Top/Bottom Relationship [Part 1] ||Nakamoto Yuta ||
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Genre: sum smut & biG angst energy
Pairing: Fuckboy! nakamoto yuta x CEO! female reader (feat. Johnny)
Warnings: mentions of substance abuse, casual sex, degradation, s/d elements, friends with benefits, if you don’t already know and believe that Nakamoto Yuta is TOP energy... Leave my page this insTAnt.
>>>Inspired by the legendary top! yuta himself and his famous retaliation quote from NCT LIFE in OSAKA.
(A/n): also I did not expect it to be this looong...so enjoy. Promise you there will be more SMUT in Part 2;)
“Fuck!” Yuta enters you and right away your body arches to adjust to his length. Yuta takes your earlobe between his teeth and swipes his wet tongue over the skin of it.
From the last hour you’ve been edged and denied of a climax over and over again that at penetration you were already tearing up. “Yuta!-wait! Oh my go-”
He thrusts into you with a vice and from the look in his eyes you could tell that he was enjoying how he was messing you up. Your hair was matted into your skin from the sweat, your eyes brimming with tears and your mouth drooling from deep throating his length.
“Stop whining. You were the one begging for it.” His stupid smirk spreads across his face and you can’t even muster thoughts because your climax began rippling through the pit of your core. "Look at my personal little whore... already cumming from me being inside her."
This was Nakamoto Yuta.
The infamous,yet extremely delicious fuck boy from your company.
When this type of relationship started out, the first few times was from the desire of your body. But slowly you knew that this was a one way route.
You were catching feelings.
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“Ms.(y/n), Mr. Nakomoto would like to discuss a few issues regarding the project you assigned to his team.” Behind your secretary you see a familiar Japanese man standing behind her. Wearing an expressionless face.
As soon as your secretary leaves to give the two of you privacy, you professionally ask for the matter at hand. Yuta takes a seat and places down his tablet on the coffee table.
“Hello, Miss (y/n).” Like a predator he eyes you up and down.
Despite you being the CEO of your company and an independent woman with no need to have a man support her... Yuta had this unfailing talent of making you feel small and worthless in his presence. Granted, you loved that about him.
“What-what’s the issue, Mr. Nakamoto?” You both agreed that at work things should be professional. (emphasis on should)
“I’m frustrated, Miss (y/n).” He leans back biting his lip before darting his eyes towards your pencil skirt.
“About?”
“Us.”
Your eyes widen. “Us? What about us?”
You thought that maybe this was going to be his confession to you. That you wont have to wake up to an empty, cold bed every Saturday morning. That this friends with benefits relationship wasn’t working out for him just as much as it was becoming a problem for you.
He puts his head down before meeting your eyes. Lust filled in his dark pupils. In this case, your heart drops.
You know what he wants.
“How far you were taking it today by teasing me in the manager meeting.” His tongue flicks over his lips. “Bending over in front of me like that, like I wasn’t going to see that skirt hugging your ass so tight.”
You choke down the disappointment and use his horniness as an outlet for your frustrations with him.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
He unbuttons his shirt with one hand while the other reaches for his belt. “I’m not gonna do jack shit. Lock the door, slut.”
You wanted to throw your notepad in his face and tell him to stop playing these games. But you lock the door like the good girl he wanted you to be for him.
Since this was a top/bottom relationship.
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After the dinner with the company you were absolutely exhausted. At your apartment, your shoes are sprawled by the door and you find the nearest comfy spot. Which in your case was the plush love seat in your spacious living room.
“Ah this feel amazing...” You sigh to yourself before taking off your blazer. You haven’t had much time to yourself since the upcoming project was hurdling to an end and all of the last minute preparations always took the most of your energy out of you.
To think about it, you haven’t even seen Yuta in the past two days. your mind suddenly started wandering to what he could possibly be doing on a Friday night since he was usually here undressing or starting round two with you.
Just as he crosses your mind you receive a text.
Nakamoto Yuta : You home? (11:31pm)
You think about his face. The way his smile curved and exposed his beautiful teeth. For a moment, you smile and stare at the text. Hoping that he’d want to just come over for a movie or for drinks.
But it’s thot hours. 12 am.
Yuta is horny and you didn’t want him to find a reason to leave you. Even if it just meant that his body was yours just for a few hours.
So you do what you know best.
Reply: Yeah, Door’s unlocked ;) (read 11:33pm)
You hated falling into this viscous cycle.
Nakamoto Yuta: Good girl. (11:34pm)
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When you hear the door open, you’ve freshened up. Making sure your body was clean and scented since you prided yourself in being absolutely perfect for him.
Your night started as soon as you heard him lock the door.
You got dressed in your usual lingerie. All black. Just like he likes it.
All the lights leading to your bedroom are dim to set the mood. A shadow enters the room and behold the man of the hour.
Nakamoto Yuta.
He grins at you and scans your outfit. Ears turning a little pink from his reaction to what was in front of him. However, when he pulls you in for a kiss you could smell the reminisce of alcohol tainting his breath. Now that you were close enough to see through the kiss you could see that he was red.
You break away from him and taste soju. “You’re drunk.”
This wasn’t the first time.
He stumbles a little before leaning against you. “I’m not.”
You look him in the eyes and immediately you know how much he’s drank.
He looks more gentle. Less aggressive.
“Come on.” You let him hang over you as you guide him to the bed.
All thoughts of sexually pleasing him leave your brain as you go to get water for him and a huge sweater for you. The lingerie was a bit redundant at this point. You were grabbing water from the kitchen, collecting yourself and tying your hair up when you heard a whimpering noise come from the hallway.
