KNOW LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR, OKKOTSU YTA

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ KNOW LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR, OKKOTSU YŪTA

you really think you got lucky when it came to your sweet, new neighbour yuuta. little do you know, luck had nothing to do with it.

summary. fem reader. yandere neighbour yūta. pervert yūta. mutual masturbation. non-con vouyerism. he listens to you get off from his apartment. stalking. obsession. reader is a little oblivious. aged up characters. yandere themes. switching perspectives. reader is tipsy when they first meet. inspired by this & this. manipulation. wc, 5.3k.

note. hiiii back with more yandere yūta although this is in a different world than the usual series :) same weird boy though. thank you anon for planting the seed for this ❤︎

you wonder if there’s such a thing as a perfect neighbour. atleast to the best of your knowledge and understanding.

you think if there was some sort of textbook definiton, you’re new neighbour, okkotsu yuuta, might slide into that category. you were nervous at first, as anybody would be at the concept of your sweet elderly neighbours leaving and being replaced with a twenty-something year old, single male who’d be living in the apartment directly attached to yours.

you half expected some alpha jock, irritating you with the sound of protein shakers and blenders at 5am and parties that went till 3 with hoots and hollers, women like a revolving door and you, poor you— basically having a front row seat to hearing them moan down the complex.

but instead, there was yuuta. he was quieter than you expected, a lot quieter and you’re pretty sure you went a few weeks at first without ever actually seeing him.

for a second, you thought maybe he didn’t move in at all— maybe something fell through and now the apartment next door is now just lying vacant, waiting for someone to inhibit the space.

that’s what you believed, until the one night that you’d maybe had a little more to drink than you’d planned after one of your best friends got dumped by their boyfriend. you had to make them feel better somehow. nothing a few shots couldn’t fix.

one unsteady step up your apartment stairs lead to another stumbled one, and despite the haze in your mind, you still remember cursing yourself for having to live on the third floor. but it was around 2am at that point, you felt warm from the alcohol but it was a nice buzz— one that made you want to strip yourself of your clothes and replace it with blankets and ice cold water instead.

you tripped, again as you approached your apartment door— following the emphasised movement with a long sigh before you grabbed at your bag to rummage around for your keys begrungingly. pushing past crumbled up receipts and pieces of gum until you finally found them.

but because you were still tipsy, you allowed yourself a silent little celebration at the idea of finally being home— so close to comfort of your mattress and freedom from your uncomfortable boots. you swayed as you went to push your keys into the door, fumbled slightly as you tried to catch yourself but your little feel good moment seemed to make you a bit dizzier than you expected as you stumbled.

that’s when it happened. you didn’t fall like you expected to, you’d even braced yourself for impact to smack against the concrete beneath you. instead, you remember the press of something hard behind you— like it appeared out of nowhere, out of nothing.

“are you okay? let me help you.” the voice that sounded from behind you was a low drawl that made you jolt significantly, but there was a sweet tone to it that made you settle and rock on your feet before it urged you to send a slow blink over your shoulder. that was the first time you’d met your neighbour.

you hadn’t heard a single footstep or felt another presence around you at all, it was probably the haze of your mind that didn’t pick up on it… something like that.

“oh, i’m sorry—“ you began as you both shared a look,

“it’s okay. don’t apologise.” but he cut you off, sending you a kind-hearted smile that made your suddenly tense figure relax a bit as he leaned over you gently. you didn’t notice his hand was on yours until it was pressing into the lock of your apartment door to twist, followed by the click of the lock before you’re looking at him again.

there was something about his presence, something that made goosebumps burst across your flesh in a way that made you jump away from him slightly as you pull your key back. you turned to look at him, back against the door and you think he picked up on how much he seemed to have startled you.

“sorry, did that scare you? im okkotsu yuuta. it’s nice to meet you.” it’s was almost shy, the way yuuta pushed a hand through his hair, letting it fall slightly over the next sleepy blink he gave you before he smiled again.

