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🌙 staring. Doyoung & Taeyong x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. You’re connected to the group of CEO’s through a friend, one recognizes you during a night out at a club and invites you to the vip table. Although two of the men keep to themselves, you’re intrigued by them, and luckily, they’re intrigued by you too.

cw/tw. threesome, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, petnames, calling Taeyong ‘good boy’ ‘pretty boy’ etc…, bondage with a belt, multiple orgasms, pain kink, spanking, spit roasting, wine, etc…

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 12.5k

🍭 aus. ceo au, poly au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. find the series masterlist here for the JohnJaeHyuck chapters

You’ve been around your fair share of powerful men.

You’ve known the men who have their wealth due to family, and throw their money around.

You’ve known the hard working CEO’s who need a night of release for their pent up aggression.

The men who usually come into the exclusive club are there for one or two things. Women, primarily, is the goal, but you guess fun and booze are on the menu too.

You watch the table of CEO’s slowly get smaller and smaller, men disappearing with pretty girls into the dance floor or even a backroom for the big spenders. A group of four people shock you, three men and one woman, when they head over to the VIP bathrooms, which, to be honest, are just glorified fuck zones.

But there are two men who stand out to you. They don’t watch the pretty girls walking by, eager to grab their attention. No, instead, the two men sit close together, leaning so they can converse over the loud music.

You wonder why they bothered to come to a club to do this.

There’s something interesting about the men. They’re both obviously rich, CEO’s you assume, by the fact that you know a few other people at their table. The suits are tailored, one a classic black, the other sporting a few pops of colour.

They’re both handsome, that much is obvious. But despite being surrounded by beauty, they are more interested in each other, or at least... their conversation. You wonder if that’s what’s really going on here, and your mind divulges into hidden fantasies of star crossed lovers in an alpha male dominated industry.

Your thoughts are drawn to an abrupt halt when one of the men from their table comes down to join the crowd.

It’s Mark, the CEO you know through a friend of a friend, and from the way he smiles at you, you can tell he recognizes you too. “Hey! You’re Y/N right? I thought I recognized you, but from my table I couldn’t be sure!”

He’s sweet, and looks friendly enough, but for whatever reason, your eyes want to move back to the duo still at the table. “Yeah, we met-”

“At the Christmas party.” Mark nods, smile still on his face, “hey can I grab you a drink?” The two of you are standing at the bar, you’ve been waiting to order, but Mark draws the attention of the bartender right away. You suppose they keep an eye out for big spenders.

“You really don’t have to-” you begin but Mark shakes his head.

“Honestly, what are you having? I’ll just throw it on the tab, don’t worry about it.”

The two of you talk back and forth for a little while, and as soon as your drinks are sat in front of you, Mark looks over at his table. A few more people have dissipated, “wanna come sit down?” Mark asks.

He thinks you’re cute, and so does Yuta. In fact, when Yuta had found out Mark may know you, he’d pushed Mark out of his seat and instructed him to go find a way to get you back to the table.

“I don’t want to intrude.” You frown and Mark waves his hand again.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You wonder what he worries about, if ever.

“Maybe you can get Doyoung and Taeyong to stop arguing so much.” Mark says as the two of you head up towards VIP.

“they argue a lot?” you laugh.

Mark sighs, “You don’t know the half of it.” His tone tips you off that there’s something big he’s not telling you, and it only increases your curiosity. “Guys,” he addresses the table when you get there, “this is Y/N, she’s friends with Jeno.” Friends is an overstatement. Jeno used to sleep with one of your best friends for a while, which is how you’d ended up at the Christmas Party where you’d met Mark. “This is Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung.”

Yuta looks the most interested to meet you and soon you find yourself seated between him and Mark. Taeyong and Doyoung continue their hushed conversation, but you don’t mind, it feels nice to have the attention of Mark and Yuta.

Yuta is a smooth talker, and he encroaches on your personal space a little too much, his arm over the back of booth, nearly touching your shoulders. Mark is much softer, he angles his body towards you, knee brushing yours and giving you his undivided attention.

You’re not sure how long you talk to the two men, but in a little while, the rag tag group of four (who you’d noticed go to the bathroom) return. The girl looks breathless and she’s tucked under the arm of the pretty dimpled man with rose gold pink hair. Another man stands on her other side, his fingers laced with hers, they both sport hickies on their neck. The final person is a tall dark haired man, who smiles warmly at you, “we’re headed home.” he says to the group, “everyone drive safe.”

You enjoy watching the group leave, enjoy the brief vouyeristic glimpse at their dynamic. Two doms, a switch and had the girl been a sub or a switch? Two people with hickies on their necks- very interesting.

“They were cute.” you say, more to yourself than anything, but both Mark and Yuta hear you.

“They’re horny fucks.” Yuta breathes, the smirk on his face tells you he doesn’t mind, and his eyes follow the group too.

For a moment you sneak a glance at the two men who haven’t been talking to you. The one in the more classical suit, Doyoung you think, is facing you with dark eyes. He looks to be assessing you and before you can think more of it, Mark grabs your attention by saying your name, “Hey, are you still working at that flower shop by the Dreamie Building?” it’s a short walk from the main NCT tower and you nod, familiar with both locations. Mark seems to know how close it is too because his face lights up, “maybe we could grab coffee sometime, there’s this great place-”

“Across the street, I know the one.” you smile softly at the pretty boy who is beaming at you.

Yuta groans loudly from behind you, “i need more shots.” He announces, and leaves the table.

You exchange numbers with Mark and then your phone buzzes, your best friend having arrived to take you home for girls night. After a quick goodbye and the promise to get coffee sometime within the week, your eyes move to the two men you haven’t talked to. “nice meeting you.” you say softly, deciding to be civil even if they’ve been ignoring you.

They both smile, “get home safe.” one says, “nice meeting you too.” says the other.

When you get to your friend’s car outside, Mark has already texted you. He seems nice, but there’s something about the two quiet men-

You’re being crazy. Of course you’d be interested in the ones who ignored you and not the perfectly nice man who wants to take you out for coffee and had bought you a drink without expecting anything in return.

Well, maybe this time, you won’t be destructive. Maybe you can forget about the classic suit and the touches of colour on it’s companion. Maybe you can forget about Mark’s cryptic response to you asking if they argue a lot. Maybe this time, you can let it go, and not get dragged into a mess you feel the need to fix.

Fingers thrum against the counter and you look up from the bouquet you’re making, first at the elegant pianist digits and then to their owner, “can I help you?” the last word hands in the air as you realize who is standing in front of you. It’s one of the men from the club, the quiet ones.

He’s dressed in a suit, and you wonder if he ever wears anything else.

In the light of the flower shop, you can see his face more clearly. His eyes are dark but big, innocent looking on such stoic face.

“I need a bouquet.” He says.

You smile, looking around at the flower shop, “okay, anything in mind? A specific flower?”

The man’s eyes also move around the shop and he looks absolutely lost.

“If you don’t mind me asking... what’s the occasion?” you come out from behind your work bench, leaning against the counter next to the man who sticks out among your lilies and roses.

The man next to you chuckles and it’s the first time you see him happy. He’s angelic, with perfect teeth and the cutest gummy smile you’ve ever seen. “Trying to break up with someone.” he says.

“Trying?” you laugh, a little shocked that he’s not more beaten up about the situation.

“She won’t- uh,” he rubs the back of his neck, “she just-” he sighs, “we’ve drifted apart for a while, work is busy.”

