiar way, butterflies accompanied by dread. “Careful. You’re starting to sound awfully sweet, Ryu.”

You feel him shrug, his arms locked around you and his lips pressed to the skin behind your ear.

“What can I say? I missed you.”

You can’t even formulate a response to that, refusing to get your hopes up. The vacation will be over soon, and Shidou will go back to being a fuckboy. You’re not about to let him hurt you again.

So you shake your head and step out of his arms then bend down to grab his swim trunks off the ground.

“Put your pants back on,” you sigh, and, taking a page out of his book, you leave him with a casualness that you hope will mess with his head in the coming days. Just like this whole encounter is sure to mess with yours.

2023©️shidou-x. please do not plagiarize, edit, or share my work to any other platforms.

#shidou ryuusei x reader #shidou ryuusei smut #shidou x reader #shidou smut #bllk x reader #sundressszncollab

[semisgroupie]

SUNS OUT BUNS OUT!

shidou ryusei x fem. reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: public sex, lots of teasing from shidou, creampie, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, there’s a huge risk of getting caught, guest appearance at the end (I’m sure y’all can guess who), degradation, filthy dirty talk, mention of pet play (VERY BRIEF)

synopsis: your boyfriend can never control himself when you wear sundresses

a/n: this is for the lovely @saintshiba’s sundress szn collab!!! thank you for letting me join and check out all the other amazing pieces!!

Shidou loved this time of the year. It was warm out, there were more things to do that were fun but there was something that outweighed it all.

Seeing you in a pretty sundress he bought for you.

He felt like a rabid dog whenever he saw you in a sundress, it brought out this overwhelming desire that he couldn’t quell until he got his hands on you.

Today was one of the days where one of the sundresses he bought you would come in handy. He planned a picnic date in the park and since it was going to be warm, a thin sundress was just the perfect attire.

You could almost applaud your boyfriend’s efforts of remaining calm and not succumbing to the temptation for most of the date. You two were able to get through most of your food before his loving glances turned into hunger filled looks, his gentle grazes of his fingers turned into teasing touches. His fingers traveled under the hem of your dress and slowly lifted the skirt up but you quickly moved to swat his hand away.

“Oh come on, can’t I see what color panties my sexy girlfriend is wearing?” He batted his long eyelashes at you and went back to what he was doing. You swatted his hand away again and glared at him. “Ryu, we’re in the middle of the park where there’s people walking around. I’m not letting you lift my dress so you can look at my panties.” As if you summoned them on cue, an elderly couple walked past on the walkway near where you two were and glanced over at you two with soft smiles.

“But why not? I’ve been good this whole time so let me get what I want. I know you love the risk just as much as I do. Plus it’s not like I’m fucking you in the middle of the park, if we move a few feet back, we’ll practically be invisible to any passerby. Remember the dressing room a few weeks ago or the ferris wheel last week? We didn’t get caught then.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and bloomed between your legs as you thought about both past events. He wasn’t wrong, you two didn’t get caught surprisingly. But now there was just more of a risk. You didn’t want to get arrested for public indecency but now that he put the thought in your head, you couldn’t deny yourself.

It was as if he could see the gears turning in your head. He helped you to your feet and messily collected all the picnic gear and brought it to the area he was talking about. You followed quickly behind and sat down on the checkered blanket once he set it out again. “So what do you say? I promise we won’t get caught and I won’t be loud at all.” He waited for your response and once you nodded he took your hand in his and pulled you down to sit with him. “But Ryu, if we get caught I will kill you.” He chuckled at your warning and pulled you close to him, “I love when you give me those empty threats. But if you kill me then you’ll just find another guy in the future and you’ll just have boring sex, that’s not exhilarating at all.”

You rolled your eyes and climbed onto his lap, he wrapped an arm around your middle while his free hand traveled up your legs and his fingers grazed your covered slit. “You know, for someone who doesn’t want to get caught you’re fucking soaked.” He chuckled and pressed two of his fingers against your covered clit when you opened your mouth to reply to his comment. Instead of the words of a sentence, what left you was a gasp of his name. “Sorry baby I just want you even wetter for me.” He rubbed your clit over your panties a few times and chuckled when you bucked your hips. “Ryu, stop teasing me.” You whined and looked back at him with a pout, he always did this both in public and in the privacy of your shared home. He would always drag everything out as much as possible whenever it came to him fucking you. He always said that he couldn’t help it, he just loved seeing you get so desperate and needy for him.

His cock was throbbing in his shorts as he continued to toy with your pussy. His fingers moved up and down your cotton covered slit. Just teasing you as he pressed his fingertips against your hungry entrance, just feeling you gush and soak your panties more with your juices. After a few more motions he pulled your panties to the side and slipped just one finger inside you and your greedy walls practically sucked it inside. “Oh poor thing, your poor needy pussy was just calling for more attention. Oh don’t worry, I’ll fill her up with what she really needs.” He cooed in your ear as he slowly started pumping his finger. You whined and bucked your hips up into his hand, trying to get more friction from him. You leaned back against him and your pretty lips formed another pout. “Ryu, please give me your cock. I need it so badly. Please Ryu, please give it to me.”

