#request !

ty🫰💅💋

yes ofc!

warnings: f!reader, oral m!receiving, unprotected!p in v, little bit of manhandling, dom!max, name calling (in a sexy way)

you have a thing for watching him whilst he's working out. a real problem, actually.

its not just because his designated gym was literally the spare room in your apartment (god forbid he actually went anywhere else when this was so much more convenient for you) but something drew you to him as soon as you would hear that door shut.

you'd try to join in (maybe once or twice) but you both decided you were better at spectating. every shift of his body would make your core ache. the way his back would flex when he lifted, how his arms would bulge through his t shirt, how the sweat would run in little rivulets down his chest once the t shirt had come off.

but it would be his legs that really did you in. those fucking thighs. so big, so solid, the kind of strength you could feel just from looking. the way his shorts would ride up when he squatted, or when he bent over. or when he’d grunt low through his reps, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched, oh the sounds he made would have you picturing much dirtier things than lifting weights.

you’d try to act casual, watching from your mat on the floor, pretending to stretch. but your eyes would always land back on the same thing, and that was the beautiful piece of ass you called your boyfriend. and you better believe that he'd always catch you looking, and he’d always sport a cheeky smirk.

so when he would come back to the hotel room after a run, his face flushed and a towel flung around his neck, you couldn't help but feel your panties getting slick the second he walked through the door.

gonna shower, he’d mumble as he passed, peeling off his shirt, his breathing still a little jagged. but your hand would reach out and catch his wrist.

no, your voice would come out soft, mimicking his. c'mere.

he’d pause and really look at you. you'd give him puppy eyes, almost pleading, and his cock would twitch in his shorts, not being able to resist the hunger in your stare.

you’d step closer, pressing your hands to his bare chest. his skin would be warm, sticky under your touch with sweat. it would cling to your fingers when you’d trace down over his stomach, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip just thinking about how he’d taste.

i really need to shower, schatje, he’d murmur, but his voice was already slipping, like he couldn’t decide if he actually needed to shower or let you do whatever you were thinking about.

later, you'd say as you kiss his jaw, slow and open-mouthed. let me taste you first.

he’d let you drop to your knees, his head already thrown back. he’d stand there, his chest rising and falling, glancing at you as you pressed your face to his lower stomach, mouthing at his skin. his shorts would be soaked at the waistband, the scent of him hitting you full force; musky, raw, just plain fucking addictive. it would make your mouth water like a rabid animal.

you’d mouth over his cock through the fabric, licking at the damp spot forming at the head, humming low when you felt him twitch beneath your lips. he’d groan, one hand in your hair, pulling you back gently.

fuck, you're really into this, huh, he’d whisper. you thought about this before?

you’d nod, your hands motioning for him to pull his shorts down.

he'd let go of your hair and let you do it yourself and god, he’d already be rock hard, the whole thing an angry shade of red. precum glistened at the tip, and you have to lick that up first, just to hear him whine.

you’d kiss his tip, tease the slit with the tip of your tongue until he’d hiss and mutter, stop teasing me, evil girl.

his hand would grasp your hair yet again, pulling you down, guiding your open lips over him. pushing in inch by inch until your mouth was full and your throat was stretched and your nose was pressed against the trimmed hair at the base. you’d moan around him, the vibrations nearly making him lose it.

fuck, your mouth was fucking made for me—

you’d start moving your head, steadily bobbing up and down with one hand playing with his balls, the other gripping his thigh. his muscles would flex under your palm, trembling just slightly as you worked him deeper. he’d let you go at your pace, but he wouldn’t be able to stay gentle with you. not when you were looking up at him like that. your eyes glistening wet, cheeks hollowed, drool pooling at the corners of your lips.

once he couldn't take it anymore, he’d start thrusting, forcing you to take him at his pace now. your throat would burn, your jaw aching at the sheer size of him.

but oh my fucking god, it would be so worth it.

you take me so well, don’t you? filthy little thing.

you’d hum in response, maybe even gag around him, a few tears escaping. you'd certainly keep going, his words only fuelling you. your hands would claw at his thighs, needing something to hold as he used your mouth.