You nod, understanding where he’s coming from. “We don’t get a lot of break up flowers from the person doing the break up, but, roses maybe?”

“Roses are good,” the man smiles, “not my idea for flowers.”

“Whose then?” the two of you head towards the box of roses in the corner of the shop.

“My friend, he says flowers are good for every occasion or something.” the man waves his hand.

“They are.” you say simply and the man remembers where he is and who he’s talking to. Flowers are your job, of course you think they’re important.

“I’m Doyoung by the way, you’re Mark’s friend right?” he says, and you’re pleasantly surprised he’s making an attempt with you. You wondered if he even remembered you.

“I guess we’re friends.” you say as you begin to walk around the shop and pick out flowers, the CEO shadowing you like an animal stalking it’s prey. You’re not sure why it feels that way, it just does, but it sort of excites you.

“Isn’t he taking you on a date?” Doyoung asks when the two of you go to the counter for you to begin making his bouquet.

“You mean coffee?” you keep your eyes down on your task.

“A the coffee place across the street, you know the one, remember?” Now he’s quoting your own words from the club back to you. How much of your conversation with Mark did he listen to? “sounds like a date to me.”

“Well, it’s not.” You turn your back on him to grab a roll to wrap the flowers in, and you complete your task in silence.

When you hand him the bouquet and he begins searching for his wallet in his pockets. “good luck breaking up with her.” you offer.

Doyoung laughs, “thanks,” he manages to get his money out. He doesn’t even ask how much the bouquet costs, simply throwing a one hundred dollar bill down, “keep the change.” he turns and leaves the store, and you’re too shocked by his odd behaviour to say anything.

“No way.” Mark’s eyes have landed on something behind you and he immediately stiffens, grip tightening on his coffee cup.

“Mark!” Someone shouts, and you turn to look at the man who has entered the coffee shop. It’s the switch from the bar, the shorter man who had hickies on his neck. Another CEO.

“Haechan!” Mark greats as his friend approaches, “this is Y/N.”

“Right, from the club.” Haechan nods, “you know Jeno.”

Why does everyone keep saying that?

Coffee had been going alright, Mark is nice, but you don’t feel that spark with him. Having Haechan here is a welcome distraction, and you can tell from the smirk on his face that he’s aware he’s date crashing. He’s enjoying it, and you don’t mind that either.

“Want to sit?” you ask.

“He shouldn’t-”

“I would love to.” Haechan takes a seat in the chair next to Mark, smiling at you, “Did Mark tell you about the time in Business school where we gave him a perm?”

“You know, if I keep bumping into you in mundane places, I’m going to start thinking you’re stalking me.” You say when Doyoung comes to stand next to you in the ice cream aisle.

He smiles, hands in his pockets as he surveys the flavour options, “Maybe you’re stalking me.” he suggests, “after all, I am one of the most eligible men in the city.”

“Sure you are.”

“I am!” he insists, “and you have a history of sniffing around CEO’s.”

“Do not.”

“How was ur date with Mark?” Doyoung asks, and you wonder if he already knows the answer.

“Not a date.” you feel the need to keep saying it, even though it was obviously a date to Mark, “Haechan showed up and they started gossiping. I think Mark understands I see him as a friend now.” You say casually, eyes narrowing in on the ice cream you want, “how was your break up?” You ask while reaching for your prize.

“Good.” Doyoung nods, “Like I said, we’ve been distant for a while.”

“So what’s your ice cream for?” You ask.

“What’s it for?” He blinks at you.

“Yeah, mine is for watching romance movies and crying. Is your ice cream for a few break up tears, or are you just feeling like ice cream is a good idea?” You note that he doesn’t have a cart, and he’s not holding anything. So it appears as if he’s only here for the ice cream.

“Honestly,” Doyoung sighs, “I saw you close the flower shop and come over here, and I don’t know, I guess I wanted to say hi.”

“And ask about my date.” you tease with a grin.

Doyoung smiles at you, “of course.”

“Well, if you’re not getting any ice cream, want to head to the checkout with me?” You ask, earning a nod from the man who falls into step beside you.

“Why do you cry when you watch romance movies?” Doyoung questions as you make your way through the store.

You shrug, “I don’t know. It’s nice to see things work out in the end and for people to be happy.”

“You like seeing other people happy.” Doyoung says, an astute observation of you and your character after so few a number of interactions, “more than what’s normal, I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“At the club, you smiled seeing Haechan, Johnny and Jaehyun with their girlfriend, even though their relationship is... unconventional.” Doyoung points out.

“Wow, you really were paying attention that night.” you laugh, a blush rising in your skin.

“i was. I also remember your phone number from when you gave it to Mark. Haven’t been able to get it out of my head for some reason.”

“Maybe if you text the number and add it as a contact, it won’t be stuck in your head anymore.” you say lightly, toeing the line of flirtation with the handsome man next to you.

“Hmm,” he hums, “maybe I’ll give that a try.”

You smile, “anyways, what do you think of the ‘unconventional relationship’ between your friends?”

Doyoung shrugs, “they’re all happy.”

“Sometimes it feels like certain people have the capacity for giving love to many people you know? I’m glad they all found each other and it works, not everyone is so lucky.”

Doyoung’s head tilts and he looks like he’s thinking hard about something. You wonder what could possibly be such a brain buster that it’s making his brows furrow, but then you wonder if maybe he just always looks worried.

“You okay?” you ask when his silence starts to make you worry if you said something wrong.

“Yeah,” Doyoung nods, “just thinking.”

The cashier tells you your total and before you can even think, Doyoung is tapping a black card against the machine, paying for you. “wow, you didn’t have to do that-”

Doyoung waves his hand and the two of you leave the store.

“Do you live nearby?” Doyoung asks.

You nod, telling him your address, which is only a short walk away, “where are you parked?”

“My cars actually still at the building, can I walk you home? To make sure you get there safe.”

You size up the CEO and smile, “sure.”

He asks you about your favourite movie, and the two of you talk about films all the way to your apartment. When you get to the front of the building, you look down at your bag of ice cream, “Do you want to come up and watch the movie? I mean, technically you did buy the ice cream-”

“I have a dinner thing actually.” Doyoung says and your heart falls.

“Yeah, of course you do,” you wave your hand.

“But another time?” his voice sounds hopeful and it makes you look up at him.

“If your date tonight falls through.” you tease.

Doyoung doesn’t correct you and tell you it’s not a date, but from the way he reacts, rolling his eyes with a smile, you can tell he appreciates your banter. “I’ll text you.” he says, stepping away from you to head back to the office to go grab his car.

“You better.”

Taeyong isn’t sure if he’s happy or upset that you’re working when he enters the flower shop. He couldn’t sleep all night, thoughts plagued by what Doyoung said at dinner: “she’s cute.”

Two words, but they had sparked something in the CEO, and now Taeyong is in your shop.

“Hey,” you smile, noticing him standing near the lilies, “can I help you with something?”

Taeyong shakes his head, smiling awkwardly then turning his back to you. He pretends to look at the flowers while his hands fidget at his sides.

Taeyong is used to having control, but things have been off lately.

A few months ago, life had been easy. He’d been a CEO with a pristine girlfriend and a life path that included a white picket fence and a few mini me’s running around and getting groomed for CEO positions.

And then he’d started to realize his growing attraction to watching.

Taeyong had ended up at the club nearly every Friday, eyes taking in the movement around him while he knew his girlfriend was waiting back home. He’d become particularly fixated on the new relationship between three of his friends and one girl. Well, the throuple had been around a while, but Haechan joining was new, and it drew Taeyong’s attention.