“oh, it’s nice to meet you.” despite the way he’d caught you more than a little off guard, you still owed him one for saving you from falling flat on your face and waking up your poor neighbours. so you continued the conversation as your apartment door creaked open slightly, letting you stand in the doorway to hold yourself upright this time. “do you live here?”

“i’m your neighbour.” the way yuuta replied to the question was charming, chuckling slightly as he fidgeted with his sleeves and you allowed yourself to give him a quick up and down look before the words registered and your mouth dropped open. ofcourse the first time you met him, you were a total mess.

“i’m sorry. this is such a bad first impression, i’m not usually like this.” you sighed, exasperatedly as you hid behind your palms and the momentary obstruction of your vision disguised the next step your neighbour took, pushing himself closer to you until he was almost in your doorway. you didn’t notice.

“it’s okay. i don’t mind at all.” another smile, he was a little too happy for some guy comforting his new neighbour at 2am but his demeanour made you smile as you peeked out from between your fingers. you didn’t think about it too much, you were too busy thinking that yuuta was a little more handsome than you expected — you remember wondering why you’d never met before. he was broad despite his character and nervous hands, dark-haired, pale skin. there was something about his set features, his eyes, almost expressionless and blank “do you need me to help you inside?”

you hadn’t realised you were staring until he’d asked, smooshed against the wall to the right of your doorway and despite the way his question was innocent you’re sure, there was something about it that made you feel suddenly cold.

“ah, don’t worry. i’ll be okay, i wouldn’t want to bother you anymore than i already have, i—“

“it wouldn’t be a bother. i promise.” you were suddenly aware of the silence of the hour when yuuta replied to your words again, echoing quickly and almost convincingly as his haunting gaze stayed locked on yours. it made you shudder, almost sober up significantly — you wonder if he picked up on the way he made you nervous. maybe it was the way he was looking at you, you felt both hot and cold under his stare at the same time and you wonder if he could hear the beat of your heart in the 2am silence.

“oh— its fine, really, i should probably get to bed, thank you again for helping me.” your voice shook when you answered but you hadn’t realised. still, your neighbour had respected your reply before he gave you another kind smile.

“y-yeah, im sorry. i’m just glad i got to finally meet you.”

the light from the moon through your window behind you caught and glinted in his eyes, making them strange, crazed, the luminous killer eyes that sometimes glow unexpectedly from a friend's face in a photograph. a trick of the alcohol that was still in your system maybe, your door began to close slowly as something heavy settled in your gut, and somehow you couldn’t look away as it did,

“yeah… you too, okkotsu.”

your ‘friendship’ had sort of bloomed from there and yuuta had fell into the sort of neighbour role a lot better than you expected. suddenly, since that night, you were seeing him everywhere— it turns out he tends to leave for work around the same time you do in the morning. but he was still always polite enough to carry out your trash when you happened to be doing it at the same time, he’d even take in your mail whenever you weren’t home, delivering it to you the same day with that same kind-hearted smile that he always wore.

there was even sweeter days when he’d drop you off a coffee from the shop down the road because he’d noticed your apartment light was still on late the night before. or sometimes even drop off leftovers or pastries that he didn’t want to go to waste, it was always a funny coincidence that they happened to be some of your favourite foods and sweets. he’d even accompanied you for groceries one day, given you both happened to be going to the same place anyway.

maybe it was some funny stroke of luck that you landed such a good guy next door. you think you could have it a lot worse.