he’d cum with a broken sound, his hips losing their rhythm, his cock twitching deep in your throat. his cum would be hot and thick, spurting onto the back of your tongue, and you’d swallow it all, tears all but spilling down your cheeks as he held you there just a second longer.

then he’d drag you up into his arms.

his mouth would crash into yours, his kiss sloppy, tasting himself on your tongue. he’d kiss you like he couldn’t get close enough, like the mess didn’t matter, like the sweat and spit just made it better.

we're not done yet, he’d whisper into your mouth, need more.

he’d bend you over the edge of the couch, one hand pushing between your shoulder blades, the other guiding his cock back to your soaked pussy. there would be no hesitation as he slides in all at once, the spit you'd left around him acting like a lubricant (not that you needed it) and the stretch would make you cry out.

fuck, max—

yeah, that’s it, he’d groan, thrusting deep. you're going to take it like the needy slut that you are, begging for it as soon as i come home

his chest would press to your bare back, sticky and hot. every inch of him would slam into you with a slick, obscene sound. his hand would slide up to your throat, just resting there, holding you upright as he fucked you like he couldn’t control himself.

so fuckin' tight. god, gonna think about this every time i do a workout now

you wouldn’t be able to answer, but the way your pussy squeezed around him told him everything he needed to know.

he’d kiss your neck, his teeth dragging over your skin, his hips snapping forward again and again, pushing you further down into the cushions on the couch.

you’d cum fast, your pussy clenching around him, crying out his name (max, max, maxie!) and that’s what would send him over the edge for the second time.

he’d spill inside you with a deep groan, his body collapsing over your back, trembling slightly. you could still feel sweat dripping off him onto your skin, which would only give you an excuse to join him in the shower.

next time, he’d breathe, voice cracking, you’re letting me fuck you at the gym.

you definitely wouldn’t have any complaints about that.

so that kid from the bad home came over my house again , 

decapitated all my dolls .

Angry zombie asian👺

and little him.

TW/CW: Eyes under the cut! (1 gif, top middle)

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hiiii ! thank you got requesting @trilldies !

that trope ' s so wholesome i hope i did the request justice !

if you didn ' t like how i completed the request please inform me ! <3 ( shdjf , i ' m quite new at writing v3 characters )

and awhh , bb it means a lot to me that you like my work , i love yall so much istg -- also since we don ' t know much about kokichi ' s backstory , i ' m gonna go with the headcanon kokichi had abusive parents ! ,

p.s i don ' t really know kaito ' s backstory too well , as much as i love him i haven ' t read the shit outta the wiki on him yet 😀🤚so i ' m not gonna write for him just yet ! same thing with kiibo hshgj . my apologies !

- mod junko

shuichi saihara and kokichi ouma with an s/o who falls asleep on them.

shuichi saihara

❥ i don ' t really know how to start shuichi ' s but here i go .

❥ after a day of school , dealing with kokichi and homework , shuichi was exhausted - as soon as he arrived home he flopped on his bed and let out a frustrated sigh .

❥ nothing could bother him right now , the exhaustion of school making his brain fry , nothing could even dare disturb him - it ' s like he put his life on do not disturb mode , nothing could bother him except - the crippling fact that he had a crush on his bestfriend .

❥ the same bestfriend who he had 9 out of 10 classes with .

❥ the same bestfriend who was coming over to his house to do homework with him .

❥ fuck .

❥ shuichi groggily got up from his bed , you were gonna be here in like what ? five minutes ? HOW COULD HE HAVE FORGOTTEN -

❥ his house was pretty clean so he didn ' t need to worry about that .

❥ he trotted down to his kitchen from the second floor , shuichi got some takis out from the pantry , he also got out some pringles and merged the two in a bowl , shuichi set the bowl on his living room ' s table and , almost comically , he heard a knock on the door .

❥" hey sushi ! it ' s me n/n ! "

❥ and you were here.

❥ wait didn ' t you like oreos instead of takis - nevermind that now , shuichi nervously opened the door , " uh hey s/o . " he completely ignored that nickname LMAO .

❥ " hayooo ! " you exclaimed , the juvinile detective ' s face flushed . he opened the door an inch more so you could step inside .