Taeyong had become infatuated with the idea of Haechan as a switch. Taeyong had always been inclined to try a more submissive position in bed, but had never been able to with the women he brought home.

And then there was Doyoung.

They’d been friends for years. When Taeyong confided in him that he was going to break up with his long term girlfriend, Doyoung quickly agreed. They talked a little bit about their opinions of polyamory.

Doyoung had brought it up again at dinner last night. Doyoung, as well as Taeyong, were both intrigued by your acceptance of the idea of polyamory. At least, you’re supportive and open to the group of four that Taeyong often finds himself watching.

The dynamic is something he longs for.

Being in a relationship with just one person can be difficult, but two? It looks smoother in a way, which sounds counterintuitive. When Taeyong slept last night, his dreams had been filled with the idea of two figures: a masculine dominant, and a feminine switch.

The masculine presence was familiar, and even now, Taeyong tries to push thoughts of Doyoung out of his head. Not that he would ever actually let Doyoung dominate him, but the steadiness of a dominant presence felt interesting.

The female presence? Taeyong wants it to be you. The middle ground, the glue. He can imagine a soft hand wrapped around his throat, he can also imagine bending you over and making you beg for him.

He takes a deep breath and approaches your work station, “Hi.” You greet him, soft smile leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Hello, I need some flowers” He’s not sure why, but he can’t remember the word ‘bouquet’.

“What’s the occasion?” you giggle a little at his shyness. He looks so different in the flower shop from how he looked in the club.

Taeyong searches his brain for an excuse, “uh, no occasion, just for my office maybe?”

Taeyong wishes he had an excuse like Doyoung’s, although, to be fair, the excuse had been kind of lame. Men like Taeyong and Doyoung could afford boxes full of a hundred gorgeous roses, they didn’t need to be in a flower shop doing the picking themselves. Which is one of the reasons they probably look so out of place.

“For your office?” you smile, “that’s nice. Do you have any favourite flowers?”

“Uh,” Taeyong looks around, “I’m not sure. What do you like?”

When you come around the work bench to stand next to the gorgeous man, it reminds you of doing the same thing with Doyoung only a few days ago.

“What colour is your office? And how big of a piece do you want?” You ask.

He hums for a moment, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest, “As big as you think works,” then a smile forms on his face, “close your eyes.” he says, “I’ll describe my office to you.”

You laugh, shaking your head and looking over at the man, whose eyes are closed. “Stop looking at me and close your eyes.” he instructs again.

You sigh and do as you’re told.

“It’s on one of the top levels. We have entire floors dedicated to just the CEO’s.” He explains, “I have a whole corner. The building is kind of like a compass, and I’m North.” You can hear the fondness in his voice, “lots of glass, floor to ceiling. So flowers that like light would be nice. The floor is white marble, most of the furniture is black. Modern, minimalism.”

“Pops of colour?” you smile, sneaking a glance at the man next to you. You already have a taste for his style, and you adore it. His side profile is almost grecian in it’s beauty, perfection, like a statue. His nose is regal and his jaw is chiseled as if by godly hands.

“Art.” He smiles, and you can tell he cares about his art pieces. “Primary colours, splatter paint. Small squares,” he opens his eyes and unfolds his arms to show you the approximate size, “canvas. Every time I’m going through a big moment in my life, i pull out the colours and I let it out. If it’s good, it goes to the office.”

“Wow.” you breathe, taking in his words, “that sounds therapeutic.”

“It can be.” He smiles softly, “so red, yellow and blue, then black and white.”

“Do you want to continue that colour scheme? You haven’t really told me if you want a bouquet for your desk, which usually includes a lot of foliage and greens, or if you want a bigger piece. Bigger pieces can be more modern in larger vases, more sticks and florals.”

Taeyong lets out a breath, he had no idea it would be this hard to just buy flowers from a cute girl. He thinks maybe you’re playing with him, because you keep smirking when you think he can’t see.

“I said ‘as big as you think works’ didn’t I?” He asks.

You laugh, “I guess you did. You didn’t bring a vase did you?”

He stands there, not even holding anything, his suit only has front pockets and all you can see there is a phone.

“Well, what vases do you like?” you playfully link your arm with his and take him over to where you keep a few big vases. It’s not often that you get people buying the LARGE vase pieces. You know he can afford it, you wonder if he can be toyed with into buying one. No, you’ll be nice and give him a smaller one.

His eyes land on the largest, most grecian looking vase you have. It’s at least a meter high, and you watch his hand begin to move and point- but you tug on his arm, pulling him to stand in front of the small vase shelf first.

“I’m thinking glass, tall rectangular vase. I have an idea of your aesthetic, i want to work in whatever flowers you like the smell of.” You tell him.

“I don’t know what smells I like best.” he confesses, having never actually bought flowers in person before.

“Then you’ll have to smell everything.”

“Or maybe, every time my bouquet wilts, I can come get a new one with a different flower.” He says, looking at you softly and making your heart melt.

“Or you could do that.” you smile, feeling heat rush to your cheeks, “what flower do you want to start with today as the centrepiece?”

“Whatever is your favourite.”

Doyoung is leaning on the hood of his car when you exit your building. He stands out amongst the cars parked there, and smiles when he sees you. As you approach, he offers you a hand to help you navigate the sidewalk in your heels. “You look gorgeous.” He breathes, opening the car door for you.

“You too.” you beam.

He’s in his usual suit, which feels like minimal effort, but he does look great. You suppose he always looks great. You don’t mind.

“So where are we going?” you ask when he gets into the drivers seat. He’d told you on the phone that he wanted to take you somewhere fancy for dinner but hand’t said anything else.

“To a restaurant.” Doyoung scoffs at you and you roll your eyes at his teasing.

“Which one?” you clarify.

“Secret.” he answers, a hand landing on your bare thigh and squeezing once before going back to the wheel. Your breath is caught and you bite your lip, eyes down where he’d just touched your skin. His hands are nice, and fuck, you wish he’d just left his hand there.

This thought makes your skin heat up. The man just broke up with his girlfriend, you need to give him some space. This probably isn’t even a date. Neither of you had called it that. He’d messaged you a simple: “Dinner?” but the one word had made your insides flutter more than you’d care to admit.

“So how was your date the other night?” you ask.

“What?” Doyoung laughs.

“You know, the one you went to that night we bumped into each other in the grocery store.” you explain.

“Oh, it wasn’t a date.” He says, but you notice the way he swallows thickly, “I was with Taeyong.”

“Right.” you nod, “Taeyong, he came into my flower shop.”

“We heard.” Doyoung says, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, you know they’re a mistake.

“We?”

Doyoung laughs awkwardly, “yeah. All the CEO’s at NCT are pretty close, we all grew up together so we talk a lot. He said you almost convinced him to get a massive pot for his office.”

“I did not!” you giggle, “I suggested a small one!”

Doyoung grins and you know he’s just teasing you. “we’re going to make you the official NCT flower girl.”

“Please no.” You giggle.

Doyoung chuckles and you enjoy how easy it is to talk to him. “Guess we’ll have to keep you for ourselves then.” His tone is light, but you sense a darkness there, and you can’t help but think about how hot both men are. You have no idea how the hell you’re going to chose just one if it comes to that, but you suppose you’re with Doyoung right now so is that choosing?

When you pull up to the restaurant, you realize how fancy it is. “this is where we’re getting dinner?” you ask, as a valet moves to open your door.

