summary: You are the choreographer for NCT Resonance pt 2′s “Work It.” Yuta brings Mark along after practice, allegedly wanting to learn the dance, but in reality, he wants to see if “shy” Mark can reward you for how well you work it in the practice room. ➳ pt 2
“I’ll be right back, I have to grab something real quick,” Yuta calls over his shoulder, already halfway out the door.
Tonight is your last practice with NCT’s Work It unit. After this, they can manage on their own without you; they’ve manifested their own sense of direction, they don’t need your pointers anymore.
Recently, you felt on thin ice at SM. Your job could fall through any day now, along with your dreams of being a choreographer. There’s an infinite amount of things you would miss about your job, the majority pertaining to NCT, but especially Yuta’s alluring eyes.
You felt a certain part of yourself melt every time he gazed at you. You couldn’t help but feel mesmerized and immensely turned on by him. It was always so hard to get a read off of him though, his demeanor around you was very different than that he had around the others.
You look over at the clock and realize it's 12:13 am. “I think we should call it a night, you guys. I don’t want you getting dark circles under your eyes and the makeup artists hating me when they have to work harder to cover them up,” you joke.
“Like anyone could possibly hate you,” Ten replies, lazily throwing an arm over your shoulder and lightly hugging you.
It was nice having him beside you to help with the choreography. Johnny picks up their bags while Ten gets their water bottles. If SM separates Johnten after Resonance, you’re certain your heart will shatter. Jungwoo and Jaemin grab their bags, Jungwoo hitting the woah for absolutely no reason on their way out.
Hendery makes a ridiculous face in the mirror as he walks through the door, only to pop his head back in 30 seconds later just to go, “Unzip it and drop it,” at the exact time you’re unzipping your jacket to reveal a thin sports bra then closes the door with a *click*
“Alone at last,” you mutter under your breath.
Next, you take off your baggy sweatpants, leaving you in grey spandex shorts, and rest them on the wide granite desk in the corner of the room with the jacket. You stand in the middle of the room, sticking your air pods in your ears and playing Work It at the loudest volume possible as you start going through the motions of the dance.
At some point your energy changes and you slip into a much more seductive version of the choreography. You close your eyes for a handful of seconds and picture yourself doing this on a stage in some sparkly, see-through dress, imagining people gawking over how delicious you look, with everything on display. The second best part of your job after working with the talented neos, is your privilege to solitary periods in the lavish practice rooms after everyone has nearly worked themselves to each death night. The giant mirrors reflect every motion you make and the wide space allows you to flow freely across the polished floors.
By fault of your music playing too loud and your mind being too consumed by the fantasy in your head, you don’t notice when the door in front of you opens. Or when two figures make their way into the room. Opening your eyes you jump when you see Yuta and Mark giving you that same exact look you imagined from the crowd in your fantasy.
“Oh, no, don’t stop on our occasion,” Yuta says, the corners of his lips twitching up.
“W-why are you back? And, umm, why uh, is Mark here, too?” you ask nervously, looking from Yuta to Mark, then back to Yuta.
By this time, Mark’s eyes have left your body, settling on the floor instead. Yuta’s cool gaze never left your direction, holding your eyes for a second then scanning you up and down, again.
“Wait, d-didn’t the others, like, tell you in passing that I just ended practice?” you stutter, your body visibly tensing up.
“Mark was wondering if you could teach him the chorus of the dance… but it looks like you’ve changed it since I was last in here,” Yuta teases, as he takes a few steps closer to you. He’s obviously enjoying how flustered and panicked you look.
At this very moment you feel it. You feel how hot and wet you are, followed by the realization you’re in GRAY spandex shorts and if you bend over, even slightly, the stain of your seeping wetness would be on full display. You take some steps back but however make you take back, Yuta takes forward.
“Y-yeah I can, uh, teach him but like, the original version,” you nervously giggle in a higher pitch.
“I’d kind of like to learn whatever we just saw you doing, though,” Mark speaks up, his pitch also slightly higher than usual.
“Do you think you could stand at the front of the room and go from the pre chorus...” Yuta playfully questions, “...please?”
A million, no a billion thoughts race through your mind as you find yourself stepping forward. After the first 8 count, you decide to follow the motions of the sultry version instead, feeling the knots in your stomach tying quickly.
You know they know. You can feel the hunger in their gaze piercing through you. You now they can see why you were so flustered before, the butterflies in your stomach flutter faster; down your shorts you feel that vibrating sensation, too.
In the reflection of the mirror, you can see a growing bulge in their own pants, languidly mimicking the moves you’re doing, their attention focused on something other than the dance. Yuta makes eye contact with you in the mirror for a split second. In a blink of an eye, he’s right behind, his hands gently feathered on your hips.
