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Y/n rolled over on her bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she laid on her stomach, phone in hand. She rubbed her ankles together and scrolled through some reels, unaware of the eyes on her.
Megumi was standing a few feet away in the darkness, leaning against a tree, watching. His phone buzzed in his pocket after he watched y/n type on her phone. He pulled it out and tapped the screen, seeing a message from her. He quickly opened it and started to type out a response.
Y/n
I'm so bored :(((
Megumi
And that's my problem because?
Y/n
Mean
Come over?
Megumi quickly typed out an 'ok' before pocketing his phone. He glanced up at y/n, who was smiling at her phone. It made his chest feel warm, but he felt something dark and possessive well up in his throat. She was smiling because of him.
See, Megumi had... a problem, and that problem had a name, y/n. Megumi and y/n had been friends for years- best friends, really, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that y/n made him act in ways that were not normal, to say the least. It was completely out of character for him, but he just couldn't stop.
All his life, he'd had trouble with his own emotions- expressing them, accepting them. He'd never had this problem before. Sure, he'd had a crush before, but nothing like this. Nothing so- so dark, so consuming. Megumi felt that his every thought was consumed by one thing, one woman. It was all so unfamiliar, and he wasn't so deluded as to think the way he was acting was normal.
No, he knew that if he admitted everything to a stranger that they would report him to the police and call him a freak, but he couldn't help it.
Y/n was the first person he'd ever felt this way for. All of his past crushes before he met y/n were normal, surface level. Granted, he'd only had two other crushes before they'd met, so it wasn't exactly a large pool to gather information from, but it was never the way it was with y/n.
With the others, he'd just had some warm and fuzzy feelings towards them, but it disappeared not long after. But, when he met y/n, that all changed. They'd met at the park when Megumi had been walking his dogs and y/n had been walking her cat, a fluffy ball of grey fur with white tipped ears.
At first, he'd thought it was weird, but those thoughts were quickly washed from his mind when he'd seen the girls face. She was beautiful, that was easy to admit, but there was something about her that made his mind draw a blank. His dogs had taken off and caused a collision between the two, like they knew what Megumi was thinking.
Y/n hadn't been some kind of angel about it, she had actually been really loud about the whole thing. She'd called him irresponsible, a meathead, and then cooed to his dogs about how much of a bad owner he was while her cat sat behind her, flicking its tail in annoyance.
Megumi was momentarily stunned by her harsh words, leaving him completely silent as she scratched his dog's heads and called them good boys. After regaining his composure, he mumbled out an apology, still unsure and feeling a little off.
After that day, Megumi couldn't stop thinking about her. A few days later, he went back to that same route, hoping to bump into her, but he didn't. It took almost two weeks of obsessive internet sleuthing and sometimes multiple walks in the park a day- that his dogs loved, for him to finally see her again. She was walking her cat again, the furry creature clad in a hot pink harness with a pin on it that said 'I bite'.
He tried to act natural as he approached her, once again apologizing for his dog's previous behaviour, but y/n had just grinned and said it was all water under the bridge seeing as he kept his dogs in check their second time meeting.
Megumi swore someone had stuck their hand in his chest and squeezed his heart in a vice grip. It was all so foreign to him, the obsessive behaviour, the all consuming thoughts, this- this need to be near her. She was a stranger, and all of this was new to him.
After a few more 'coincidental' meetings in the park, Megumi finally asked for her number. Y/n was happy oblige, and handed it right over. Megumi thought that maybe after getting to know her, that the odd feelings would subside, but they didn't. If anything, they got worse.
He started to linger in her neighbourhood, by her apartment. It was an itch that Megumi just had to scratch, he just couldn't stay away.
Of course, he acted normal around her, but inside- inside he was always thinking about her. About her hair, the way her skin smelled, her perfume, her eyes, her lips- everything. It was like his mind was consumed wholly by her.
Megumi pressed the buzzer, and a few seconds later he swung open the door and stepped inside, walking up to y/n's door and knocking once.
Y/n opened the door and smiled up at him in a way that had his heart pounding in his chest. She was wearing criminally tiny shorts and- oh, that was his hoodie he'd 'accidentally' left over. A wave of possessiveness washed over him, and his fingers twitched against his side as he resisted the urge to just grab and lock her away from anyone else.
Instead, he just put his hand in his pocket. "Gonna let me in?"