“Best place in the city.” Doyoung answers smoothly.

You enter the restaurant and the hostess smiles brightly at Doyoung. She’s pretty, and you see the way her posture changes, her chest puffing out more, “hello Mr. Kim! How are you tonight!?”

“I’m good,” Doyoung says, “Company table.”

The hostess momentarily falters, a frown replacing her smile, “the company table is actually taken right now.”

“By who?” Doyoung laughs. He’s pretty sure most of the other guys are busy. Last he’d heard from Johnny, Jaehyun and Haechan, they were having a night in. Yuta was at the clubs with Mark and a few others, and who knew where Jungwoo and Taeil ended up on an average night, but Doyoung knew it wasn’t here, that just left-

“Mr. Lee.” The hostess answers.

“Taeyong has the whole table to himself?” Doyoung asks in shock, nearly laughing at how stupid it sounds, “alone?”

The hostess nods, then leans forward, looking around before she says in a hushed tone, “he’s been here since Happy Hour.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes, “okay, thanks,” he turns to you, “I can kick him out of the table.”

“Is he okay?” you ask, slightly concerned by the notion of a man being alone at a massive table with nothing but booze to entertain him for hours.

Doyoung considers it, “i guess we should check.”

The hostess grabs two menus, seeing the decision that has been made. She leads you through the restaurant. You see ‘the company table’ and nearly laugh. Just like their VIP table in their club, of course they have a massive, secluded corner booth here.

Taeyong is sitting there. He’s nursing a glass of clear liquid, and for whatever reason, you guess he’s a Gin and Tonic man. He has an Ipad in front of him, and you can see that he’s working on something, head dipped down so he can look at the screen with an expression of intense concentration.

He’s in a dress shirt, jacket discarded, and he looks so lonely in the massive booth.

“He’s fine.” Doyoung tells you as you approach the table. You suppose that as best friends, Doyoung can read Taeyong and his energy.

When you get to the table, the hostess sets down your menus and leaves quickly. Taeyong looks up at Doyoung but doesn’t say anything, his gaze shifting to you. Then realization flashes across his face, “Are you two on your date?” He asks, eyes widening with concern.

Doyoung coughs loudly and when you turn to look at him, he tries to act natural, but you would bet money that when you turn back to Taeyong, Doyoung is shooting daggers at the elder man for referring to it as a ‘date’.

“Can we join you?” you say softly, deciding to ignore his comment because you and Doyoung haven’t really talked about ‘dates’ yet. You decide that right now you’re just two hot people out for dinner.

Taeyong nods, waving to the spaces in front of him. You slide in first, grabbing Doyoung’s hand to pull him in after you so he doesn’t just stand there glaring at Taeyong anymore.

When your fingers wrap around Doyoung’s, he nearly flinches, surprised by the contact, surprised by you initiating it. He’s not sure how close to sit to you, so he leaves a small gap between your legs.

“The Hostess said you’ve been here a while.” you say to Taeyong, trying to start conversation with the man that you only know from his odd visit to your flower shop, “working on something?”

Taeyong nods, flipping his Ipad to show you a graph of numbers that makes you immediately zone out. Taeyong laughs, “yeah, exactly. That’s why I’ve been here for hours.”

“I’m good at numbers.” Doyoung says sliding the Ipad over to his side so he can scan them with his eyes.

“Haechan’s better.” Taeyong teases, earning a groan from Doyoung. You notice the way Doyoung’s leg moves, as if for a split second he’d contemplated kicking his friend under the table.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, steering the conversation in a new direction.

Taeyong looks between you and Doyoung. He thought it was funny initially to ‘crash’ your date (although really you crashed his work time) but joining you for dinner? “I haven’t eaten but-”

“Then stay.” you say simply, “you should eat.”

All eyes go to Doyoung and he nods, “you should eat.” he agrees.

Taeyong blinks at the two of you. It’s such an odd thing, to be living and experiencing the briefest moments of a dynamic that he’s longed for for so long without even knowing it. Two people taking care of him, two people on the other side of the table telling him what to do. Do you not know he’s a CEO? Do you not know he’s worth Millions? Do you not know he adores this?

When the server comes to the table, she looks at the three of you, a question in her eyes. It must be odd to have two people come in on what looks like a date, only to join a friend who’s working at their table. Especially since it looks like the men have a history with this restaurant and it’s staff.

“Can I grab any drinks for anyone?” The server focuses on Doyoung first and you think it’s interesting that she singled him out as the head.

Doyoung asks for an Old Fashioned, then you order, and your gaze shifts to Taeyong, “another Gin and tonic for him too please.” Now he has to stay and finish his drink. You’re not giving him the option of leaving. The restriction is not physical, but it still excites him nearly as much as Taeyong thinks your hand wrapped around his throat would.

“How did you know his order?” Doyoung asks, shocked by you and every new thing he sees you do.

“He seems like a gin and tonic man.” you shrug.

“And him?” Taeyong grins, nodding to Doyoung next to you.

You turn and look at Doyoung, which surprises him, and he angles his body towards you in return. You look at his face, “hmm...” you think about it for a moment, “wine for sure.”

“What colour?” Doyoung asks, the words making his mouth run dry when his mind immediately jumps to the other situations where he uses this phrase, ie, the bedroom.

“Red, but I bet you’d drink white if you had to.”

Doyoung just stares at you, and Taeyong laughs, “wow, we have a little Sherlock Holmes on our hands. How did you guess?”

You shrug, “I feel like both of your drinks are classy drinks. You go harder with gin, no fruity bullshit, low calorie, easy to drink. He,” you look at Doyoung again, “is more... sophisticated.”

Both men laugh, and Taeyong immediately takes your words as an insult, his jaw dropping and his hand touching his chest.

“You know what I mean.” you roll your eyes at him.

“I do not.” Taeyong says in a wildly exaggerated tone.

“Okay, so you’re both classy, obviously.” you sigh, “but I don’t know, Doyoung just gives me slightly different vibes from you? I bet you like wine though.”

“He does.” Doyoung clarifies for you.

“And I bet you both like beef.” you point out, a conclusion that’s not hard to jump to seeing as they’re both Korean and meat is widely loved there, “red wine pairs nice with beef.”

“If you’re so smart,” Taeyong teases as your drinks come, “why did Doyoung order and Old Fashion and not wine?”

“He’s trying to impress me.” you say confidently, earning a loud laugh from Taeyong as Doyoung’s ears go read.

“I-” Doyoung looks for a way to defend himself but he can’t come up with one.

You place your hand on his forearm, “it’s okay, I’m impressed by your sexy drink.” you tease, enjoying talking with both of them, “Besides, there will always be another night for wine.”

You say it with certainty and Taeyong doesn’t even know how to react to it. You’re just so sexy and confident. He loves your aura.

“Can I come to wine night too?” he asks.

“Something tells me you two already have a wine night and I’m going to be the one invited in.” You say smoothly.

Taeyong sits back, a loud breath leaving his lips, “do you read minds?”

You laugh, “I wish, it would make things a lot easier if people were just honest. I’m so tired of people not saying how they’re feeling. Why bother with small talk you know?”

“I agree.” Taeyong sits forward, watching you carefully, “small talk is so boring, we should all just lay our kinks out on the table.”

“How many drinks have you had!?” Doyoung asks in shock, reaching to grab the Gin and Tonic away from the CEO who is grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Taeyong manages to safely hold his drink to his chest and out of Doyoung’s reach. Doyoung turns to you, “He’s drunk we should call him a cab.”