You knew you sounded pathetic at this point but you could care less. The ache that was burning between your legs was just too much and you needed something to soothe it. “Shh shh, you’re whining so much. I told you I’m getting you ready for my cock but you’re just a needy little bitch in heat aren’t you? Just yapping and whining away until you get what you need. I should get you a pretty collar to wrap around your neck and a cute leash if you want to be my puppy.” He licked up the side of your neck and gently bit your earlobe before he pulled away from you and released his cock from the confines of his shorts.

It was throbbing and a thick bead of precum dribbled from the head and traveled down his cock. He dropped his head and spit on his cock then he quickly lifted you and helped you sink down on his cock. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress the guttural groan that was threatening to escape. “Shit, Ryu!” You gasped as you sank down completely and he clamped his hand over your mouth. You felt his breath on your ear as you started grinding against him, too impatient to wait any longer. “Didn’t you just complain about the risk of getting caught? And you’re here moaning and whimpering like a fucking pornstar. You’re making think that you want to get caught, that you want this entire park to watch me fuck this messy cunt. Is that what you want? You want the entire park to see me slut you out?”

You shook your head and your words were muffled by his hand. “Hm? What’s that? I can’t really hear you.” He teased and wrapped his free arm around you and started bouncing you on his cock. Any protests to his earlier statement were silenced and turned into cries and moans of pleasure. He groaned and grunted in your ear as your pussy clenched and coiled around his cock. “My dirty little slut, just fucking clenching my cock like you need it to survive. Is that it? Do you need my cock more than air baby?” You just gave a nod as you continued to bounce on his cock, letting your body take over and coherent thoughts. He sloppily kissed and licked along your neck and he kept his hand clamped over your mouth. The hand that was wrapped around your middle went up and groped your tits through your dress, he quickly found your perky nipples and pulled on them. You clenched around him tighter and brought one of your hands down to rub your clit, the action added to the tightening coil in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh my little slut is gonna cum, you’re just getting tighter around me fuck. Don’t worry baby, just let go for me and I’ll fill you up with cum. I’ll fill this needy cunt with cum right here in this park.” You started rubbing your clit faster and your legs started trembling as he started thrusting up into you. You threw your head back against his shoulder and let out a muffled cry against his hand as you came undone. He groaned as your pussy tightened around his cock and all it took was a few more thrusts before he started filling you with cum. He dropped his hand from your mouth and both of his hands gripped your hips to grind you against his cock and once his cock stopped twitching he lifted you off his cock.

He quickly moved to cover your pussy with your panties then pushed his cock back in his shorts. “Fuck baby, that was fun wasn’t it? Don’t you feel the adrenaline rush?” You leaned back against him and shook your head. “You’re gonna be the death of me you heathen. Now come on, let’s go back home.” He nodded and you both packed up everything and made your way back to the parking lot. Just as you two were just mere feet away from your car there was a familiar redhead.

“Mr. Child Prodigy! You’ve been ignoring my texts to hang out and now you’re here when we’re leaving. You’re making me think that you’re avoiding us.” And by the deadpan stare on Sae’s face you knew he was partially right.

“I’m not avoiding you both, Ryusei. I’m only avoiding you.” His teal eyes traveled from your boyfriend to you and they scanned your body. They traveled down your body and stopped at your legs, specifically your thighs that weren’t covered by your dress. “But maybe we should schedule something soon, looks like you two have plenty of fun.” Sae’s eyes went back up your body and met your boyfriend’s gaze. It was like the two shared a silent exchange of words and finally Ryusei spoke up. “Sounds good, you have my number. Now I need to take this one home, I hope to hear from you soon.”

With that, Ryusei led you back to the car while Sae continued on his run and you looked up to see a wide smirk on your boyfriend’s face. You furrowed your eyebrows and opened your mouth to question him but he beat you to the punch, “I packed some extra napkins in the glove box, I’ll clean you up before we get in the car.” You furrowed your eyebrows more and looked down, you didn’t have anything on your dress and you know you didn’t have anything on your face but as you looked lower you saw a trail of his cum make its way down your thighs.

Your eyes widened at the sight and all your boyfriend could do was laugh. “It’s okay, this little ‘accident’ will lead to something exhilarating, I just know it.”

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#sundressszncollab #bllk smut #blue lock smut #shidou smut #shidou ryusei smut #shidou ryuusei smut #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:exhibitionism #tw:public sex #tw:degradation

[stxrmylxve]

Can’t Keep My Eyes Off of You

A/N: not me literally forgetting about this i suck omg anyways this is for the sundress szn collab being held by @saintshiba ! 🫶

Synopsis: With you walking around all day in your pretty little sundress, it’s near impossible for Draken to fight the urge to bend you over.

WC:

PAIRING: Draken x fem!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving), minor cussing, uhhh i think that’s it? lmk if i missed any!