Y/n stepped aside and ushered him inside. "You got here fast,"
He stepped inside and toed off his shoes. "I was nearby,"
Y/n closed the door behind him and walked further inside, making her way to the couch. "I want to watch that new movie, you know, the one with the clowns?"
"You're scared of clowns," he said dryly, following her while trying to keep his eyes on her head.
"But you're here." She tossed a grin over her shoulder at him before sitting down.
Megumi swallowed thickly and sat down next to her, their thighs touching. She immediately made herself comfortable, pressing herself up against his side- the usual. Megumi equal parts loved, and hated watching movies with y/n. She always did this- the clinging. She was a very hands-on person, he'd learned. At first, he'd been glad, but then it had immediately turned to irritation when he realized that if she was like that with him, she was like that with others.
After that realization, he'd had the displeasure of seeing it with his own eyes. He'd engineered a situation near her favourite cafe where they'd bump into each other while she was out with another friend, and he was pissed. The friend was a man, and his name was Ino. She'd had her arm linked with his and was in the middle of telling him about something cute her cat did when Megumi had showed up.
The only thing that kept him sane was the way y/n's face lit up when she saw him. That was the first time in Megumi's life where he'd ever felt so... murderous. His mind had swirled with very dark thoughts, to the point where it'd kind of freaked him out at first. He'd never felt so unbelievably jealous in his entire life, and he struggled to keep a calm exterior.
After that day, Megumi had to admit to himself that he had a very unhealthy obsession with y/n, but he just didn't care. As long as he could see y/n- touch her, hold her, he could deal.
Well, that's what he thought originally, but as the months ticked by, he was realizing that he wanted more. Well, more than want, he needed it. He craved her like she was oxygen, like she was the only thing on earth that could keep him alive.
As the movie played, y/n got scared- like he thought she would, and clung to him. Megumi slowly slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"This reminds me of... my situation," y/n said as the screen showed the clown creeping around someone's house and peeping in the windows.
"Yeah?" he asked, heart leaping in his chest.
See, the thing was that Megumi really couldn't contain himself, no matter how hard he tried. He started leaving anonymous gifts and messages in her mailbox- with the key he'd copied, of course. That plus the watching from her windows thing really did make him some obsessed stalker.
Y/n had talked about her stalker to him before, of course, she didn't know it was him when she said anything about it, so Megumi just had to sit there and listen while nodding. It did hurt to hear her call it- call him creepy, but he also wasn't so delusional as to think what he was doing was normal.
"Yeah." She sighed. "I don't know- I mean, it is creepy, but I also don't get the vibe whoever it is wants to hurt me."
Megumi bit the inside of his cheek. "Why do you think that?" he decided on asking.
"I mean, I don't know? It's mostly just been gifts and the... feeling like i'm being watched." She frowned a little. "I mean, there was a few letters that were a little scary, it was full off... you know, jealousy stuff. I told you about that." She pressed closer.
"You did." He slowly began to rub her arm, biting the inside of his cheek so hard that a metallic taste flooded his tastebuds.
"Okay, they're all a bit scary," she admitted. "but he hasn't done anything to hurt me."
I would never hurt you, he thought.
"How do you know it's a man?" he asked, curious.
"Just by the way he writes," she said.
He nodded slowly before resting his cheek on top of her head. He knew how y/n would react if she found out it was him- she would freak, probably report him, block him on everything, and then Megumi would genuinely go insane. He wouldn't even blame her, but he knew that if he could never see her again, he would just die.
He couldn't live without her, that he knew.
"Can you... stay the night?" she asked, voice quieter, softer.
Megumi felt lightheaded. "Yeah, sure."
After the movie finished, y/n yawned and stood up, leaving Megumi feeling cold, an empty pit in his stomach. Y/n left for a minute before coming back with a pillow and one of her fluffy blankets. Megumi took them silently and got comfortable on the couch.
Y/n leaned down and ruffled his hair, making him grunt and swat at her hand playfully.
"Night." She smiled and walked to her room.
"Night," he mumbled, turning over to face the back of the couch.
He'd slept over before, so he wasn't a stranger to y/n's couch, but he felt an itch that needed to be scratched. It happened every time he slept over, and it wasn't easy to ignore.
And a few hours after y/n had long since fallen asleep, Megumi had to scratch it. He slowly peeled the blanket back and stood up from the couch, socked feet hitting the floor softly. He quietly made his way to y/n's door and slid inside the dark room. The curtains were blowing with a light breeze from the half open window, and the moonlight was casting a soft glow over y/n's sleeping form.