“I’m not drunk.” Taeyong insists.

“Yeah, he’s not drunk.” you agree with a giggle, enjoying Doyoung’s scandalized expression.

“See?” Taeyong smiles at Doyoung, enjoying the fact that you’re siding with him,

“Let’s make this even more fun.” you say, earning a questioning glance from the slightly inebriated man in front of you, “I guess a kink of yours, you guess a kink of mine.”

“Sounds good to me.” Taeyong sips his drink, “I’ll start. We’ll go easy. I bet you like choking.”

You laugh, “true. I bet you like choking too.” for a moment it feels too obvious, and then you add, “being choked, I mean.”

You hear Doyoung make a noise next to you, but you don’t look at him, eyes laser focused on the man who crumbles under your gaze. You see his skin begin to flush and the way he swallows thickly, trying to find the words to tell you you’re wrong, but he can’t.

“I rest my case.” You smile, turning to look at Doyoung, “and now for you.”

“I’m not part of this.” Doyoung immediately raises a hand but you’re already too busy diving into your sinful thoughts.

“I bet you like tying girls up.” you stated.

Doyoung’s jaw drops and Taeyong bursts out laughing.

“Explain.” Doyoung says, wanting to hear your thought process.

“You like control, you both do, you’re CEO’s. You want to take control, but it’s not always easy, ropes are. Or, wait, not ropes those are too,” you search for the word, “just, not as fun as silks would be. I bet you have really nice expensive ties just for sex.”

“She really is a mind reader.” Doyoung breathes.

“You think that’s good? Wait till you hear this,” you look between the both of them, “I would bet money, that both of you are interested in polyamory, which would explain me being here,” your eyes shift to Taeyong, “As if you didn’t know Doyoung would take me here, aren’t you two best friends?”

“Did you crash this on purpose!?” Doyoung realizes how right you are and his gaze turns to Taeyong who looks between the two of you with wide eyes.

“I thought you might bring her here, but I didn’t know for sure-”

“Have you two talked about this at all?” You ask, “have you two ever-” you look between the two of them and trail off.

Doyoung and Taeyong are both quick to say no, but you can tell by the frenzied glances that there’s something else going on that they’re not telling you.

“Spill your secrets.” you say, stirring your drink.

“Can we go back to small talk?” Doyoung questions.

“We can.” you shrug, “but if we go back to small talk, i’m definitely going to end the night in my own bed, alone.”

“So here’s the situation.” Taeyong sets down his drink and when his hands raise, you realize tea is about to be spilt, “Both of our ex’s used to get mad and say we spent too much time together-”

“They also didn’t really like each other, so we couldn’t really invite them to do things-”

“As if we would have wanted to.” Taeyong adds.

“So you spend a lot of time together and break up with your girlfriends over it. And now you want a girl who works well with both of you to come and join in the fun.” You clarify.

“There’s no fun happening right now.” Doyoung clarifies, “no sexual fun anyways.”

“So what kind of dynamic are you hoping for?” you ask.

“How about you guess Miss Holmes?” Taeyong teases.

You look between the two of them, “So here’s the way I see it. Taeyong, you’re a switch, but something tells me you’ve never explored it. Doyoung, you’re a dom, but I doubt Taeyong would listen to you if you tried to tell him to do anything. So I’m your sub,” you look at Doyoung, then to Taeyong, “and your switch.”

“Are you interested?” Taeyong asks, shocked that you’ve been able to read him so easily.

“Of course.” you smile, “but, I would like to get to know you two better first. I think dinner sounds like a good idea, and then maybe sometime this week we can have a wine night, if you’d both like to.”

“Really?” Taeyong looks at you with big eyes, “you’ll come to wine night on Saturday?”

“You guys have a day for it?” you nearly melt at how cute they are. You love their friendship already, “bet you even watch the Sunday cartoons together the next day.”

Doyoung’s hand slams down on the table, “okay, that’s it, you’re a mind reader.”

The rest of the night passes pleasantly. You’re taken aback by how easy it is to fit with these two men. They both seemed more reserved when you met them, but now that you’re invited into their little two person inner circle, you can see why their girlfriends were jealous of their chemistry.

You don’t think you’ve ever laughed this much in a night before, especially not with new people you’re just hanging out with for the first time.

The three of you all take great pains to elongate the night, even ordering dessert to share. Doyoung sits closer to you, and by the end of the night, his arm is around the back of your booth seat. You notice the way Taeyong’s demeanour changes as Doyoung gets closer to you, and you make a mental note that maybe he’s into vouyerism and being told to wait and watch.

When dessert is cleared, Doyoung sighs, “I guess it’s getting late and I should take you home.” He says to you, “you look like you need sleep.”

For a moment you consider just suggesting you all go to one of your homes to fuck out the energy, but Doyoung is right, and you are tired.

“I guess you’re right.” you sigh, and Doyoung stands up to exit the booth, “but this was really fun.” You follow the man you came in with, and Taeyong rises as well.

“I’ll walk with you two down to the cars.” he says. For a moment you’re going to ask about paying for dinner, then remember they don’t have to, it’s a company table and they probably have a tab, just like Mark had back at the club that first night.

As the three of you walk out, Taeyong’s finger’s lace with yours, he falls in step with you when you get to the valet. Doyoung leaves the two of you to go and talk to the man working, so that both cars can be brought up.

“Are you good to drive home by yourself?” you ask.

Taeyong laughs, “I’m fine.” he assures you, “I’ll see you Saturday?”

“If I’m still invited.” you tease.

“Of course you are.” he says immediately.

You notice the way he licks his lips, and you wonder what would happen if you simply moved forward and kissed him. But Doyoung returns, and you’re reminded that although the three of you have talked about becoming a throuple of sorts, you came to the restaurant on a date with Doyoung, and you should probably be semi loyal.

Instead, you hug Taeyong, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you Saturday.” He says when Doyoung opens the car door for you to get in.

“You will.” you smile.

The expensive car roars to life and this time, when Doyoung’s hand goes to your thigh, it stays there, “Thank you for tonight.” he says.

“No, thank you.” you put your hand on top of his where it’s warming your skin, “I had a wonderful time.”

“I mean, with Taeyong. He’s a bit of a mess sometimes. He overworks himself, and people are too hard on him. His last girlfriend wasn’t interested in being anything but a pillow princess submissive for him, she would get weird if he wasn’t fully dominant with her. But that’s not who he is, you know?”

“I think I’m starting to see that,” you nod, “it’s so sweet you care about each other so much. I’m sorry he had to go through that. Hopefully I can provide a safe space for everyone to explore and be comfortable.”

Doyoung’s hand squeezes your thigh, “who would have thought that the perfect girl was in the flower shop down the street from us this whole time.”

You smile, heart warming at his words.

When he pulls up to your apartment building, you turn to look at him. Instead of wondering what to do, Doyoung takes charge, his hands coming out to cup your face. He doesn’t kiss you right away, giving you a few seconds while he looks at you to pull away, in case you don’t want him. But you do, and the moment his lips meet yours, you want to melt into his embrace, but the car makes that difficult.

His lips are soft, confident, but soft. He pulls away all too quickly, and just like you’d left Taeyong looking breathless at the valet, Doyoung leaves you speechless. He laughs, “get up to your apartment safe okay? And I’ll text you about Saturday.”

You pout your lip out and Doyoung laughs, “what? Want another kiss?” You love how easy it is for him to slip into this dominant persona, and you nod quickly, eager for more before you get out of the car.