“Baby~Babygirl??~” Yuta’s soothing yet panicked voice echoed through your large apartment. “Where’d you go?”
He finally sees you and he practically stumbles into your arms again. “I missed you!~I thought you left me...”
I would never leave you Yuta...
You help Yuta back into your bed and hand him some water. “Can you hold me, Baby?”
You can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. When he got like this he became the man that you’ve longed for. A man that wanted you to be there. A man that could not only fill your physical needs but a man who would fill your emotional needs. You needed more than what Friday nights could offer. You were entire done with the constant tug and pull that you allowed yourself into.
This wasn’t only his fault. It was all yours.
You agreed to it. Heck, you were the one that made it very clear that you only wanted him-at the time- for one night of the week. So to give credit to Yuta, he was sticking to your request.
It was ironic. How you, his CEO, asked for a sub/dom relationship only to fall for him then end up hating the very terms that YOU set for the both of you to follow and abide by. How ironic is that?
Yuta shifts next to you. Refusing to let go of your waist. Keeping himself close. His scent is so strong around the sheets that you can’t help but cuddle into him more.Considering how cold your skin was this type of contentedness and comfort made you loose sight in the emotions that you’ve been holding back. He was so warm and manly to be around. This was a moment that you wanted to savor because you knew that in the morning. The only thing left of him would be his scent.
Your eyes fight the exhaustion to bask in the moment but the battle proves to be lost when you shut them for a second.
It’s dark. But you’re extremely warm.
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By morning, your alarm wakes you. To your surprise, someone stirs next to you and grabs your phone from the nightstand to shut it up.
Yuta’s eyes are barely open while he crawls back into bed. His hands reach out to bring you into a warm embrace under the sheets.
You shut your eyes again, dismissing this odd memory as a dream.
When your eyes open again-
the bed is empty.
You were alone.
Again.
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“-to CEO (y/n) for her successful completion of this project.” Yuta proposes a toast the the company celebration dinner for closing the project.
You nod and bow your head to everyone.
All through the night, you sensed Yuta’s gaze following your every move. He knew what he was doing and how it was making you feel. Your neck was burning hot. You couldn’t believe that he was so blatantly checking you out in front of the entire company.
Once you deemed it clear that people have gotten a few drinks in them, it was your time to leave them to enjoy the rest of the party. You rise from your seat and bid everyone goodbye. Not at all glancing at Yuta.
A couple weeks have passed since the last time Yuta was last in your apartment and you concluded to yourself that he really only wants you as a vessel rather than something more. You had no one but yourself to blame for that. Those two weeks were hard. Harder than you thought it would be.
Although all you guys had was sex, you missed his presence nonetheless.
He didn’t ask to come over and you didn’t call for him to.
You suppose it was a mutual agreement that would carry on and end up as a mere memory.
Your apartment was the last place you wanted to be but there you were, week three without Mr. Nakamoto in sight. You missed his warmth. Withdrawal hits you like a truck. You admitted it to yourself and began crying.
With little to, actually, no thought you decided to do another stupid thing. You call your ex.
The phone rings a couple of times before someone answers.
"Hello, (y/n)?"
"Please..." You voice trembles. "Come over..."
There's a pause and obviously he's thinking about whether he wants to come over. And for those few seconds of no response you can feel a lump form in your throat when you sense that he might hang up.
"Okay." But he doesn't. "What's your address?"
You send it to him and wait until someone rings your door.
"Johnny?"
As soon as you open the door a tall man embraces you tightly. Almost like he knew that's exactly what you needed. When the door shuts, your arms reach behind him and press him closer to you... but it wasn't the same.
You wanted it to be the same. You start tearing a little and press him closer to you.
"Tell me what's wrong." His hand soothes through your hair and you close your eyes. Mad that you weren't imagining Johnny but you in Yuta's comforting arms.
"I miss you..." You say your thoughts out loud.
"Me?"
No... I miss Yuta...
Johnny has always possessed a sense of what was going on so he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he guides you to your couch and places your body in his lap.
"You don't have to tell me anything, (y/n)." His hand rest on the small of your back. "But like I said when we broke up, I'm always here for you."
It takes you a minute to gather your voice since you've been crying but you tell Johnny what happened and how you've gotten yourself in the situation that you were in.
Johnny sits back and glances at you when you're done. "Well... At least you experienced some good dick after me. Glad to know you're not inactive."
His comment makes you laugh and it reminds you why he's such an important person to you. No matter how bad your relationship got, he never made you feel burdened. He was the type of person that once he was in your life he is there for life. And you really liked that about him.
"Thank you, johnny." You lean your head against his chest. "This means a lot."
"Anything for my first love." He smiles before tapping your side. "Now get the fuck up, my legs are falling asleep."
You laugh again and as a joke you straddle his lap to be an ass. "It just started getting comfy though..."
Johnny chuckles and tries to wrestle you like the good old times.
"So you replace me instead?"
A voice from the entrance of the living room startles the both of you and you can't help but think your mind was playing games with you.
"Yuta?"
You rise from Johnny's lap, fully aware that you know what this could look like to Yuta. He glares at you and Johnny.
"No Yuta its-"
"-It's not what it looks like?" Yuta scoffs. "Seems to me that I might've interrupted something."
Yuta's brow lifts in accusation and you stutter to find an explanation for yourself.
But then you realize something.
It was 12 am.
He came because he was horny.
Not because he missed you.
"Yuta ... just go." You point to the door. Taking all of your strength to do this.
He doesn't wait a second longer. His back faces you and in a matter of seconds all that's left is the echo of your slamming door.
You were in your apartment with Johnny but you've never felt so empty.
