JJK Men reaction to you wearing a sundress!
contains: toji, satoru, suguru, kento, yuta, yuji, megumi, choso, naoya, hiromi
it's his favourite-second from you being stark naked, of course. he loves how the dress accentuates every single curve and falls just over your ass. it's the easy access that truly makes it perfect-the tied straps and the short skirt. whenever he's mad, you pull this number out and he instantly has you on his lap, hands under the dress, groping you. if you're outside, he'll rest his chin on his palm, a small tilt in his lips. when you ask him why he's staring, he says, "you're just hot, babe."
gojo LOVES this. he particularly likes the ones in bright colours and flower prints. he'll always find a shirt to match and a bouquet in similar colours, picking you up and spinning you as a greeting. he gawks whenever you go for a picnic, the dress sprawled around you while you lay your head on his lap. he'll brush his fingers through your hair, his glasses dropped on the peak of his nose so he can admire all of you. he keeps a picture of this moment in his wallet.
he was there when you bought it, helping you choose between the red or blue. anything you wear looks beautiful to him, but you notice his gaze traces your body more in a sundress. he'll often take you on walks on the beach to admire you in the sunset, getting ice cream after. he'll listen to you talk for hours, re-tying the straps on the dress without you knowing, so it doesn't fall. after the date, he'll pick you up princess style and toss you onto the bed, pulling out those knots off in one swift move that the dress puddles at your feet.
he loves it: it's practical, it's perfect for summer, airy and light, and it definitely makes his heart throb. he buys you three dresses, one mini, midi and long for different occasions. nanami's always worried the little ties on the straps are going to fall off so he has some fashion glue in his pocket, because god knows you're not going to carry it. he buys a dress shirt in each respective colour so you match. he loves your walks on the beach because you hold his arm tight and if feels like a never-ending holiday. he'll specifically book sunset dinners so he can watch golden hour fall on you, his large hand holding yours. when you drink a little too much wine, he's got you scooped up in his arms, bill paid for and listens to you drunk talk all the way home. "is that so, sweetheart? yes, we'll get cake on the way."
it's got him flustered as hell. he can't deal with the amount of skin it's showing and how thin the material is. it's your chosen outfit for most dates in the summer and he absolutely can't stare at you enough. you find him always gawking, his eyes trailing your outline and every single dip in your skin, "did you hear what i said?" you asked, tugging at his hand, "o-oh, yes? sorry, baby, could you say that again?". whenever you hug his arm to your chest, his mind runs wild. at night, he'll come up behind you, tugging the hems, "i've wanted this off the whole day."
he thinks it looks super cute on you. every spring, he'll accompany you to the mall so you can go through every store to find the perfect sundress. he enjoys watching you try everything on, sitting in all of the change rooms and critiquing every set with you, and also finds a pair of cute shoes to match. after a successful trip, he'll take you walking through the park and maybe the cinema after.
he came to your place early before a date, so you got ready while he sat on your couch, flicking through his phone. "ta da!" you came out in the sundress, twirling in front of the mirror. his cheeks began getting rosy, his hand clasped over his mouth. "it's cute, yeah?" you giggle, leaning in to kiss him. "yeah... real cute." megumi says. you twirl again but he catches you by the waist, pulling you into his lap, his breath hot on your neck. "it's pretty, babe, but... maybe a jacket on top?"
he's following you around the mall when you see a mannequin with the prettiest sundress you've ever seen. you squeal, rushing inside. choso waits patiently outside the change rooms. when you peak out the curtain, he comes inside, eyes wide. "darling, that's a bit... short, no?" he pouts, tugging the hem down. he's eyeing you up and down, mouth slightly parted. you frown, turning away to pull the zipper off. choso halts-he hates denying you. his hand rests gently on your hip, leaning on your shoulder. "it actually suits you beautifully, lets get it."
"what the fuck are you wearing, woman?" naoya says, his face fuming. did you really think he'd let you outside wearing that? he'd circle you, his fingers picking at how thin the material is. his hands start wandering, groping and grabbing at your body. he lands a fat smack on your ass, sure to leave a burn. "you're not going anywhere but the bedroom, slut."
he'd been looking forward to dinner with you all week. after a hard, long day at work, he'd rush over to your date spot, the sunset still on the horizon. he always made sure to be there earlier than you. he's checking the entrance every ten seconds until he sees you, in that tiny little dress, smiling and waving at him. his throat (and pants) tighten, his eyes gazing at your legs. you're not at the restaurant for long before he's got the dress hooked over your stomach and you sat on his face. "yeah, baby, don't hold back."
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