Doyoung leans forward again, but this time he kisses you harder, grip tightening in your hair. His teeth tease your bottom lip and a moan leaves your throat before you can stop it. Doyoung laughs, pulling away, “cute. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” The air feels much cooler when you leave Doyoung’s car, your skin burning from where he’s touched you.

On Saturday, you can barely contain yourself. From the moment you wake up until around dinner time, all you can think about is wine night.

Doyoung had texted you in the morning: “Hey gorgeous, wine night is at 8, I’ll pick you up to go to Taeyong’s at 7:45”

You enjoy Doyoung’s texting, he’s very curt and to the point. at 7:45 you’re waiting outside your apartment when the familiar luxury car pulls up. When you get in, Doyoung greets you with a soft kiss and, like last time, he denies you the satisfaction of it lasting longer than a few wonderful seconds.

“You look cute.” he tells you, taking in your outfit.

You’d laboured over this outfit for hours and called all your friends about it. Wine Night sounds fancy, but also it’s at his house, so do you go casual? Or fancy? You’d decided for a mix of both, nice pants and a black satan camisole, sexy, sleek, easy to move in, sophisticated comfortable.

Doyoung, as per usual, is in a full suit.

At least you don’t feel underdressed, you’re happy you hadn’t chosen sweatpants.

His fingers reach out to inspect some of the lacing on your camisole shirt, and you smack his hand away, giggling, “what are you doing?”

“Looking.” his voice is soft eyes still dipped down.

“That felt like touching.” you point out.

“You liked it.” Doyoung says, his hand now coming up to grab your face, “you love it when I touch you.” His dark eyes gaze into yours, then he releases you, hands going to the wheel “we don’t want to be late.”

“Why’s that?” you ask, curious if there’s something specific you’re getting there for.

“I just don’t like being late.” Doyoung responds. The car is quiet for a few moments, then Doyoung says, “Can I ask you a favour?”

“Sure.” you laugh.

“At the restaurant you said Taeyong won’t let me dom him, and you’re right about that, he never does what I say. But, if he’s going to try to be submissive for you, I think maybe you should tie him up.”

“You think so?” you giggle again, looking at Doyoung with a smile on your face.

Doyoung rolls his eyes, “I do.” he says, reaching out and putting his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze, “make him wait.”

“Like a good boy.” you add.

Doyoung laughs, “I think if you called him that he might combust.”

“It sounds like a good plan, but what are we going to do while he’s tied up?” you tease.

Doyoung grins, “you’ll find out later kitten.”

Taeyong’s apartment is the epitome of lavish. He has the penthouse in one of the tallest buildings in the city, and as soon as you step inside, the view captures your attention. Even as Taeyong hugs you, you sneak a peak at the dark skyline.

“This is cute.” Taeyong says when he pulls back, one hand staying on your waist to keep you close while the other comes up to brush the strap of your camisole.

“That’s what I said.” Doyoung enters the penthouse behind you, tossing his keys and wallet down on the entryway table, then he removes his suit jacket and hangs it up, also helping you with yours. You realize this might be like a second home for him.

“Can I give you a tour?” Taeyong asks, grabbing your hand. You allow him to pull you through his home, listening intently as he shows you the most important things in his life. His fish tank, which he set up himself, his art room, his work room. When you get to the door of his bedroom, you note the anxiety in his form, the way he runs a hand through his hair.

The room has a beautiful view of the city, and the bed in the middle of the room is massive. “This is my room.” Taeyong says, then laces his fingers with yours, “let’s go find Doyoung.”

At least now you know the way to the bed.

You walk past another door and stop, “what’s this room?” you ask.

“Spare bedroom,” Taeyong answers, opening the door and letting you peak inside, “Doyoung stays here sometimes.”

It looks clean, but at the same time, it looks like Doyoung may be staying here with semi frequency.

When the two of you arrive back in the kitchen, Doyoung has poured two glasses of wine, he looks up when you enter, “red or white?” he asks, showing you the bottles.

You make your choice and Doyoung gets you a drink. Soon, you all find yourself in the lavish living room. Conversation flows easily, the three of you covering all sort of topics. When Taeyong admits to enjoying slow dancing to classic music, you can’t help but insist on him turning music on so you can dance together.

Doyoung stays seated, a vision of sophistication as he sips his wine. His eyes watch the way Taeyong lightly takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. The music is soft and pleasant and you can tell from the way Taeyong’s eyes glimmer that this is a pass time he really enjoys. When you’re tucked to his chest, with his hand on the small of your back and the other holding yours, you realize why.

“You’re a good dancer.” You note. Even though the moves aren't too difficult, Taeyong has impeccable sense of rhythm.

He smiles softly at you, “Doyoung is too.”

“Really?” you turn your head to look at the man seated on the couch watching you with a gaze that you realize has turned hungry. He’s no longer smiling at the cute interaction, his eyes are dark, and his wine glass is nearly empty where it sits now discarded on the coffee table.

“I prefer to watch.” Doyoung says, voice mirroring the shift in his body language. His tone excites you, or maybe that’s the very slight buzz from the alcohol that’s making your skin tingle.

“I thought you both like watching?” you smirk, reaching for the seated man and letting go of Taeyong. His hands slowly release you and Doyoung stands, accepting your offer of a dance. Taeyong takes a seat on the couch, but unlike Doyoung, he doesn’t sip his wine while he watches, he gives you his full attention.

Doyoung pulls you tightly to his chest and you turn away from Taeyong to look into his eyes, smiling at him.

“What?” he asks, his hand warm against the small of your back.

“I’m just happy to be here.” you confess, feeling your skin heat at the admission.

You’re rewarded when Doyoung lets go of your body in favour of cupping your face, his lips meeting yours a moment later. You melt into it, eagerly swiping your tongue along his bottom lip to taste him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck in an attempt to get even closer.

One of Doyoung’s hands lets go of your face, slipping down to your waist so he can bunch up the fabric of your camisole. “Take this off.” he says roughly against your lips.

“Take it off for me.” you whine.

Doyoung’s hand moves from your cheek to your throat, fingers tightening and making you gasp against his lips, eyes opening to look into his dark ones, “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” He tells you firmly.

You smile even as Doyoung’s tight remains on your neck, he releases you a little to allow you to speak. “Taeyong, be a good boy and come take my shirt off.” You keep your eyes on Doyoung the whole time, smile widening when his grip increases again.

He has to admit, he enjoys the fire you have. He’s used to submissive, but you’re something else, a switch. New for both him and Taeyong. He’s going to have to get accustomed to you talking back to him, challenging him a little.

Taeyong is now behind you, he can’t help but lean forward, lips teasing your bare shoulder delicately, as if he’s testing the waters. Taeyong’s hands go to your waist, slowly lifting the silky material of your shirt, exposing more and more skin.

Doyoung releases your throat, and this allows for Taeyong to lift your shirt off completely, revealing the cute bralette underneath.

Taeyong’s fingers go back to your bare waist, digging into your skin as he presses himself against your ass. You can feel how hard he is and you reach behind yourself to lace your fingers through his soft hair, bringing his lips to your neck.

Doyoung stays close to your chest, simply watching you react to the man behind you who is eager to please. Taeyong’s hands trail up slowly, fingers reaching your bra line and brushing the skin there as a test.