“Draken, baby! Look at my new dress!” you exclaim, running into the living room and standing proudly in front of his view to the tv.

He nearly choked on his drink as he took in the dress; they way it hugged your curves perfectly, sending a strong warmth right down to his member.

He awkwardly coughed to cover up his apparent mistake as he held up a thumbs up, “Looks great on ya’. Where did you get something like that without me?”

“Haha, very funny. I shop on my own sometimes you know.” you deadpan, giving a good little twirl with a giggle slipping past your lips.

“I know it’s probably a bit step up from what I usually wear. But.. do you like it?” you ask sheepishly, sitting down next to him on the couch as you anxiously bit the inside of your cheek.

He drew in a sharp breath as he took note of how the dress adorned your thighs, the plush going perfectly with the cotton material.

“I said you looked great, didn’t I?” he says with a teasing grin as his hand snaked up to your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. You whines impatiently as you took his hand into your own, catching him off guard as he glanced over at you.

“I want you to show me you like it, I don’t care about petty words!” you exclaim, hiding your face in his chest as his mouth became agape.

“..You want me to show you, huh?” he thinks aloud, laughing whenever you hesitantly shake your head.

“Well then, my pretty girl,” he says as he slides off of the couch and onto the chilly floor below, “how about I show you right now how much I love this dress on you?”

His flips the edge of your dress up, a glint of surprise passing through his eyes as he takes note of the lack of panties. He grinned as he saw the faint sheen of your juices already beginning to form, proving that you were just as eager as he was.

His finger flicked your bud, your back arching into the couch as you let out a strained whine. His eyes flicked up to your own as he snickered, his hand gripping your thigh roughly to throw them over his shoulders as he delved into your heat.

His tongue lapped at your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you that he wished he would have videoed to save for later. Your hands flew to his head as you gently tugged his hair, his groan sending impossibly more pleasure to your core.

“Since I’m not that mean, I won’t fuck ya’ now, we will just settle for this. Don’t want your dress getting messed up now, do we?” he coes as your teary eyes glance down at him, your breath catching in your throat as you notice the slick on his chin being lapped up by his tongue.

“Y’er so vulgar..” you say as you lean back into the couch with a sigh, squeaking as he blows on your clit in annoyance.

“Am not. I’m enjoying my meal, that’s all.” he replies, dragging a finger from your bud down to your quivering cunt, grinning as you whine impatiently from the slowness.

“Mmmm… should we fuck now? I wasn’t planning on right now since I have a meeting soon… but I don’t wanna’ leave all of this alone r’now.” he asks nonchalantly, glancing at the time as he gets up anyways and unbuckles his belt.

“Go to your meeting and we can after-“

You squeal as he yanks you to the other side of the couch, laying you down as he pumps him length a few times. His lips pursed at your response, rolling his eyes as he laughed.

“We both know that you need me to fuck ya’ right now. It’s not like your fingers will do tha’ same my dick will once I leave.” he says, smearing the pre around your hole before slipping the tip in, inhaling sharply from the snug fit.

“God.. so fuckin’ tight, gonna’ snap my dick in half, bub.” he laughs, hooking his arms below your legs to hoist them up over his shoulders again. While lifting you up, his full length accidentally shoves itself inside, your eyes going wide as tears picked the corners of your eyes.

“S’deep- ryu!” you blab out, your nails pressing crescents into his wrists as you battled to take his length. The calloused pad of his thumb comes up to rub small circles on your clit as he slowly thrusts into you, his tip kissing your cervix as you let out a small whine.

“Deep, huh? I mean,- oh my- you’re tight as hell.” he gasps as you clamp down on him, almost falling over the edge just from that.

Though you loved the praise, you didn’t fully hear it as you yourself tumbled over the edge, your mouth forming a small ‘o’ as your back arched off the couch. His grip tightened to a bruising level as he continued to fuck you through your high, staggering out for a few more seconds before painting your insides white.

Small pants echoed through the room as you eventually giggled to yourself, wiping a sheen of sweat off of your forehead.

“Someone might think we’re fucking with all of the moaning going on,” you say, listening to the faint rustling from the apartment next door.

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[veraghost]

sleepy in a sundress ❤️‍🔥

wrote this for @134340am​ ‘s Sundress szn collab! hope u enjoy! ps, this is my first time writing in awhile!

w/c: 2.7k

cw; nsfw scenes, penatrative sex, breeding, heat stroke, oral sex (f recieving), somnophilia, begging, softieshima, overstumulation (slight) if i missed any, please let me know

In the middle of summer, when your apartment is scorching hot, when your skin is sticky with sweat, you need to find some way to cool down. The solution being short dresses and little to no clothing. Although your A/C is blasting at every hour of the day, the heat always overpowers it, making almost everything inside hot - borderline uncomfortable. So when Tsukishima proposed the idea of going to the park, you quickly ran to your shared bedroom and found the beautiful sundress you had bought in secret just for this moment.