—

it’s 6am when yuuta wakes up, albeit he doesn’t sleep much, not with you just next door.

it’s a saturday, so he knows unless you’ve got plans you’ll stay home today. on weekdays it’s different, he can normally hear you leave around 7am, he’s mapped your routine out that way, he’ll meet you in the hallway as he leaves for a ‘mission’ — even if he’s not expected until late that night. he doesn’t care when he gets to be the first face you see to begin your day. you always let him walk you out of the complex and he wonders if he’s become a part of your routine now.

he hopes you think about him as much as he does you.

but because yuuta’s still got a few hours before you wake up, he lets himself lie in, he knows your bedroom is just on the other side of his wall and he wonders if you’re awake yet— wrapped in your blankets and those pretty, lacy pyjamas you wear sometimes. he remembers catching a glimpse of them one morning when he’d dropped you off breakfast, he hopes you didn’t see the way his eyes lingered on where the fabric brushed along your thighs.

a few more hours and he hears the first soft creak of your floorboards as you rummage around on your bed. he hadn’t noticed he’d fallen asleep again until his eyes peek open and he hears you yawn exaggeratingly on the other end of the wall. but the sound makes him feel warm as he pushes closer to the cold concrete between you both, like it’s keeping two lovers separated as he brushes his hair back.

“good morning,” yuuta’s voice sounds, it’s low and sleepy but it still carries that same smooth drawl it always took when he spoke to you. “did you sleep well?” the question hangs in the air, unknowing to you but he still finds himself smiling like he can hear your voice reply.

he sighs as he stretches, rubbing at his eyes for a moment before he’s back to listening, you must’ve found what you were looking for on the other side but he knows you’re awake. he wishes he could be with you, drawing shapes on your skin with his hands, kissing you awake— he’d gladly wake you up with his face between your thighs, kissing and suckling softly at your pussy through your panties until you’re waking up with a soft moan of his name.

“i had a dream about you.” yuuta’s next statement is more strained, a little breathless as he leans onto his side. he gives the blank surface of his bedroom wall a slow blink before one of his hands reach out to brush the cold surface, “i.. i wish i could show you what we did.” his voice wavers, and his other hand trails it’s way down his abdomen to press into the ever increasing weight in his boxers. the slight friction makes his hips twitch into his palm as he sucks on his lower lip, eyes fluttering closed as he squeezes at his cock with a strained whine.

he wishes you could see the effect you have on him.

but still, he knows it’s filthy.. a little perverted the way he gets himself off to you in the morning. it’s just so easy for him to do it when you feel so close, when he knows you’re sinking into your soft mattress on the other side and he can’t help but imagine you helping him with the favour as he desperately pumps his cock.

yuuta’s moans are stuttered and long and sometimes he wonders if you hear him, the quiet calls of your name with every languid twist of his wrist— he can almost imagine you knocking on his door to offer him a helping hand. you were just so perfect like that, that’s exactly why he fell so in love with you.

it’s exactly why he moved here.

but having you so close makes it easier for him to get up in the morning when he hears you take your first step onto the floorboards just a few minutes after he cums, it’s like you wait for him to finish. he should probably clean himself up before you both start your morning routine anyway.

the rest of yuuta’s day goes quite like his morning does. he can tell exactly where you are in your apartment depending on the sound of your footsteps. he’s mapped it out from his previous visits, peering over your shoulder to make his own little blueprint in his mind. that way he knows which room you’re in given the distance, your steps or the sounds that follow. like if you’re in the kitchen cooking, if he goes in his own does that count as cooking together?

it’s 4pm when he decides to visit you first. he’s showered now, albeit his hair is still slightly messy but it always seems to be easily managed into the same sort of relaxed style he always wore it in. he’s not heard you leave today so he knows you’re home, in the living room — maybe you’re watching some tv or texting your friends. he’s sure you’ll be happy to see him.

yuuta stops just short of the door to his apartment as he sorts through the mail he keeps piled up there. they’re not his ofcourse, they’re yours — ones that he was fairly certain you wouldn’t notice if they didn’t arrive, spam mail or loyalty reminders at the local supermarket.

he was sure he probably needed them a lot more than you did, what other excuse would he have to visit you if he didn’t? not that he really needed one, it was for love afterall.

yuuta picks a few out from the pile before his eyes trace along the print of your name, letting his thumb smooth over the letters a few moments after before he’s smiling to himself. it doesn’t take him long to get to your apartment as soon as he leaves his own, four steps and he’s already there. his knuckles are wrapped and he feels suddenly nervous when they come down to knock on your door.

he’s missed you today.

the sound of your footsteps are distant but adorable as yuuta listens, he finds himself fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as he takes half of a step closer and his palms feel suddenly clammy with anticipation as he hears you near the door.