“You really do know how to work it, huh?” he hums in your ear. “Do we have your permission to reward you for how hard you’ve worked?” he delicately traces circles on your hips with his thumbs, making your body shiver.
“W-what’s Mark gonna do?” you mumble, quietly.
He hesitates before replying “He hasn’t given too many rewards in his life- ”
“Wha-hey!” a voice grunts behind you two.
“ -and I was hoping I could give him a few pointers while I watch. Can I do that for him?”
Hearing the tone in his voice, you arch your back to the point where he’s pressed firmly against your ass. You nod and grind into him slightly before he jerks his hips back, making you whine.
“I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me what you want,” he asserts, pressing his fingertips into your hips.
You’re silent for a moment, trying to process if this is real life or if you’re still wrapped up in that fantasy from earlier. This provokes a sudden twitch in Yuta’s hands, bringing you back to reality. You finally curl your neck to lay your head on Yuta’s shoulder, clasp your hands over his, and whisper:
“I gladly accept whatever reward you… instruct Mark… to give me.”
Yuta flicks his chin to the door, “Lock it, Mark.”
Nothing about this feels real. Not when Yuta guides you towards the mirror in the front. Not when you quickly raise your hands to meet the cool glass before he squishes you against it. Not when you see a timid Mark lock the door out of the corner of your eye.
It only feels real when Yuta’s lips start kissing the sensitive part behind your ear and clutching the back of your right thigh with one hand.
“Do you know what we can see from behind?” he says, dragging his fingers up your thigh.
“We can see how-” his fingers brush over the visible pool in your shorts, a tingling sensation rippling through your body, “-soaking wet you are” he torments, nipping at your neck.
“Mark, come over here and feel how wet she is.”
In your mind, it’s difficult to imagine Mark in anything remotely sexual. Yes, 95% of NCT songs are about sex but that’s a persona he puts on during performances, it’s not how he actually is. Right?
Nevertheless, he follows the order from his hyung and carefully replaces Yuta’s fingers with his own. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and lets out,
“Fffuck, you really are drippinggg,” then looks to Yuta. “Before you give any tips, can I show you how I’d reward her?”
“You should be asking her that, not me,” he replies and steps back a few paces.
Mark moves his other hand to aggressively grip your waist yet lightly rubs his fingers on your soaking center with the other hand. He locks his eyes with yours again, a dark, lustful glint has dominated where the famous Mark Lee sparkle™ used to be. Then he uses words you’d never expect to ever come out of his mouth:
“My God, y/n your pussy just feels so damn good,” he pauses and the corners of his mouth curl into a devilish smile. “I’d really like to make you cum, y/n, can I try to do that?” he proposes, enunciating every word with ease.
Hearing him talk dirty like that is thrilling. It’s such a turn on just thinking about how that sweet, cuddly Christian boy melted away because of you, it makes your heart race. You waste no time saying, “Yes, yes please,” bending over more to give him better access.
“Sounds like she realllly wants you, Mark,” Yuta laughs. You don’t argue with him, you never would. He’s fucking Nakamoto Yuta. You’d do anything and everything he ever asked you to.
Mark stretches his fingers forward until they reach your clit, kneading harder than how he was rubbing before.
“Do you really want me that bad, princess?”
He slides his hand up from your waist and into your sports bra at the same exact time curiosity directs you to slide your right hand down the mirror and into his sweatpants, feel how hard you’ve made him. His eyes rolls back and lets out a faint moan when you stroke his hard cock.
“Mark, I just want you to start rewarding me already,” you propose in the same tone he used on you, squeezing your hand around him.
The next thing you know, Mark is spinning you around, picking you up by pulling out from under your thighs and setting you on the desk where you put your jacket and sweatpants.
He wastes no time pulling your shorts and lacy panties down and you desperately pry them off your ankles, setting them next to you; you close your eyes in anticipation for his touch when you feel a new set of hands from behind lift your sports bra over your head. With your hands in the air from the motion, they snap them down behind your back, securing them under their own rough hands on the desk. Their grip is strong and steady.
“I was thinking I’d have a better view from here, if that’s okay with you,” Yuta lightly growls in your ear, tying your wrists together fast with your sports bra. You wince when he yanks your body backwards slightly.
“Oh sweetie, I can be more gentle with you...do you want that?” Yuta showers your neck with baby kisses, then darkly murmurs, “... or do you like it rough?”
You nibble your bottom lip, nodding your head several times, and humming in agreement to the latter option. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. You’re at work, in a public practice room, stripped of all your clothes with your hands tied behind your back. They’re completely clothed, holding you in one place with the ability to treat you in any way they desire. It’s exhilarating.