After hastily putting your sundress on - eager to get out of the house - you spend five minutes trying to get the zipper in the back up, struggling internally, but not asking your lovely boyfriend - you wouldn’t hear the end of it until he was asleep later that day. “Y/N? What’s taking you so long, I wanna go soon or else we’ll miss the ice cream truck!” Tsukishima yells from the entrance to your apartment. Admitting defeat, you walk out of your bedroom and turn around without a word.

“You seriously spent the last five minutes trying to get up the zipper?” He asks, and you can hear him making fun of you, he thinks he’s good at hiding his tone but you’ve been dating since the start of third year, you know him like the back of your hand. “Yes Kei, I did. Now are you going to help me or are you going to make us stay in this apartment for longer? We’ll miss the ice cream truck.” You snap back, not wanting to hear it from him today.

“Yeah, what do you think I’m trying to do?” You can hear some strain in his voice, almost like he's struggling with the zipper himself. “Fuckin’ finally,” he sighs out, and you feel the zipper go up your back, “as much as I love this dress on you, please don’t wear it out often - that zipper is a bitch.” He says, quickly slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the apartment, locks the door, and brings you outside. 

“So what’s our plan, Kei?” You ask curiously, he didn’t tell you much when he brought up going to the park, since you’re always working you haven’t experienced the fun side of summer since it started. When Kei forced you to take a couple days vacation to finally spend some time with you, you reluctantly agreed, missing his touch and everything else about him. Now that you’ve finally had a touch of life with him again - outside your shared apartment - you don’t know if you ever want to go back to work. 

“First things first, we gotta get to the ice cream truck, Yamaguchi won’t stop talking about how good the ice cream is there, then maybe we just walk around the park?” He suggests, and you couldn’t care less what you do, as long as you have some quality time with him at some point, you’d be happy with just sitting beside him as he reads his books. “Sounds perfect, baby.” You agree before taking your hand in his and starting your walk to the park a couple blocks away.

You forgot how beautiful New York City is, how even though the city tends to smell ratchet, that near Central Park life seemed to become more vibrant, the colours being bright and full of life, the people laughing and conversing with each other, simply enjoying their lives. You haven’t been able to feel this kind of freedom since you got your promotion, since the company you work for lost employees for various reasons, the workload becoming too much, stress eating away at your body. 

“Hey, love?” Kei asks you, waving a hand across your face, getting you out of your trance. “Don’t tell me you're thinking of going back home so you can do some work on your vacation.” He says sternly, almost like he wants to spend time with you? You know he does, but he never shows it this much, always doing small gestures and not outright saying it.

“No, no, just thinking about how nice this is, spending time with you and not having to worry about anything else but where the ice cream truck is hidden today.” You respond back, walking as to not waste time while you’re out. There’s a moment of silence, all you can hear is people conversing and the birds chirping as they come back from hunting for their families. It is peaceful, and for once you think maybe you could get used to this life, not working, just supporting Tsukishima as he plays volleyball, slowly making it to the big leagues. 

“I could support you if you ever decide to, I’d love to- oh! There’s the ice cream truck, c’mon!” He jumps, practically running to the truck. You laugh before chasing after him, knowing the only reason he’s running is so he can get a dinosaur popsicle like always. You remember when you came here for your first date in third year, how sad he looked when they said they were out, so much so you ran to a corner store, saying you needed to pick up some groceries, and how you made him wait outside so you could surprise him with the popsicle. 

“One dinosaur popsicle and… Love, what do you want?” He questions, before getting your order and waiting for the food to be served. When you get your order, he finds a secluded picnic table and sits, gesturing to the other side of the table. As you sit, he starts a conversation, simply wanting to enjoy your presence, listening to your voice making him calm, internally missing the dates you’d have, though he’d never admit it. 

Hours pass, and soon it’s midday, the sun beating down on you, and with only having breakfast and an ice cream cone, exhaustion slowly takes over your body. He catches this almost immediately and you go home, during the walk back, you’re apologising profusely for making your time out so short. He hushes you, saying that next time he’ll pack food for the two of you, and bringing an ample amount of water bottles to avoid dehydration. 

When you get back home, you quickly run to your bed, not even bothering to take off the sundress, knowing if you want to change back into it you'll have a hell of a time. Within minutes you passed out, as Tsukishima sits in the living room reading the book you got him for Valentine’s Day that he never got around to reading, turning on a fan in the house to make sure it’s cool enough for you to sleep comfortably.

When he walks into your room, seeing you in that damn sundress, long legs exposed and your tits looking amazing - thanks to how you’re sleeping, - your hair fallen perfectly and the light in your room making you look ethereal, he can’t help but remember when last time he was in you, hearing you, the red marks you’d always leave on his back while he makes you see heaven. He can’t help how quickly his pants tighten, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. You’re sleeping, not even trying to turn him on, but this fucking sundress made it difficult, all day he’s been thinking about undressing you, making you see stars, and now here you are.

