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Yandere!Kokichi x Nagito'sGirlfriend!Reader Part 2

Smut warning oki ⚠️  only veryyyy slight though

"Nihishishi! Sorry I had to do that, (Y/N)... I couldn't have you running away, back to Nagito, could I~?"

You couldn't see a thing - something obstructed your view, a piece of black and white checkered fabric. You tried to move your hands, only to find they were tightly bound together... And that voice, that laugh... that needle.

"Kokichi, this isn't funny! Let me go!"

"I can't do thaaat~! And that's not what you reeeeally want, is it? You don't want to leave, you want to stay here, with me~!"

He swiftly removed your blindfold, to reveal himself to you. His clothes were all bloody, but there weren't any wounds on him, or you; at least, none you could see or feel. You were sat in a wooden chair, your hands and ankles tied to it.

"Sorry if you're uncomfortable - believe me, that's the last thing I want. All I've ever wanted.. is you."

Your POV:

He lifted a knife covered in blood up to his face, and I realised it was the same that he'd used when we were under the bridge. I wasn't sure to if I should've been smiling at his sentimentality towards it or terrified that the knife was bloody.

"Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to mention - this blood? You can thank me for that, getting rid of Komaeda-kun."

Getting rid of him...? Had he really... I started crying, and I knew it was pathetic, but I couldn't help it. The one I'd loved, dead - at Kokichi's hands. My upset turned into a scowl, which was only returned with a look of mock upset.

"Awh~ (Y/N)-Chan! You don't need to give me that look. You should be thanking me! Or did you forget about Mikan...~?"

"M-Mikan?! What does she h-have to do with any of th-this?"

He put down the knife to take his phone from his pocket, being sure the knife was still within his reach and out of mine. I watched as he proceeded to scroll and tap away at his phone, encased in purple and a Polaroid - although I couldn't tell what the photo was - until he whipped the screen to face me. My upset and tears immediately dried up on seeing it, and all I could feel was pure, unadulterated anger. It was Mikan and Komaeda, and they were...

"Believe me now? You're much better off without him around. And don't worry, it's allll taken care of!"

Kokichi then pulled up a chair to face away from me and sat on it awkwardly to face me. His joyful expression was replaced with something far more sinister, but I couldn't hate him - but I very well could loathe Komaeda, even if he was dead. How could he hurt me like this? I mean, I know we hadn't spent a lot of time together lately, but I thought it was just him avoiding me because of some self conscious thing. But knowing he was kissing Mikan... no. I couldn't deal with this.

"Sorry it had to happen like this... but you see, I love you - and I'll do anything for the one I love, Crackerjack. Which is why I had to get rid of him. I knew that if you found out and broke up or something, there'd be the chance you'd forgive him for what he did. So... think of this as a favor~! Yes, a favor! If anyone hurts you whether they mean to or not, I swear I will slice their throat open and rip out their jugular vein, tie it around their neck until their face turns blue and burn their body in the school incinerator!"

He got a wild look in his eyes, as he launched into his spiel of murder methods, and how he would 'protect' me... it was a little romantic, cutting out the straight-up murdering. I locked eyes with Kokichi, which got him to stop ranting.

"K-Kokichi... How do I know you're not just lying? That you... *killed* Nagito?"

"If you reeeally need proof, more so than the blood on this knife~~... hang on a second! Don't go anywhere."

As if I could. Kokichi turned around to open up a huge black bag, then to the door of the room to lock it. I wasn't sure what he was up to, but he came over and untied me - he then knelt down to me, and tilted up my head to press his lips against mine. As if in an instant, all of my worry faded away, knowing that he loved me, really. Kokichi then lifted me up from the chair, and helped me to walk: I must've been stuck here for a while, as my legs could barely function. He walked me over to the table with the now-open black bag, to show a bloody sight. It was Nagito, blood seeping through his shirt and splattered from his torso to the ends of his cotton hair... It felt oddly poetic. Killing in the name of love, rather than despair or hope...

I turned to face Kokichi, who was just smiling evilly at his dead corpse... I found myself doing the same. Thinking how he could so coldly cheat on me and have the audacity to tell me he loved me... I was happy knowing he was dead. I swung around and kissed Kokichi, before he took control and pushed me against the brick walls. It hurt my head a little, and he was being so rough, but I couldn't stop. He was still bloody, so I attempted to wipe it off a little, but he just held up my now-bloody hand and cleaned the blood off with his tongue. His then moved his lips to my neck, gently biting it, making sure not to hurt me too much. In turn, I pulled his hair a little, to which he stopped kissing me entirely.

"Let's get one thing straight, Crackerjack... This isn't your turn."

He then jumped straight back into it, pulling my hair far harder than I'd done to him, enough to just about prick my eyes with tears. He tore off my blouse as if with animal passion, before playfully tugging at my skirt's waistband. He shoved his tongue down my throat, to which I wouldn't have objected to if I could - I thought he would remove my skirt, but turns out that was just a tease. His hands traversed up my body, until he placed them on my chest. It was a strange sensation, having a friend do this - having a killer do this... but he did it because he loved me, didn't he? So surely that's enough justification?

"You're hesitant- I understand. But isn't this so much better, you and me? I'm sure you never even got to kiss *that* idiot..."

He gestured towards Nagito, and it's true we'd only really gotten to handholding, but he was just.. sensitive that's all!

"And don't go blaming his self deprecation... did you forget the pictures I showed you? Him and Mikan: I'll be honest, I saw it from a mile away. But now, you belong to me - the only question is, are you going to be good? Because I would be more than happy to let you out of here, but you disobey me and... you'll get to meet Nagito again."