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Yoongi has not one, but two brats in his life. And they will be the death of him.
He had been dating Jimin for a year before they met Taehyung, and even though Jimin had always kept things spicy in the bedroom, adding Tae took them to a whole new level. His piercing, breathy presence ignited something in Jimin that transformed the way he brought Yoongi pleasure. Where before they had fallen easily into daddy and baby roles in bed, Jimin and Tae together were an absolute menace, leading Yoongi to unleash a more dominant, commanding part of himself. Their sex life as a trio was blazing hot with no limit in sight.
In everyday life, however, Jimin and Tae's brattiness was not always pleasurable. They were soulmates on too many levels, able to maintain trust and connection while stirring each other up over the smallest things. Case in point, them begging Yoongi to bring them to this miniature golf course and then doing nothing but fight the entire time.
"Yah," Jimin shouts, pointing to Tae's club. "That counts as a stroke."
"No, it doesn't," Tae shouts back. "I was just moving the ball from the edge."
"You're supposed to move it no more than three inches. It's in the middle of the lane now!"
"You did the same thing on the third hole!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Yes, you did!"
Yoongi sighs. They are too similar sometimes, digging at each other in the exact same way. It's effortless to them and when they get going like this, it grates on Yoongi's nerves to no end. "Just take your next shot, Tae," he calls out.
"Hyung, hyung," Jimin whines, approaching him. "You saw what he did, right?"
"Even if he did, it's a legal move," Tae whines in his own defense, chasing behind Jimin.
"Not the way you did it!"
"It was just a few inches!"
"No, it wasn't!"
"Yes, it was!"
Yoongi yowls, fed up. The sun is too hot and he's not in the mood for this. Jimin and Tae stop their fighting and watch as Yoongi walks straight up the fake grass fairway, takes a large step over the shallow water feature, and ducks behind the fake castle facade. Or is it a windmill? Whatever it is, it's his salvation right now. He needs peace for a damn second.
The area behind the castle is completely shaded by the adjacent trees and hidden from view. Yoongi feels the drop in temperature immediately and exhales gratefully. The ground at his feet is moist and thickly covered with sticks and fallen leaves, but Yoongi doesn't care - it's an oasis as far as he's concerned. Trickling sounds from the water feature drift into the cocooned space, adding to the spa feel.
Yoongi closes his eyes and leans back against the windmill castle structure, which thankfully is sturdy enough to support his weight. He'll punish his boyfriends for their brattiness later, but he needs to get through the afternoon first. Being a daddy in bed is one thing - being an actual daddy to man children is far less interesting.
Jimin's voice breaks his reverie. "Hyung?"
Yoongi doesn't open his eyes. He hears feet shuffling against the ground and senses the physical presence of Jimin invading his space yet again.
Then another voice. "We're sorry, hyung." So Taehyung is here too. Yoongi finally opens his eyes to see his boyfriends squeezed into the space behind the castle with him, looking at him with remorse, their pouty lips pouting. "Are you okay?" Tae asks.
"I'm fine. I just need a moment alone."
"But we came here to be together," Jimin says guiltily. "We're sorry about the fighting."
"It's okay, Jimin-ah. I know you guys are just having fun."
Jimin looks genuinely sad. "But we can't have fun if you're not having fun too."
Yoongi sighs, his annoyance at them melting away as he looks at their angelic faces. They want so much to be good to him, but they know they screwed up.
"Why don't we just go home?" Jimin offers.
Tae makes a sound. "But... we paid for three hours."
Jimin pinches Tae's arm hard. "Can you be a good partner right now?"
"I am a good partner," Tae says defensively, clutching his arm.
"Then stop thinking about yourself and think about what hyung needs."
God, not again. "I don't need anything," Yoongi mumbles, shutting his eyes again, willing them to leave him alone.
But that is definitely not what happens next.
Yoongi's eyes are closed so he doesn't observe the shift in the air before Jimin asks, "Not even us?" He feels Jimin's hand slide along his waist, circling to his back. "Don't you need us, hyung?"
Yoongi's eyes drift open, but Jimin is already nuzzling into his neck, dropping soft, wet kisses against his skin. So Yoongi's eyes settle on Tae, watching as his expression turns darker, his tongue swiping lazily across his lips. "We need you," he says breathily, all signs of childishness gone. Dark Tae is here now and Yoongi knows he's about to be ruined.