Shifting your position slightly, spreading your legs, making sure you won’t feel any discomfort at all - even while you sleep. He slowly undressed himself, making sure his belt hitting the floor, the little jingle it makes doesn’t wake you. Bringing two fingers up to your slit, he realised that even asleep, you’re wet and ready for him, for all of him. Flipping your dress skirt up, and slowly pulling your underwear down he moves down so that he is face to face with your cunt, seeing how wet you are when the light catches your folds perfectly. He moves your legs a little further apart and takes an experimental lick up your cunt, seeing how your face scrunches up a little from his wet muscle, before going back to a calm, sleeping state. When your breathing returns to normal, he decides to do it again, and again. 

You paint a little in your sleep, moving your upper body a little - almost like you're trying to run from him? Noticing how even when you’re asleep you still get affected by his ministrations, and he wants to see more of it, more of how he affects you. Inserting a finger into your little hole, feeling how it tightens around his finger, imagining it being his cock. He adds another, seeing you wince, he slows down, not wanting you to wake up until you near your orgasm, letting you wake up to white hot pleasure. When you calm down, he adds a third, and feels you tighten a little, noticing how your hips unconsciously chase his fingers.

“Fuck it.” He decides, wanting to see your face explode with pleasure when you wake up - eyes open, mouth agape, tongue lolling out as you shudder in his arms. Increasing his pace, his tongue finds your clit, swirling sucking on it until he feels your breathing coming out faster and your pants bordering moans. He knows your close to cumming, knows your going to wake up at any moment, just so he can fuck you back to sleep. And when you do wake up, you better not be surprised, your sundress made every curve of your body soft, every movement you did, the dress complimented it. And now, when you sleep in it, while his face and fingers are buried deep in you, the dress pooling around his head as he slowly brings you to euphoria, his hard on presses harder into his jeans and he can’t help but rut into the bed, needing to feel some of the pressure leave his body.

Three more pumps of his fingers, his mouth sucking at your clit and you’re cumming around him, your hands fly up to his hair, tugging on it, your legs thrashing around before you go completely lax in his arms, a little sigh coming from you mouth, and he smirks as he laps up your essence, feeling it drip down his chin. Coming up from his spot between your legs, he admires your fucked-out face, a little smile gracing your lips when your eyes open to see your boyfriend,

“Good morning, love.” He welcomes you, before you notice his hard on, raging in his pants. Giving you a questioning look, he looks at his pants then backs you, simply shrugging it off. You start on his belt, working his pants and boxers off until his dick springs out and slaps his stomach. 

No matter how many times you have sex with Kei, how mnay times you’ve taken him, you always forget just how big he is, and how pretty his dick is. Opening your legs a little further, you make a silent offering, too sleepy to say anything, hoping he won’t tease you this time. Knowing him, he will, just a little. It’s been forever since you’ve fucked and you know he won’t be able to hold off for long when he has that look in his eyes. The look that can make you shrink and submit to anything he wants. 

“Beg for me, Y/N, beg for me to make you feel good again.” He tells you, unmoving when you look at him with exasperation. You can’t believe he’s making you do this when it’s been weeks, maybe even months since he was with you. But you’re just as desperate as he is, not having an ounce of patience in you.

“Please Kei, make me feel good, fuck me like I know you can.” You beg, and it seems good enough, because when he finally starts pushing into you, all the air from your body gets caught in your throat, cutting off all of the thoughts in your head. He lets you adjust to him, knowing you probably could’ve been prepped a little more, remembering just how tight you are. When you seem ok, he gives an experimental thrust, seeing your eyes roll back into your head. He chuckles slightly, and you don’t even hear it from how good he feels - quickly becoming a vessel for him to use.

“Remember to breathe, pretty baby.” He whispers before losing all self control and rutting into you, completely forgetting to go easy on you - not that you mind. Kei is usually gentle when it comes to you, scared that he’ll hurt his perfect girlfriend, but now when he’s desperate to make you cum over and over again until you shake from every thrust he gives you, he doesn’t care. He just wants to make you feel good, make you his perfect little fucktoy. He wants to make you forget about your job, become his pretty little trophy wife, a symbol of his success in volleyball. 

He gets lost in that thought, you at his games, watching in the stands in an extra jersey, cheering for him as you tell everyone that's your boyfriend. He gets lost in the thought of you being at home waiting to congratulate him on his wins, console him on his losses. He gets lost in you, in having a life with you, getting married, having kids. Having kids. Watching you waddle around with your tummy carrying his kids, a symbol of his love. 

“Kei baby, slow down, we have all day- fuck just like that” You plead, his pace going even faster - if possible. He’s animalistic, completely out of control of his movements, focused on getting you impregnated, making you his completely. Making you carry his children. 

“Can I make you pregnant? Please baby, wanna see you with my babies, my pretty girl carrying my pretty babies in her.” He begs you, literally begs you. Secretly, you’ve been wanting this for months, wanting to start a family, but being too scared to even bring up the idea, knowing Kei always seemed to be weary of the idea of children, thinking he isn’t fit for the job, thinking he wouldn’t be around enough to parent correctly. But now, when he knows you’re not going to leave, knowing that he was weary of it years ago, he’s ready, ready to make a family with you. 