“oh, hi, okkotsu! is everything okay?” the lamplight he notices behind you is warm and the apartment seems still and snug. when he’s normally at home in bed, in his private abyss of longing, the scenes he dreams of always begin like this: a drowsy weekend, the two of you alone, scenarios in which you’d brush against him as if by chance, or lean conveniently close, fingers holding his to take the mail for a longing moment; opportunities which he would seize, gently but manfully, as exordium to more violent pleasures.

the smile you’re wearing is cute and bright, so pretty, he thinks helplessly. he loves you, he loves the very sight of you; you’re dressed in something comfortable and yuuta’s sure if he reached out you’d feel warm to touch. maybe just as warm as he feels right now, with the way love heats him from the inside out.

“ah, yeah, sorry. i forgot to give these to you yesterday.” it’s so gentle, the way he hands you the mail and you take it just as prettily. your fingers are soft when they brush against his own and he notices that you don’t shy away from the touch. it’s natural the way you pull away and his eyes are still on you when you sort through the letters.

he wonders if you feel the sparks, was the chemistry between you both so obvious?

“do you have plans today?” yuuta asks as he looks at you — oblivious, sorting through the spam mail with a pout, scarcely two feet away. he could lose himself forever in that singular little face, in the pessimism of your beautiful mouth. no i dont, do you want to come in? we can keep eachother company, he imagines those phrases cast in your voice, and they’re always intolerably sweet; now, standing right beside you, it was unthinkable that he should suggest the idea himself.

“oh no, nothing important. i’m just lazing around.” your voice is a dream-like call that draws him closer, like a siren calling him out to sea and he can’t help but want to stay here, to talk to you, to wrap himself around you. he wishes you’d invite him in so he’d have an excuse to look at you a little longer, but he knows he’ll have you forever eventually and love as pure as this takes time.

yuuta knows he should give you your freedom so you can find your way to him independently, but it hurts when he wants nothing more to keep you under lock and key for only him, especially when he knows whats best for you already. you’re going to spend the rest of your lives together.

“did you sleep well?” his next question is lower, like his longing is showing but the tone urges your gaze to lift and touch his as he feels himself flush under it.

“eh, it was fine. it was a little cold though so i couldn’t really get comfortable.” yuuta doesn’t know if he’s imagining things but he feels like your answer is suggestive, urging him to answer a little too quickly, a little awkwardly,

“my apartments warm,”

“really? i’m so jealous, mines is so cold.” you laugh,

your eyes are back on the mail again and he feels warmer than ever right now. surely you know what he’s implying, you looked happy when he hinted towards the idea. he wonders if you’d willingly come into his apartment if he asked, maybe you’ve been waiting on the invitation like he has been.

so yuuta looks at you before he takes another step closer and he’s not sure if you notice or if you choose to ignore it, if you want it and that’s why you let him. he’s close enough now that he’s just short of your doorway and if he were to take another step his chest would brush up against you and he’d be in your apartment.

he thinks it would be easy, quick to pin you against the wall behind you and kick the door closed. to taste you, feel the beat of your heart sync with his own when his lips and body are on yours. he’s the only one who’s allowed to touch you like that, you must be lonely — holding out for him and his love, he can almost feel the heat radiating from your body as he swallows and goes to close the distance.

“uh, if you want to, we can—“ yuuta begins, tone wavering under his nerves but also his want, need for you. although unfortunately, his idea is cut off by the shrill ring of your phone from the living room as you almost jump out of your skin. he thinks it’s cute when you jump, it makes him want to reach out to soothe you — to kiss you and assure you that you’ll never be scared again… if you would only give your heart to him that is.