You react by moving his hand higher until it’s places over your breast, squeezing you through the thin material of your bralette. He can feel your nipple peaked through the flimsy fabric and Taeyong groans against your neck, eager to suck a mark into your skin and commemorate the moment as he grinds against your ass to reach his own inklings of pleasure.

Your grip in Taeyong’s hair tightens as his teeth scrape across your neck, and he groans at the slight pain, fingers flexing as they dig into your waist.

“Bedroom.” Doyoung announces, turning and leaving the two of you to follow him.

You stumble forward but Taeyong doesn’t want to let up on you, his grip firm, lips continuing to press kisses to your neck.

“Let’s go.” you laugh.

Taeyong groans, hand moving up from your breast to your chin to force you to turn your head so he can finally kiss you on the lips.

You moan nearly immediately, it being the first real kiss the two of you have shared. As much as you want it to last, as much as you want to simply fall into his soft lips, you’re also eager to follow Doyoung’s instructions and move to the bedroom.

You tear yourself away from Taeyong, and his eyes snap open, lower lip pouting out as he sees you dance away from him. “Come on,” you say, holding out a hand for him to grab and be pulled after you towards his room.

When you get there, the two of you stop in the door way, Taeyong once more solidifying himself behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, head on your shoulder.

Doyoung is holding a box and pulls a pair of fuzzy handcuffs from it with a laugh, twiddling them around a finger. They don’t seem his style, but you remember you’re in Taeyong’s house, which means the toys here are his.

You mind shifts back to what Doyoung said in the car.

“Tae?” you say, earning a “hmm?” from the man pressed against your back.

He allows you to turn around in his arms, facing him for the first time. You take in his beautiful features, the big eyes and the cute scar on his cheekbone. He’s so perfect.

You can’t help but lean in and kiss him again, once more grabbing at his soft hair, especially since tugging it earns you throaty moans that make your skin tingle in excitement.

You feel Doyoung’s hands land on your waist and you allow him to guide the two of you through the room while you kiss. You’re completely enraptured by Taeyong’s lips, trusting Doyoung to lead you where you need to be.

You feel Doyoung grab your hand, putting the handcuffs into it, and realize where Doyoung has led the two of you. There’s a small table with two chairs near one of the floor to ceiling windows, and you can imagine that in the mornings this would be the most wonderful place to watch the sunrise. It’s also a good place to handcuff Taeyong to a chair.

You push Taeyong onto one of the chairs, immediately moving to straddle him, hands setting on his shoulders. Taeyong grips your waist, forcing you down so you can feel his cock as it rubs between your legs, both of you still too clothed to feel what you want to feel.

“Keep your eyes closed baby boy.” you whisper as you move your kisses from his lips to his throat, forcing his head to the side so you have access to his pretty neck. You pepper the skin with love bites and soft kisses that make him whimper beneath you, eyes shut as he follows your instruction.

“You like being called baby boy, don’t you?” you coo, nipping at his ear and sending a shiver running through his body.

His fingers dig into your hips, “Yeah.”

While you distract him with your words and your touches, you manage to get his wrist near the leg of the table, handcuffing him quickly. Taeyong reacts to the new confinement, jumping a little beneath you, his eyes opening.

“Thought I told you to keep your eyes shut.” you coo when he looks at you, confused. You press a kiss to his lips to stop any questions, “Now you’re going be good and watch right?”

“Watch?” Taeyong repeats the word, eyes looking so doe like they make your heart feel fuller.

“Yeah,” you stroke his face, “watch.”

Doyoung lifts you off of Taeyong, leaving the man cuffed to the table while he escorts you to the bed, pushing you lightly onto the foot of it.

“Safe word for everyone is red.” Doyoung tells you, making sure Taeyong knows as well, just in case.

“My safe word is unicorn.” Taeyong insists.

“No it’s not. It’s red.” Doyoung says again, “You’re tied to a table, you don’t get to choose.”

His gaze returns to you, laying on the bed now, propped up on your elbows to watch the scene unfold. Doyoung’s eyes trail down your body, and his hand reaches out, playing with the bottom of your pants, “take these off.” he instructs.

You immediately follow instruction, lifting your hips to make it easier. Once your pants are gone, it leaves you in your cute panties and the matching bralette. Doyoung’s eyes trail over your body, “so pretty.” he muses.

“How’s the view for Tae?” you ask, keeping your eyes on Doyoung who smirks at you. You both know Taeyong’s view isn’t fabulous.

“Who cares?” Doyoung retorts, fingers trailing over your skin of your ankle. “So soft.” he says, affecting both you and Taeyong in different ways.

You try hard not to look at Taeyong, which is part of the power dynamic you and Doyoung are making.

Doyoung gets a better grip on your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed, then letting go. “Help Sir with his belt Princess.”

Sir?!

You swear to god you get 10x wetter with that one word, and Doyoung’s smile widens, knowing the effect it has on you. You lick your lips and sit up, hands reaching out to work on getting his pants off.

Doyoung’s fingers brush over your arm and push down one of your bra straps softly, you hardly notice, too focused on your task at hand. Just as you’re about to claim your prize, Doyoung grabs your hands, stopping you and making you look up at him.

“So eager to suck my cock that you’re neglecting someone.” Doyoung’s voice is quiet, and your eyes shift to Taeyong for the first time in a while.

He’s leaning forward in his chair, eyes wide, lips parted.

“What do you want Pretty Boy?” you question sweetly.

He licks his lips and you know immediately what he’s going to ask for, “a taste.”

Doyoung laughs, moving to the side to allow you to stand and go over to the man still handcuffed to a table. One look at it tells you it’s sturdy, and you immediately know what you’re going to do.

You stop just out of Taeyong’s reach, turning to face Doyoung who has sat down on the bed and is watching you with a lazy grin. You strip out of your bralette first, making sure to tease Taeyong by not facing him. You hear him whine a little at the action, but he goes quiet when you start swaying your hips, putting on a show.

You slide your hands along your own body, letting the men watch you as you slowly slip out of your panties.

Once you’re naked, you move over to Taeyong, laying down on the table. He spreads your legs for you, mouth diving into your heat without a moments hesitation. It’s the first time either of them have really touched you where you’ve needed them, and you moan at the feeling.

Taeyong’s hair is soft between your fingers, and his own hands have your legs placed over his shoulders. He groans when you pull a little, and vibrations run through your body, making your toes curl.

Taeyong eats you out like a starving man, not afraid to completely ravage you. His fingers flex, digging into your thighs roughly.

His lips wrap around your clit and your body jolts, a whimper leaving your lips.

“How’s it feel baby?” Doyoung asks, watching the whole thing with interest. He’s not sure why this is so satisfying, but he can hardly stop from palming himself through his pants. Usually he has pretty good control, but this is something new, and he’s not sure how to react.

“Feels so good.” You answer, earning a groan from the man between your legs.

Taeyong’s left hand moves up, only to be stopped by the handcuff. Taeyong growls roughly into your pussy, wrist thrashing a little, then he pulls back. You moan at the loss, only to realize Taeyong’s done playing games.

“Doyoung, key.” Taeyong says expectantly.

Doyoung sighs but retrieves it from his pocket, tossing it at the man between your legs, who catches it easily and uncuffs himself. Then he’s standing, pulling you up so he can kiss you.

You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes you groan, legs tightening around his waist to drag him closer while you go for his belt. One of his hands makes a fist in your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss your neck, his other hand moves to massage your breast.

You lick your lips, breathing heavily, trying to focus on getting his pants down.