❥ " uh hey , s/o . "

❥ you sat on his sofa , facing him . just the eyecontact between you two flustered him more than he already was BAHAHA . . .though what he didn ' t know was that you were also on the same boat .

❥ " so , about that civics assignment . "

❥ you began , breaking the layer of thick ice surrounding you two , your words snapped shuichi out of his trance . " i think we should do the presentation on powerpoint , what are your thougths ? " you asked , flustering the bastard more .

❥ he quickly nodded . " mkay .. so .. " you reached for your backpack , bringing it closer and opening it - taking out your laptop .

❥you moved yourself closer to shuichi so he could see your screen , due to the close proximity - both of your faces flushed with a pink color , his eyes darted to your wallpaper - it was a picture of the two of you .

❥ shuichi felt his heart melt , before he could comment you quickly opened powerpoint , and so your work began .

❥shuichi was too submerged in the work to have noticed the fact you were leaning on him - and you were asleep.

❥ goddamnit -

❥ as soon as he noticed , saihara panicked - almost springing up from the couch like a cat when they see an eggplant or whateva .

❥ cryhara tensed up , you were literally sleeping on him ! if his face wasn ' t as red as a coochie during bleed week it sure was now ( I APOLOGIZE HSKDJG )

❥ nervously , he tried to adjust himself so you wouldn ' t contort like a monster high doll . he was trembling , the loser virgin didn ' t want to wake you up but he didn ' t know what to do -

❥ once shuichi found a decent position - that being any position that doesn ' t break both you and his back , he closed down your computer - looking at your wallpaper one last time , a soft smile on his face .

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kokichi ouma

❥ kokichi ' s a little shit .

❥ he ' s always been a little shit , it ' s in his blood to be a little shit .

❥ so , since he ' s such a little shit - he usually goes through your window and if you lift the window your phone lives another day .

❥ but if you don ' t open the window kombucha spams you say you are my baka or someshit.

❥ obviously its always playfull little shitness ,kokichi usually asks you if you ' re busy that day - so he shows up kinda announced ?

❥ but nevermind that , now kokichi was here . and just chilling on your bed .

❥ " coconut why are you here now ? did you run out of people to annoy ? " you asked jokingly , though you geniuenly wanted to know if something had happened -

❥ you worried about kokichi a lot , being his childhood friend you knew him best . and well , to say the least - kombucha didn ' t really have the best homelife .

❥ " neeheehee , do i need an excuse to visit my bestieee ? " he dodged the question , you threw him a panta . " don ' t spill any on my bed . " you warned him , dropping the subject as you spinned on your chair , also opening a panta .

❥ kokichi hummed , the two of you stayed there in comforting silence , the lack of communication in the room didn ' t bother either of you .

❥ you decided to shift from your chair to your bed , one because you wanted to bother kombucha , two cuz your ass hurt and three because you wanted to watch dance moms .

❥ you made your way to your bed , shoving kombucha off and laying on your bed , using the three pillows behind you to support your head .

❥ " neehe - SHIT ! " he fell off the bed , making you snort . kokichi made a 'hmph' noise and grabbed your ankle - dragging you down which made you screech .

❥due to the impact and the convenient position you both were in - you fell ontop of kokichi - to be more technicall ; your arms caged the grape bitch and your chest fell right above his face 😀 , oh and you were literally sitting on his-

❥ " neeheehee , sheesh s/o at least buy me dinner first ! " kokichi exclaimed pretending to be annoyed , but it was clear to you - since his face told a different story than his words . " shut up . " you got up , your face hotter than celestia after the third trial .

❥ you sat back on your bed , kokichi ' s bitchass following you in pursuit . " hey s/ooooooo , wanna watch camp camp ? " kokichi got right in your face . " actually , yeah . " you beamed - shoving kokichi outta the way and reaching for the remote .

❥ you turned on your tv and opened youtube , and so -- you fucks watched campcamp for a small while .

❥ after an hour of watching the 2nd season , kokichi felt something heavy on his shoulder - he turned and saw you resting on his shoulder .

❥ he took a good look at your sleeping figure and returned his attention to the screen , not without wrapping an arm around you though .