#AHHHHH FALA I TRIED MY BEST

[austajunk]

Austaaaaaa my beloved!!! Guess who remembered to send this ask OwO. Now...if I could ever so request a messed up fanfic prompt with numbah five jealousy and a Yandere!Makoto, that would let my soul ascend to the depths of heathen heaven TwT<3

AHHHH A WILD FALAAAAAAA HAS BLESSED ME TODAY WITH INSPIRATION FOR LEWDS!

No worries, Fala! I know whatcha meant! <3 Anyways I’ve never written a Yandere Makoto before so I hope this ficlet works. 🥵

Yandere content, drugging, jealousy, and sexual manipulation beneath the cut!

“Haha… by the way… just so you know… I’ll kill anyone who touches you…”

Makoto should have been surprised at how bitter his tone had gotten. It almost scared him to say such things! But with each throb of his heart, he meant those words that he whispered into Nagito’s ears. He hummed gently, leaning over his lover’s chest and running his forefinger several times in the shape of a heart.

He could feel every twitch of Nagito’s body, every shudder, every breath. It utterly filled him with delight. How could Makoto bear to even consider Nagito giving these experiences to someone else? The pill between his other fingers slid to Nagito’s lips, pushing them through until he felt Nagito give some resistance to it.

“Mhmm,” Makoto blinked. “Come on… take your medicine, Nagito. I can’t rely on your luck to keep you hard forever… although knowing us together…”

“It… haha… hurts…” Nagito spoke. His voice was dry and barely there. Everything had been drained out of him. Makoto had made sure of that. His arms were cuffed above his head to the bed railing. His face was a glossy, sweaty mess of tears and drool. Being aroused for so long had clearly begun to tax away his body. But Makoto didn’t really care too much about that. They’d go at this until they were husks that melted together on the bed.

Makoto had busied himself with swirling his tongue around Nagito’s nipple, giving his jeweled piercing a few flicks to tease his companion. “It hurts…? But you always try so hard for everyone else…” He sighed and lowered his gaze at Nagito. A pout tugged at his boyish lips. “Don’t you want to be my stepping stone? Don’t you want to be everything to me?”

That pained gasp filled him with so much joy. Nagito was enduring everything for him! For him alone… Makoto never thought he could feel so hot from returning the obsession someone invested in him, but it felt so good. Too good. So… good…

His thighs were caked with Nagito’s love as proof. And yet, Makoto wanted more.

“We have so much of each other inside us…” Makoto smiled down at Nagito, savoring that sweet, hopeful smile that his lover managed to give him. “I could never share this with anyone else! No one else…”

Makoto’s form crushed Nagito’s own, pressing their chests together so compactly that Nagito thought he aimed to crush his heart. His swollen cock was placed at Makoto’s loose entrance as the smaller companion wiggled his ass to tease him. Their lips crashed against each other again with kiss after kiss, each one more feverish than the last. Makoto wanted to tear Nagito apart, to rip his lips open and see what surfaced beneath the skin along with his blood and his heartbeat. Desire pooled to his loins again. They didn’t need anyone or anything else! Not Hope! Not despair!

Both of his hands clasped Nagito’s as he thrust himself forward on his stiffened cock.

They only needed each other, dammit!

Makoto shivered. The tears broke from his eyes. Every time… Nagito was so big inside of him… or was his form simply just too small? Either way, Nagito filled him up until Makoto was trembling in sheer bliss. He wanted to cry. Being so close to Nagito made him so very happy.

Nagito was crying. The tears renewed in his eyes but he couldn’t stop moving his hips. Makoto knew he was addicted. Hours and hours of drugging his lover had made Nagito into a relentless animal, no longer coherent of the way he moved.

It wasn’t enough. “I’m going to take more, okay?” Makoto told him between his desperate gasps of air as they fucked. “You won’t even remember who you are… when you see me and me alone, you know….haha… you know you’re meant to fuck and nothing else!”

Their tongues entwined again. Makoto loved the dance, the brief resistance before Nagito allowed him to crash down upon him over and over again.

How utterly addicting.

Nagito’s cries mixed with the howls and grunts of the Luckster that was breeding him. His mind was completely delirious. Nagito was in a complete trance, now weakly moving his hips to meet every meaty thrust that slammed inside of him…

“More… fuck me… fuck me more…” Nagito begged in between the kisses. His heart was too engorged with fire to fear what Makoto had become. There were no thoughts. He had to fuck him. There was nothing else.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. All Nagito could do was know that he could never be human again after this. His body was being split apart and no other cock could ever fill him or hope to mate with him as he was now. Nagito’s throat was scorched from screaming his lungs out.

They were a mess. A mass of flesh writhing against each other madly, fucking again and again.

Makoto wondered if they would die like this. Nagito probably would, considering how many drugs he forced down his throat.

However…

Knowing their luck…