She was lying on her back, one arm thrown over the top of her head and the other resting across her stomach, which was half exposed due to the hoodie- his hoodie- riding up past her bellybutton. He shuffled closer, socked feet sliding across the floor silently. He stood next to the edge of her bed and stared down at her, clenching his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out and brush a piece of hair from her forehead.
He was already in her apartment- her bedroom, standing over her like some creep (he was) and just staring at her. While she was sleeping.
He leaned down at little to get a better look, biting the inside of his cheek again. Megumi finally gave in, extending his hand and running his knuckles ever so lightly over her cheek, letting a breath out through his nose, shoulders relaxing. She furrowed her brows slightly before turning her head to the side. Megumi's lips quirked up a tiny bit and he pulled his hand back, turning on his heel and leaving the room, heading back to the couch.
~
Y/n yawned as she walked into her kitchen, but halted when her eyes caught sight of a sticky note on her fridge. She walked over and plucked it from the appliance, reading it.
Had to go to work -Megumi
Y/n smiled and put the note down. She liked Megumi, as more than a friend, but she didn't want to be the first one to say anything. She was going through a lot with her stalker and work, so it was a bit of a tricky situation.
If you'd asked her almost two years ago when they'd met, she would never have guessed that she'd fall in love with the guy whose dogs had basically jumped her, but here she was, completely in love.
To y/n, love was scary, because she'd been burned in the past before. Failed relationships, awkward situationships, and terrible first dates were the norm for her, and she didn't want that to happen with Megumi.
Y/n went about her weekend as usual- watching tv, texting with her friends, feeling watched sometimes.
On Sunday, she was feeling extra paranoid after her stalker had left her favourite flowers in a vase in front of her door. So, she called Megumi over, and he was there within a few minutes.
They did their usual routine of ordering food and watching movies, but when it came time to go to bed, y/n hesitated in her doorway.
"What?" Megumi asked, looking over from the couch.
"Can you... sleep with me? In my bed?" she said nervously.
"Yeah." He stood up. "Okay."
Y/n turned and walked into her room, settling into bed while Megumi slid in next to her. He was radiating warmth, and y/n subtly shifted closer.
"Night," she said.
"Night," he mumbled, pulling the blanket up higher.
~
Megumi was going to go insane. Y/n had asked him to sleep in her bed, with her. He turned on his side and slid closer, slowly reaching out to touch her. She had long since fallen asleep, and Megumi really couldn't help himself. He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over it.
It backfired this time, though, because her eyes flew open, and suddenly they were staring at each other. Megumi froze, hand still on her cheek.
Megumi felt like he was pinned to his spot with just her eyes on him. Slowly, y/n's hand appeared from beneath the blanket, and she covered his hand with hers. Megumi thought she was going to peel his hand off like he was some bug, but she didn't. To Megumi's surprise and utter delight, she turned her head a little and kissed his palm.
Megumi swallowed harshly, embarrassed at how quick that motion had made his stomach drop.
Y/n took her hand off his and slid it around his waist, shuffling closer until their chests were touching and their breath was mingling. Megumi really couldn't hold himself back anymore, and he pressed their lips together, still trying to keep his desperation at least a little bit in check.
One of Megumi's hands slid across y/n's hip, snaking under the hem of her shirt. He thought the combined feeling of her warm skin under his palm and her soft lips against his was going to kill him. Finally being able to touch her skin- to kiss her, it was overwhelming.
Y/n's hands wormed their way under his hoodie, and she dragged her nails down his back, making him shiver lightly under her touch.
Megumi slowly broke away from her lips, y/n's soft pants reaching his ears as he stuffed his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. His eyes slipped shut as he kissed along the column on her neck, scraping his teeth against the soft skin there. He heard her breathing hitch as he sucked a dark mark on her. That familiar possessive feeling was welling up inside him, and he just really did not want to ignore it anymore.
"M-Megs," she said breathily.
"What?" He bit her neck lightly, mind just buzzing with the need to sink his teeth in further, to leave a permanent mark so everyone knew to stay away from her.
She was his.
"Are you doing this because you like me or-" her breathing hitched when his thumb skimmed the underside of her breast. "or because i'm here?"