“shit, is that my phone? i’m so sorry, okkotsu. thank you for the mail. your hair looks nice today, by the way.” it’s too fast, the short little wave you give him before he’s taking a step back as the door closes and he feels something heavy settle in his chest when he’s left alone and flushed to the tips of his ears.

the compliment catches him off guard and he can still hear the faint sound of your voice as you pick up the phone, albeit barely with the way his heart beat sounds loudly in his ears. he wonders who you’re talking to, do you tell your friends about everything he does for you? are you going to tell them about the compliment you just gave him? did they encourage you to finally make your move on him?

“t-thank you.” he eventually replies but yuuta knows he can’t hover outside of your apartment talking to himself forever, he wouldn’t want you to think he was weird but he can’t help that he already misses you. he wants to feel you beneath him, around him, to cover you in kisses and spit and him. he wonders what it’ll take for him to finally have you with him— he has a feeling you’re closer than ever right now. did you compliment him because you wanted to confess?

he’s still reeling from your words but he lets himself sigh as he falls down onto the sofa in his living room and he can still hear your voice slightly if he listens close enough, letting his mind spin itself in circles about who it could be calling you. it wouldn’t be another guy, would it? he knows you wouldn’t do something like that to him but he can’t help but worry. sometimes he’s still not convinced you’re even real— he just wants to feel that you’re his already.

he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who might threaten to steal your love away from him before that.

by 9pm, he’s waiting. listening. sometimes he’ll be able to hear you singing while you make dinner, letting it lull him to sleep on the couch or sometimes he’ll make his own to consider it a shared sort of meal despite the way you’re both in separate apartments on seperate sofas. he hopes you can feel him there with you, like he always is.

but you’re not doing that tonight, you’re concerningly quiet despite the way yuuta knows you’re definitely home. he didn’t see or hear you leave afterall, maybe he should check on you? just to make sure you’re safe, just incase you need him.

he almost does, until he pushes himself up from his seat and by his first step he hears it, you. the sweet little whine that feels like it burns through him as he freezes where he stands. this is a first for you and your routine, are you really doing what he hopes you’re doing?

yuuta listens intently, his eyes are wide and his palms are clammy as he stands there but he has to be sure you weren’t just stretching, maybe you burned yourself on something but then he hears it again. it’s longer now, a soft moan that he follows through to his bedroom which means you’re in yours. are you thinking of him?

he follows the sounds like a bloodhound follows a scent before he’s crawling onto his mattress and straightening his back up slightly against the wall, letting his head fall back against the concrete as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his sweats.

another soft murmur from your lips and it’s louder now than ever, yuuta’s certain that your fingers are stuffed between your thighs. he wonders how many you can fit, what expression your face makes when it’s lost in pleasure, how snug and warm do your walls feel around your fingers? it’s instantaneous the way his cock throbs deep at the thought. he wishes he could see you up close, lower lip between your teeth, he finds himself listening to see if he can hear his name.

he sighs as he pushes down his sweats and boxers, allowing them to pool around his ankles as his cock springs free. he’s already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip and he wraps his hand around the base to squeeze— giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth.

yuuta’s shoulder blades dig into the wall behind him as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps. he wishes he could hear more, hear the lewd squelch your fingers make when they sink into your walls— he wishes your clit was between his teeth as he replaced your digits with his own.

“i wish i could f-feel you.” his skin feels sticky as he continues his ministrations, thumping his head back against the wall behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed.

its impossible not to think about you when you’re right there, fingering your pussy where he can hear you and he can’t help but think it’s for him. his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist and the moan that pours from his lips sounds perfectly with the next one of your own. although he decides to muffle the next with his hand over his mouth, he wouldn’t want to ruin such an intimate moment between you both. but still his heart jumps at the sound of you.