“Yes you can, please I wanna start a family with you” You say quietly into his ear, and it’s game over. The knot in your stomach breaking, seeing heaven as you cum on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head the upteenth time that day. He doesn’t slow either, fucking you through your pleasure, making you cum again from overstimulation. He follows quickly after, angling your hips up so his seed goes to your womb, guaranteeing your pregnancy. 

He stays inside of you until you’ve calmed down, until his breathing is even, and slumps down next to you, pulling out of you and wrapping you up into an embrace. So much has happened and you can’t process it, but your heart is happy as you realise you might be entering a new chapter of your life - with Tsukishima. He sighs into your ear before pulling you closer, so that you’re face to face with him. You can see everything from here, the gold flecks in his eyes, the freckles that adorn his nose, everything. 

“I meant what I said, I want to start a family with you, I want you to be mine,” He says quietly, looking down so he doesn’t need to make eye contact with you, a light blush on his face, and he looks beautiful. He looks like he wants to say something more, and after a few more seconds of silence, of you completely listening to him, he continues. “Please let me take care of you, I have a spot in one of the D1 volleyball teams, I’d be able to take care of us and the kids. You get so stressed when they give you more work and I miss you, please let me be all you need.” He finishes, and you’re agreeing without a second thought.

Hopefully the ring hiding in his closet will come in good use soon, and the plane tickets to Paris.

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[skytooru]

SUNDRESS SZN COLLABORATION

Timeksip!Oikawa x fem!reader

Summary: you‘re married to they pro volleyball player Tooru Oikawa, living in Buenos Aires. You‘re invited to a summer party this evening being hosted by you husband‘s old bestfriend Hajime Iwiazumi who is visiting his friend during summer break of the volleyball season. You took the opportunity to wear your new, pretty little sundress, leading to a beautiful evening full of dancing…

A/N: this is my entry for the Sundress SZN Collab by @saintshiba . Please check out their blog and the other entries!! Ignore grammar mistakes and my Spanish i haven’t spoken Spanish in like 3 years pls thanks and last but not least MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It’s a nice, warm summer afternoon, as youre walking through the city by yourself, running some errands. The sun is shining bright but there’s a soft breeze cooling down the air a little bit. You’re walking over the market place, looking at all the fruits and vegetables being displayed in gehe little stalls. You walk over to one of them, approaching the elderly man standing behind his stall. It smells like citrus fruits and the freshly cut mango lying on a little cutting board for customers to try.

„Buen día!“, he greets you with a big smile on his face, „Cómo puedo ayudarte?“

„Hello! How can i help you?“

„Buen día, necesito unos naranjas y unos mangos“, you answer with he Spanish you’ve picked up over the years living in Argentina.

„Hello, i need some oranges and mangos.“

„Ah sí claro! Tengo uns oferta para ti, tres naranjas y dos mangos solo 300 pesos.“

„Yes of course! I have an offer for you,3 oranges and 2 mangos for only 300 pesos“

„ Vale, suena bien“, you agree with a smile on your face.

„ Alright, sounds good“

He puts the fruits into a paper bag while you pull out your purse to put 300 pesos on the table. The man hands you the bag and picks up the money, thanking you and wishing you a great day as you walk away, returning the wishes.

You continue your journey down the street, watching the people around you looking at all the goods, talking, laughing, just having a great time. Just as you decided its time to head home, an orange sundress catches your eye in the window of a small boutique. You enter the small shop, sighing on relief at the cool air inside. You’re happy that you’re finally able to catch a break from the heat outside.

You walk around the store, searching for he dress you just saw. As you’re walking around, a polite looking woman with long brown hair approaches you.

„ Estás buscando algo específico?“, she asks.

„Are you searching for something specific?“

„Sí, vi un vestido naranjo quando pasé pro la tienda“, you say, telling the woman what youre searching for. She smiles knowingly, telling you to wait right there and she walks over to a clothing rack with sundresses. You watch her searching for the right size and pulling out one of the orange dresses.

„Yes, i saw an orange dress as i walked past the store.“

She comes back to you, handing you the clothing item. You tell her you’re going to try it on and so you make your way over to where the changing rooms are, entering one of them. After putting down all your stuff. You take off the clothes your currently wearing and slip into the dress. It look stunning on you, the orange color complimenting your sunkissed skin, you turn around, getting a good look form all sides and you quite literally fell in love. The fabric feels so light and cool on your skin, its amazing.

You admire yourself in the mirror for a few more moments before taking it off and putting your own clothes back on. You make your way over to the checkout where you meet the same lady who helped you earlier.

„Todo bien?“

„Everything okay?“

„Sí, es un vestido muy bonito, me encanta el color y como se siente en el piel“, you answer, smilin at the woman.

„Yes, the dres is very pretty, i love the color and the way the fabric feels on the skin.“

She smiles back at you, agreeing with what you just said. You hand her the money after she told you the price and packed the dress into a small bag, giving it to you and wishing you a nice day. You wish her the same and exit the small boutique, finally making your way home.