His hand moves down to your pussy while his lips trail down to capture a nipple in their mouth, moving him out of the reach of your hands. You swallow thickly, “take this off-” you moan grabbing at his shirt, but stopping when two of his fingers enter your core.

You pull at his hair, “need you,” you whine, dragging his face back up to yours.

“So many demands.” Taeyong says, voice a low growl that you’re not used to. HIs digits crook inside of you, finding a sweet spot that has you nearly cumming, already so worked up from his mouth and now his fingers.

He still has a grip on your hair, and the pain mixes with the pleasure, his lips crashing against yours again. After a moment, he lets go of your hair, but you barely notice, focused entirely on the feeling of his fingers inside you. He eats up every moan, working you closer and closer until- just as you’re about to explode, his fingers are gone. You whine loudly but the whine turns into a moan when his cock pushes into you.

Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, eyes clenching shut as your pussy clamps down on his cock, cumming as he finds a steady rhythm, working you through your entire orgasm as you nearly cry against his lips.

You’re a whimpering mess when you come down from the high, gripping him tightly as he smoothly thrusts in and out. He stops kissing you, hand cupping your face so he can look at you, “are you okay?” he asks.

“Feels so good.” you respond, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then move to his neck, eager to find a sweet spot. Taeyong reacts to the kisses, body shivering a little, his grip moving to your waist as his thrusts get harder.

You remember Doyoung and open your eyes. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, shirt gone, but his pants are still on, getting a good view, but otherwise not touching himself. He has a slightly worried look on his face and your reminded of thinking about it when you first met him. When he notices your eyes on him, he winks.

You grip Taeyong tighter, kissing his neck again, then his jaw. The table is moving dangerously close to the glass windows that overlook the entire city, and Taeyong notices. His grip on you tightens and he lifts you suddenly, making your heart lurch in shock, but then you’re on the bed.

Taeyong flips you onto your tummy, has hands forcing your hips up so he can slide into you again. You push yourself up and see Taeyong has positioned you with your head near the foot of the bed, and Doyoung is looking down at you.

His belt is gone, but you hardly notice as you tear open his pants and force them down. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock and a hard thrust from Taeyong send you forward on his friend. With a hand on Doyoung’s thigh, and one on the bed, you’re able to hold yourself up and allow Doyoung to use your mouth while Taeyong works you from behind.

Taeyong’s grip on your waist is getting tighter.

“Do you like sucking on my cock princess?” Doyoung’s voice cuts through the silence.

Taeyong laughs.

Doyoung pulls his cock from your mouth and grabs your face, forcing you to look at him, “answer me.”

“I love sucking your cock Sir.”

The room feels frozen for a moment, Taeyong’s hips faltering and Doyoung’s jaw drops a little. Hearing Doyoung refer to himself as Sir is one thing, hearing you remember it and refer to it without prompting is another.

“Fuck.” Taeyong moans loudly, fingers digging into your waist again as he finds a fast rhythm, chasing his own orgasm, and yours as well. You both fall over the edge together, moaning as you collapse into the bed, body unable to do anything but feel the pleasure.

Taeyong stays inside of you for a moment and then pulls out.

A different body takes his place and for a moment you’d forgotten Doyoung.

“What a mess Baby.” Doyoung says. You hear Taeyong laughs even as he puts on some sweatpants and takes a seat to watch. He thinks Doyoung’s dirty talk is hilarious, but Doyoung is used to ignore teasing from his fellow CEO’s.

He’s also used to making them bite their tongues.

“Can you put your arms behind your back for me?” Doyoung asks sweetly, reaching for your hands to help. To do this means you are face down in the bed, completely at his mercy. “What’s your safe word?” Doyoung asks, and you feel the leather bite to your wrists.

You can hardly think to answer as he does a few loops, obviously well versed in belt bondage.

“Safe word.” he repeats, tightening the bonds and making you moan.

“Red.” you answer.

“And right now?”

“Green?” you guess thats the right response although you’ve only talked about red. The traffic light system is well known you think.

You feel his cock at your entrance and you take a breath in preparation. He somehow manages to thrust into you and pull you up by the belt cuffs at the same time. The pleasure mixes with the pain of your arms, his cock hitting incredible angles that make your toes curl.

One of his arms wraps around your front and you feel his lips on your shoulder. His thrusts are shallow bit that just makes you crazier, wanting him to go rougher. You struggle a little in his grasp, feeling odd to be completely at his mercy, and he chuckles against your skin.

“What do you want princess?” he asks.

“Rougher.” you answer.

Doyoung lets out a sigh and you know you’re in for it.

He releases you and you fall face first into the bed, unable to brace yourself with your arms which are tied behind you back. The bed hurts a little, and you twist your face to the side so it’s just your cheek buried in the fabric.

Taeyong is still watching, and his cock is out again, his fist wrapped around it while his eyes take in the scene.

Doyoung grips your hips and begins to thrust into you harder. The angle is intense, especially when he grabs at your hands and forces your arms back a little more, sending small amounts of pain shooting through to your shoulders.

You cry out at the motion, tingles erupting over your body as your orgasm dances just out of reach. “Tell me how much you love the pain Baby.” Doyoung’s voice interrupts your mind fog, and you lick your lips, eager to deliver what he wants as quickly as possible.

“Fuck, Sir, it feels so good.” you moan.

A smack echos through the room and your body reacts as pain blossoms across your ass cheek, a mewl leaving your lips.

“Sir, please-” you whimper, burying your face in the blankets.

“Cum for me kitten.” Doyoung’s voice is low and he tugs again on your wrists, forcing you up slightly, which angles his cock against your g-spot and makes stars dance across your vision.

You clench your eyes shut as your orgasm smashes into you, Doyoung allowing you to fall back into the bed while you struggle in your binds, body nearly shaking with pleasure. Doyoung becomes rougher behind you as he cums as well, and it prolongs your orgasm until you’re a whimpering mess.

Doyoung releases your hands from the belt and slips out of you, “Let’s go shower.” he says, pulling you onto wobbly feet. You can hardly think, body on autopilot as you follow Doyoung to the bathroom.

Soon, you’re in the shower, pressed between two bodies. The three of you are all tired, from the wine and the sex. Taeyong likes to be behind you, you’re noticing, whereas Doyoung prefers your front. They both press lazy kisses against your skin, enjoying the warmth of the shower and your body sandwiched between the two of them.

In these quiet moments, it’s easy to see that the two men care about each other and have the capacity to get along well, moving nearly in unison, or as if they can reach each other’s minds, when they get you out of the shower and wrap you in a towel.

You find yourself back in bed, and you look at Taeyong, “be my small spoon?” you ask, earning that doe eyed look from the pretty man who follows your request.

You wrap yourself tightly to his back, squeezing him slightly and pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder. You feel his body relax in your embrace, a happy sigh leaving his lips.

Doyoung gets into bed behind you and soon you feel him at your back. His breath sends tingles across your neck and it makes you smile, fully relaxing into the situation.

Falling asleep between them is easier than when you sleep alone, and the sleep is long and restful, fuelled by dreams of them.

When you wake up in the morning, both men are still asleep, and you momentarily bask in the warmth and the notion that you’re the only one witnessing this peaceful moment.

Taeyong’s body shifts and he pulls on the covers, wrapping himself tighter. This motion brings the covers off of Doyoung’s sleeping body, and a worried frown appears on the sleeping man’s face. His hands grasping for blanket and tugging it back.

You try to stop a giggle, enjoying the fact that their relationship is turbulent even while asleep. You’re used to this already. And there’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be.

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