Tae takes a confident step forward, placing one hand on the castle wall next to him and sliding the other down to Yoongi's crotch. But he doesn't lean in for a kiss - merely hovers his face close to Yoongi's - taunting and teasing him. "Brat," Yoongi grits through his teeth before reaching up to grasp Tae's hair and pull him forward, connecting their mouths.
And suddenly Yoongi's respite from the heat is gone as his boyfriends work to arouse him, their hands moving everywhere along his body, pressing him against the wall as they rile him up. Yoongi tongues deeply into Tae's mouth as Jimin's hand also reaches down to palm Yoongi's quickly hardening cock, eliciting a guttural moan from his throat.
Which is their cue to start with the sounds. Soft, sweet whimpers humming from their lips that they know makes Yoongi insane with desire. The sounds they're making, mixed with the illicit nature of it all, turns Yoongi on so fast. He pulls Tae's head away with one hand, using the other to reach for Jimin's face and pull him into a kiss next. He devours Jimin's mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside.
Tae presses his mouth against Yoongi's jaw, licking at his skin. "Can we? Will you let us?" he rasps into Yoongi's ear, massaging his crotch faster.
Jimin moans into his boyfriend's mouth before pulling away. "Yes, can we?"
Yoongi looks at his boyfriends as they stroke him through his pants, wanting to make him feel good. They're always so good to him. He responds by removing his hands from their bodies and quickly unbuttoning his pants. Jimin and Tae drop to their knees immediately, their mouths open and ready. Yoongi pushes his pants down his hips. "Wait," he says forcefully. They look up at him, eyes widening at the directive, the energy shifting deliciously.
Yoongi pushes his briefs down slowly - so slowly - to expose his erect cock and their eyes glaze over with lust. "Wait," he says again, punishing them for bringing him out to this place, punishing them for being bad boys.
"Yoongi," Jimin says thirstily. "Let us..."
"Wait," Yoongi growls again, his fingers languidly gliding along his cock before taking hold of it and brushing the tip ever so lightly across Jimin's lips and then Tae's. When Tae attempts to chase it with his tongue, Yoongi grasps his chin firmly. "No," Yoongi commands, fire in his eyes, his voice firm. "You need to wait." Tae retracts his tongue, sufficiently reprimanded.
Yoongi starts to stroke his own cock - slowly, deliberately - enjoying the hazy desperation he sees bloom across his boyfriend's faces. They want him so bad. He stares them down as he drawls, "Bad boys deserve to be punished.... don't they?" Jimin and Tae nod helplessly, eyes fixated on the movements of Yoongi's hand. "How should I punish you? Should I come without letting you touch me even once? Maybe order you to not to touch me or each other for the rest of the day."
"No," Tae whines. "We need it. We need..."
"What do you need, my babies? Tell me."
"We need you," Jimin all but cries. "Need to make you feel good. Need you so bad, hyung."
Yoongi's eyes dip lower and he notices Jimin palming his own crotch. Then he sees Tae has been doing the same, starting to reach his other hand towards Jimin. "Stop," Yoongi instructs. "No touching yourselves or each other. Not till I say so."
They remove their hands immediately, moaning with need. "Please... please, hyung..." Jimin says, clutching at his own thighs instead.
"Who wants it more? You?" Yoongi asks, reaching down his free hand to caress Jimin's cheek. "Or you?" he asks, glancing over at Tae's piercing eyes.
"Me," Tae responds quickly.
"No, me," Jimin says, looking almost pained, he's so turned on. "Give it to me, daddy. Please..."
Yoongi hums, satisfied with their submissive imploring. "You're both so good for me. Why can't you be this good all the time?"
"We can be good," Jimin pleads.
"So good... so good..." Tae adds.
Liquid fire blazes through Yoongi's veins, he's so turned on by seeing his boyfriends beg. But he knows their time might be limited back there, so he relents. "Get ready," he murmurs before grabbing Jimin by the hair and pulling his mouth onto his cock. Jimin gags immediately, but he knows the wince of pleasure in Jimin's eyes. So he starts thrusting into his boyfriend's mouth, just fast enough to send himself hurtling towards his orgasm.
Tae yelps with jealousy, unable to touch himself, unable to touch either of them, unable to do anything but watch helplessly as Jimin's mouth gets fucked. But Yoongi only goes a bit longer before he pulls out and grabs Tae's head to pull him onto his cock next. Tae's deep groan of satisfaction sends Yoongi's eyes rolling back, and he thrusts and thrusts.
Yoongi is careful to only give Tae as much as he gave Jimin, so soon he is pushing Tae off his cock too. Returning to stroking himself, he looks down as his boyfriends watch him obediently, waiting for their next order. Finally - "Both of you. At the same time." He releases his cock just as their mouths and hands attack him.