You reach your shared apartment and unlock the door, walking inside and puttin down the groceries to take off your shoes. Toru comes walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet, water dripping down on his bare chest.

„ You got everything you needed?“ he asks, walking over to you to cup your face and plant a kiss on your forehead, a drop of water falling down on it.

You wipe your forehead with a smile on you face, „yes, its in the bags over there and i also found a really pretty sundress for later. It matches your orange button up shirt.“

Tooru listens to you telling him about your day, while carrying all the things you bought into the small kitchen and putting them where they belong. You take a seat on one of the barstools placed around the cooking island and watch your husband folding the paper bags and putting them into a small basket on the floor where all the other bags you use for shopping are. You see the muscles of his arms and shoulders move and admire his beautiful, soft features making his side profile almost perfect.

He really just looks like an angel. You still cannot believe a man like him calls himself your husband. Never in your life have you been happier than with him. Tooru Oikawa, the literal love your life.

Tooru only leaves your sundress lying on the counter and turns back to you.

„I like the color, im sure you look absolutely breathtaking in that“, he says, his words making you blush, „ but you should stop sitting around and start getting ready, we have to leave in around 30 minutes or we‘ll be late, my love.“

You agree with him, grab the piece of clothing lying n front of you and make your way over to the bathroom, while your husband goes to your shared bedroom to finish getting ready, too.

He’s standing in front of the mirror, buckling his belt as you enter the room, all freshened up, fresh deodorant and some perfume making you smell like flowers. Tooru turns around and his eyes widen the moment he sees you in that orange sundress. He looks at you for a good moment before opening his mouth and closing it a second later, not knowing what to say. He just admires you in awe and you can see his chocolate brown eyes sparkle with love.

You grin at him, and walk over to where hes standing, wrapping your arms around his neck and a planting a kiss on his lips.

„You look absolutely beautiful“, he whispers before kissing you once more.

„You too“, you whisper back to your husband.

He’s wearing the orange button up shirt you mentioned earlier with a pair of cream colored dress pants and brown shoes. His hair is a little messy, pulled into a loose side part like always and his cologn smells fresh with a hint of sea breeze. He looks almost angelic in the already slightly orange rays of sunlight seeping through the big window. You pull him tight, hugging him while nuzzling your face into the crooks his neck. Oikawa does the same, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, holding you in this position for a moment that feels like forever. A moment you wish for to never end but as quickly as it started, it ends, as Tooru pulls away, kissing you on the cheek.

„Amor, i would love to hold you like that for forever but we really need to leave now.“

He wraps his arms around you one more time, whispering a faint I love you before pulling away completely. A wave of disappointment rushes through your mind but you remind yourself that he‘s right. You grab a pair of open, white heels from the closet right next to you and quickly put them on before following your husband into the hallway, out of the apartment and out the house, to the car.

By the time you arrive at Iwaizumis house, he owns for vacation purpose only, everyone is already sitting in their designated place outside in the garden that belongs to the building. It’s a beautful setting. The grass looks green and there’s a lot of flowers an other colorful plants. Theres a big pool in the middle of the garden, with white tiles around it.

The two of you walk into the backyard, joining the other guests at the little sitting area. Hajime approaches you, a big smile on his face. He bumps fists with oikawa, greeting him, asking how hes been and they start talking. After a few minutes of catching up on each others lives, the black haired man turns to you.

„ Hey y/n, you look good. How are you doing?“

„ Thank you Iwa, you look nice too. I‘m good, thanks, what about you?“

„Yea its alright, I‘m glad its finally summer break. Has been a tough season.“

„ You got a lot of injuries this season, huh?“, Oikawa joins in on the conversation.

„Yea more than usual its insane, but whatever, Im glad nothing really bad happened so far“, Iwazumi says.

Youand your husband both nod n agreement and IWaizumi changes the topic, telling you to take a seat since the food hes been cooking is almost ready.

You take a seat next to your old friend Hanamaki, the other seijoh boys back from Highschool being present, too. The evening kind of scurries away, you had a delicious dinner and now everyone’s just talking, music is playing and youre watching he boys laugh and goof around, like they have always done it. Oikawa is silently sitting next to you, watching you from the side as you turn to him.

„What?“, you whisper.

„Nothing“, he smiles softly, his eyes glistening in the lights hanging above your heads, „youre just so beautiful.“

You blush at his comment. The music currently playing fades out and a new, very familiar song starts playing. A woman starts speaking in Spanish and you immeditely recognize it as kali Uchi‘s song la Luna enamorada. Your song. The song you danced to on your wedding.

La venganza es dulce, ¿sabes?

Muy dulce

Oikawa grabs your hand asking you to dance. He pulls you out of you seat and onto the grass. He wraps his arms around your waist and you put your arms around his neck, swaying to the slow music. You dance away and oikawa sings along.

La noche y tú

Vive la Luna enamorada

He hums along, slowly dancing with you and you feel happier than ever, dancing with your husband, the man you love, to your favourite song in a warm, beautiful summer night. Life really feels like a ream right now.