“baby, does it feel good?“ yuuta grumbles against his palm, babbles as he clenches his jaw and he finds himself thinking about the way you said his name earlier. the way it was accompanied by the compliment you’d given him and the way your tone was dreamy and honeyed, lips wrapping around that sweet “okkotsu.” like it’s just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan. would you call him by his given name if he asked? he’d let you call him whatever you want.

it’s sloppy, the way he pumps his cock as he remembers the way you felt against him that night he helped you unlock your apartment, the way you relaxed like you trusted him, like you loved him. “you.. nghh—you sound so pretty. i knew you would.” another moan from your sweet lips and he feels himself throb against the tight press of his palm as he pushes his other hand tighter against his mouth to muffle himself, squeezing at his cheeks.

yuuta’s thought about this a lot, he wishes he were above you right now as he twists his hand around his cock at the thought. he can still remember how soft your fingers felt against his earlier — imagining them now, replacing his own as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes. it’s accidental the way he lets a shakey, languid moan of your name fall from his lips, slipping through the gaps in his fingertips as his other hand grazes over the sensitive head of his cock.

but he wonders if you heard him when you follow it with your own louder one a few moments later, he can tell you’re close. your breathing is taking a more desperate, high pitched tone and he thinks he might pass out with how much he wants you.

the squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through yuuta’s dimly lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of you— how you’d look underneath him, how warm your mouth would probably feel around him as you babble out how does it feel, yuuta? from your pouty lips as you drool spit along the length of him. he wants to feel you, see you. you’re his afterall, is it so bad for him to want to feel all of you? all that he owns, all that belongs to him.

“are you gonna cum, baby? p-please, i want to hear you.” his technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips as he tries to keep up with the pace of your own soft sounds, but it only causes more hushed groans to fall from him in response as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips. he’s given up trying to be quiet now, he feels too hot for his skin, like he’s melting entirely with the fever of his want.

this was such a twisted act of love, but the thought of you on your bed with your thighs spread and fingers sinking between your puffy folds has him like putty. another stroke of his palm and he hears your bed squeak before your voice follows, your next moan long and low and he can tell you’re creaming around your pretty fingers with the way it comes out in quick gasps.

yuuta grunts at that as he lets his eyes flutter closed, losing himself in the image of you pumping his cock before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he chokes on another needy moan of your name. it’s a little louder than he would’ve anticipated it to be considering how hard and good he cums, but he doesn’t think he’s to blame for that.

the familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, flushing to his chest and digging his heels into the plush mattress beneath him to steady himself as he spills over his hand and abdomen. the thick ropes of cum drip down his fingers as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan before he’s resting his head back against the wall, burying his face into his one clean palm when he realises what he’s done. what you’ve both done, together.

it must be love, right?

yuuta almost jumps when he hears the floorboards creek a few seconds later, he hadn’t realised you’d stood up until he feels your bring yourself to what seems like the opposite side of the wall. suddenly, he’s holding his breath as he sits there— he wonders if you heard him moan your name as he finished, is your ear pressing up against the wall to check if he’s there? part of him wants to let you know he is.

he almost does, but before he can— he hears you sigh before you’re leaving the room again, leaving him without you as your footsteps in the distance are followed by the sound of the shower switching on. maybe he was right about it all being a show, why else would you be checking to see if he was listening? you must’ve wanted him to be, right? that’s what all of this was. was this a confession or a tease?

the realisation makes yuuta burn even hotter as he pushes himself up to stand again, rushing to clean himself up as his own twisted scenarios race through his post-orgasm hazed mind. he can barely wait to tell you that your plan worked, that he’s been waiting for you to accept him and his love.

he’ll wait till the water shuts off to pay you a visit, maybe you’ll still be twitching from your orgasm — he wonders if you’ll still be draped in your towel, dew and beads of water trailing down the topography of your body. he wants to follow the droplets with his eyes, then his tongue as he trails it along your skin— would you let him mark you as his? so that everyone knows who you belong to?

afterall, you sound a little lonely.. he thinks you’ll love that.

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