Megumi paused, lifting his head from her neck to look at her. She looked nervous, unsure. He licked his lips and nudged their noses together.
"Because I like you," he murmured, hands gripping her sides and to pull her impossibly closer.
"Okay," she breathed, body relaxing under his touch. "okay, because I like you too."
"Good." He let slip out before pressing their lips together again.
Megumi nudged her with his knee, slowly maneuvering her onto her back. She followed his movements easily, causing some dark thoughts to surface in his mind.
What else would she let him do?
He licked her bottom lip, sliding his tongue into her mouth after her lips parted. Megumi slid his hands down her body, stopping at her thighs before sliding them back up, slipping his fingers under the hem of her shorts. Y/n pulled away and heaved in a breath, looking absolutely gorgeous.
Her face was flushed a pretty pink, hair splayed out behind her on the pillow. Her lips were slick with spit and slightly swollen. The hickeys on her neck were what really pushed him over the edge.
He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shaky breath. "Fuck,"
Megumi opened hie eyes again, pupils blown as he grabbed the hem of her shorts and pulled them down, tossing them off to the side.
"Wait." She grabbed his wrist when the pads of his fingers brushed the band of her underwear. He bit the inside of his cheek harshly and flicked his eyes up to her, fingers twitching. "Why am I the only one taking their clothes off?" She blushed harder.
"You want me naked, huh?" He quirked a brow at her.
Y/n nodded, completely unashamed as she let go of his wrist. He sat back on his knees and grabbed the hem of his hoodie, pulling it over his head before tossing it aside. He watched as y/n's eyes roamed his torso appreciatively, and felt a small swell of pride in his chest, embarrassingly enough.
God, feelings. They never got any easier.
Y/n tentatively reached a hand up, dragging it down his toned stomach until she reached the waistband of his sweats. She tugged on them once, looking at him through her lashes, and Megumi knew he was a goner. They both quickly shed the rest of their clothes, and Megumi settled back between her legs.
Y/n reached up and linked her fingers together behind his neck, pulling him back down to connect their lips. This kiss was far more needy, more messy.
Megumi trailed the tips of his fingers down her stomach, slowly inching them down to in between her legs. Y/n bit his bottom lip and gasped when he rubbed his fingers against her clit. She was already worked up, and it was obvious. It was easy for him to slip in two fingers, and he felt like he was slowly being driven mad.
He hissed in surprise when y/n's hand wrapped around him. He was leaking and painfully hard, even though she'd barely touched him. He stuffed his face in her neck and bit her shoulder as they both moved their hands.
Y/n was surprised at how vocal he was being, because in everyday life, he was pretty quiet. He didn't talk much, and when he did, his responses sometimes lacked enthusiasm. So, yeah, y/n was pleasantly surprised.
"God," y/n gasped out. "put it in, please."
"Are you sure?" He gritted out, using his other hand to pull her hand off of him before he embarrassingly came all over her.
"Yes, please," she begged so pretty, and Megumi's will was only so strong.
He pulled his fingers out, blood rushing in his ears as y/n whimpered. He shuffled closer and pushed in, eyes half lidded and forehead sweaty as he furrowed his brows. He was trying to stay calm, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
Y/n reached up quickly and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, yanking him down with surprising strength as she pressed their bodies together. She moaned into his ear and squeezed his hips with her thighs.
Y/n gasped and moaned when he pressed his hips against her a little harder, shoving her up the bed a bit. He tried to be gentle, he really did, but he couldn't. Every thrust was rough, hard, and melted y/n's brain.
Megumi was in a similar situation, he thought he was losing his mind with the way she kept moaning in his ear and scratching up his back. Truly, he tried to last as long as he could, but when y/n came with a moan of his name, he really wouldn't help it. He had only about five seconds to ask her what she wanted, but before he could even open his mouth, y/n was locking her legs around his hips and gasping in his ear.
"I-inside, please."
He dug his fingers into the meat of her hips and thrusted in one last time, pressing hard into her as she arched her back.
"Fuck, good fucking girl." He grunted, holding her in place.
Megumi kissed the side of y/n's head and massaged her hips as she slowly relaxed into the bed, limbs feeling like jelly. Megumi took care of her after, making her chest feel all warm and fuzzy.
when y/n was fast asleep, the sun was rising, and Megumi felt really good. Although she was wearing the marks he'd left on her, he knew that it wouldn't be enough, but he'd deal with the rest later.