You lokeach other in the eyes, Tooru kissing you, as the song slowly fades away. Pulling out of your daydream. You follow him back to your seat, letting the evening fade away…

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[linpunny]

Before I start on Leviathan’s sundress szn collab let me get these Hantengu clones drafts out

I may or may not need to be forced to write

[134340am]

✷ IT'S SUNDRESS SZN! ✷ and we’re celebrating all kinds of sundresses — colourful sundresses with a sexy little slit up one leg, maxi sundresses that act as a big umbrella for when your fave ducks their head between your legs, and my personal favourite: sundresses that show the cute curve of your butt when you bend over. yes, this collab is all about sundresses — and it doesn't matter who's wearing them, as long as they're present in your piece! (☆▽☆)

✷ COLLAB RULES ✷ all genres (sfw / nsfw) and fandoms are welcome! minors are not allowed to participate in this collab, or interact with nsfw pieces. there is no word limit and character repeats are allowed. you are highly encouraged to write fics, though other content formats (e.g. headcanons) are also accepted. the recommended deadline for this collab is 23 September, when summer officially ends.

✷ TO ENTER... ✷ send me an ask with the character you wish to join with and i'll add your entry to the masterlist below. when you post your piece, please tag me in it and include the hashtag #SUNDRESS SZN COLLAB ! so i can track submissions.

looking forward to your entries! ☀

✷ MASTERLIST ✷

— ATTACK ON TITAN

@leyyvi + levi ackerman

— BLEACH

@thegetoufather + ichigo kurosaki — summertime sweetness (nsfw)

— DEMON SLAYER

@awalkingshame​ + giyuu tomioka ​

— HAIKYUU!!

@134340am + iwaizumi hajime — sweet summer lovin’ (nsfw)

@kurootosis​ + suna rintaro — test run (nsfw)

@mango-miya + kozume kenma — power interruption (nsfw)

@izu-fi + bokuto koutarou

@tobiodose​ + kageyama tobio

@yuutakittie​ + miya osamu — she looks just like a dream (sfw)

@lexxleokadia​ + tsukishima kei — sleepy in a sundress (nsfw)

— MY HERO ACADEMIA

@oikadiors​ + aizawa shota

— JUJUTSU KAISEN

@missmeinyourbones​ + gojo satoru — only bought this dress so you could take it off (nsfw)

@shinachiro​ + fushiguro toji

@hashiraromantica​ + nanami kento

@touyaz​ + fushiguro megumi 

#SUNDRESS SZN COLLAB ! #yuna writes #rbs are greatly appreciated! <3

[missmeinyourbones]

i think im gonna finish my gojo sundress szn collab piece :3 it should be up later

#im excited for you guys to read it #feeling Whorish #✩ - shut up L

[touyaz]

works in progress

> SOFT SEX DRABBLES

feel free to suggest more, but these are not a priority! i am working on them very (very, very) slowly!

bllk: shidou, kunigami

bnha: shouto, dabi, bakugou

hell’s paradise: shugen

jjk: choso, junpei, naoya, nanami

> BNHA

— where the evening splits in half / bakugou katsuki

synopsis in which a princess and her royal guard find solace within one another.

content royal guard! bakugou, princess! reader, hurt/comfort/angst, slowburn, mutual pining. for katsuhera’s saviour collab.

— untitled / touya todoroki | dabi

synopsis in which a villain becomes an unlikely hero.

content hurt/comfort/angst, slowburn, reader has a specified quirk. for pcwer + suyacho’s the nbhd collab.

— untitled / touya todoroki | dabi

content guardian angel reader, fem reader, yandere touya, dark content. for pcwer’s indulgentia collab

— untitled / takami keigo | hawks

content guardian angel keigo, yandere keigo, dark content. for pcwer’s indulgentia collab

> JJK

— made of chalk / fushiguro megumi

synopsis in which megumi finds out just how twisted a curse love is.

content hurt/no comfort, angst, childhood friend! reader, unrequited love. for suyacho’s broken hearts collab.

— six eyes blind / getou suguru, gojou satoru

synopsis in which getou takes more than you have to offer.

content fem! reader, canon-divergent, heavy dark content, consensual sex, noncon, dubcon, infidelity. for pcwer’s vices and virtues collab.

— untitled / fushiguro megumi

synopsis the aphrodisiac curse megumi's hit with lowers his inhibitions and... most of his ethics.

content pwp, fem! reader dubcon due to aphrodisiac curse, non-penetrative sex. for kemakoshume’s anything but sex collab.

— untitled / gojou satoru + zen’in naoya

synopsis you find yourself in an unlikely threesome with your husband and his greatest rival.

content pwp, fem! reader, established relationship with naoya, sex, threesome. for t-tomuras’ gang’s all here collab.

— untitled / fushiguro megumi

synopsis megumi takes an uncanny liking to your outfit today. unfortunately for you, his show of approval leaves much to be desired.

content pwp, fem! reader, established relationship, public sex. for 134340am’s sundress szn collab.

#wip #wips #nav #navi