“Such a gooood girl we have here, she absolutely deserves to be pleasured by you,” Yuta directs towards Mark. “You need to show how you can work it on y/n, too.”
They talk like you’re not even present to hear it and for some reason, it makes your mouth water and your pussy wetter. Your attention is caught between what Mark starts doing and what Yuta is cooing in your ear. Biting down on his own bottom lip, Mark travels one hand up from behind your thigh to delicately rub your throbbing slit, pushing the inside of your left knee against the desk with the other hand and shifting his body to the inside of your right knee, holding you wide open for him. He moves to rub lazy circles around your clit for about thirty seconds then unexpectedly forces two fingers in you, curling up and hitting that spot that drives you wild.
“Ughhhh, Mark, ohhhh my gah, Mar-” you moan, the sound of him pleasuring you echoing throughout the room, and perhaps the halls outside.
Mark cuts you off by smashing his lips against yours.
You hear Yuta command sternly, “You will be quiet from now on. Only little moans are acceptable, got it? And don’t make me tell you again."
His words are infinitely more intense and intimidating than his gaze in practice, it makes your drenched walls clench around Mark’s fingers. Mark’s lips are heavenly. No matter how rough and urgent his kisses, all you feel is how velvety, plump and delicious his lips feel against yours. He removes his lips from yours and you whine out of protest, quietly this time around. To your surprise, Mark swiftly bends down to connect his godly lips to your folds instead. The feeling is nearly indescribable, lips lifting you closer to cloud 9 than his fingers could manage.
He keeps his fingers in your throbbing core and licks at your dripping wet folds, flicking his tongue in a way that drives you to naturally jolt your body uncontrollably. Yet it’s impossible to retract or instinctively twitch away from Mark when he’s strictly spreading your legs apart, your wrists are tightly bound behind your back, and Yuta wraps a dominant hand around the nape of your neck directing your head to watch how Mark is rewarding you so graciously.
You feel a scream coming up the back of your throat. As you open your mouth, Yuta releases your neck, grabbing the lacy panties next to you on the counter and shoving them past your parted lips, stifling any inappropriate noises. Mark moves his mouth up, securing it on your clit, and ruthlessly sucking on your sensitive button.
It’s so incredibly intoxicating; you feel dizzy from the intensity of him eating you out and pumping his fingers in and out of you, rhythmically, then picking up the pace when he flicks his eyes up to see how wound up you are. You notice his mouth form what resembles some kind of devilish smile while sucking, satisfied by his ability to pleasure and overstimulate you. You feel the knots in your core tightening as a fiery heat quickly builds up inside you. Yuta lets go of your wrists. He glides his free hand around to squeeze and kneed your breast before directing his attention to your nipple. A squeak escapes your mouth as he twists and flicks the bud.
Mark pulls his ravishing mouth from your slit momentarily, gasping, “Cum for me, princess,” then proceeds to suck mercilessly as if his life depends on it. He thrusts a third finger inside you with haste.
You last through another 5 seconds of this buzzing overstimulation before you experience an overwhelming pressure, followed by the sensation of your dam breaking.
Electricity shoots through your veins and a powerful wave of euphoric heat spreads through your body. Yuta harshly squeezes your neglected breast beaming down at your helpless wiggling frame. Mark finger fucks you through the ecstasy, feeling your walls tighten and spasm around his fingers that fill you up so nicely.
Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined the intensity and pure bliss that an orgasm from Mark Lee could have on you. Coming down from your high, Mark slides his fingers out of your slick hole only to move his mouth south. He slurps and swallows all the cum dripping from your pussy, claiming it as his own reward for making you violently orgasm.
Once you’ve been licked clean and Yuta has untied your wrists, you close your legs, remove the panties from your mouth and try to work on catching your breath. Mark is still licking his plump, heavenly lips, adamant to swallow all the cum he worked out of you. One hand remains on your leg, no longer holding it open like before, instead gently rubbing random shapes on your skin with his thumb. When his eyes meet yours again, you see compassion and lighthearted bliss.
That twinkle has returned to his eyes, too. He lifts his oversized hoodie over his head when he sees you shiver, gestures for you to put your hands up, slips it over your body, and leans in to peck a soft kiss on your forehead. You’ve never felt so warm in your life; mind you, warm in more than one kind of way.
Yuta is the first one to say anything since your climax.
“Well, Mark I don’t think you need any pointers, you know how to give great rewards and uh … I can see you worked yourself into some strange, weird bond you guys got out of it so…”
He’s backing away towards the door, unlocking it, slipping through it, and closing it, quickly, before he can say anything else.
The last thing he sees is Mark holding your hand... then you subsequently dropping to your knees in front of him.