They're good at this, taking turns sucking him off, stroking him, giving him so much pleasure. Yoongi leans his head back against the wall and runs his fingers through his hair, moaning powerfully as his boyfriends bring him closer and closer to the edge. "Yes," he groans. "Yes... so good... so fucking good..." Jimin and Tae speed their movements, so eager to please, enjoying themselves so much.
Yoongi could prolong the competition between them, prolonging his gratification, but the once cool feeling of that shaded, tucked away space is quickly becoming unbearably hot and he needs his release. So he looks down at them, sliding his hands down to caress their necks in encouragement as he says, "Do it. Make me come. Make me... make me..." They hum and moan against his cock as they lick, suck, and stroke him harder and faster until Yoongi throws his head back and comes, down whose throat he doesn't even know. His eyes fall closed and he thrusts his hips forward, enjoying every trembling second of his climax, panting and grunting. Jimin and Tae eventually stop, knowing how sensitive their hyung gets after he comes.
Yoongi hears shuffling and feels his men stand and tuck their faces into either side of his neck. "Was that good for you, hyung? Did we do good?" they ask.
"Very good," he replies, giving them their praise as he curls his arms around their waists. "So good, my babies. You're so good." They wrap their arms around him too and for a moment, they breathe together, enjoy the feeling of closeness.
But soon enough, he feels them both grinding their clothed cocks against his body, they're still so turned on. Yoongi knows he has a choice. He can make them wait for their own release until they get home and he can punish them properly, but then he knows Tae will want to finish their mini golf game before leaving. It's ridiculous, but he knows Tae so well by now - he can't stand wasting money.
So he makes the other choice.
Untangling himself from their bodies, he steps forward and turns until he's facing them as they lean against the castle facade. He gives his first instruction as he tucks himself back into his underwear. "Face each other, but don't touch."
Tae obeys immediately. Jimin gives Yoongi an incredulous look before following suit. "No touching," Yoongi repeats. "Take one step closer." He can see the devilish dark expression on Tae's face as he steps closer. Jimin looks so helpless in comparison, but Yoongi sees the glint in his eye and knows he is enjoying this.
"What now, daddy?" Tae mutters, staring at Jimin like he wants to eat him alive. Because he does.
"Push down your pants. Just enough. Like I did."
The rapid movement of their hands betray their cool expressions as they quickly unbutton their pants and expose their stiff cocks. They immediately look down at each other, their mouths watering.
"Don't look down," Yoongi commands. "Only at each other."
So they look up, staring deeply into each other's eyes, thick desperation mixed with desire. "Please," Jimin calls out. "Can we touch?"
"Please," Tae breathes, destroying Jimin with his dark stare. "I want my hands on him."
"I want it too," Jimin says, responding directly to Tae.
"No," Yoongi says, reaching into his pocket for the tube he always carries. He's learned to be prepared with these two. "You still haven't gotten your punishment. Keep your eyes on each other."
He watches as their eyes widen in recognition at the sound of the tube opening and closing. Yoongi rubs his hands together to distribute the lube he dispensed. Stepping forward, he says with a low growl, "You've both been so bad, but so good. So here's your reward and your punishment." Reaching down, he takes a cock in each hand and starts to stroke slowly, watching as their eyes open and close in pleasure, their mouths panting and groaning openly.
"Oh... Yoongi… Yes..." Jimin manages. Tae just moans, his teeth gnashing together.
"One step closer," Yoongi commands. They step closer until their bodies are almost touching and their lips are just an inches away from each other.
Yoongi's thumbs are touching each other now as he jacks them off, sometimes changing the angle of his hands, changing the pace, driving them insane. "You will come at the same time or not at all," he declares.
"Daddy... please..." Jimin says, his voice weak and plaintive. "I'm so close."
"Me too," Tae adds, nodding. "Me too."
But Yoongi isn't ready for that, so he squeezes their dicks at the base to cut off their pleasure. Jimin almost cries from the denial. "No... no, please..."
Tae involuntarily shoots a hand out to grasp Jimin's arm. "I said no touching," Yoongi snaps.
Tae removes his hand immediately. "I'm sorry.... so sorry... please..."
Yoongi starts to stroke them again, painfully slow. "Like I said, you will come together or not at all."
"Yes, daddy," his boyfriends say in unison.
Now Yoongi takes his time, enjoying the feeling of their cocks in his hands. He gets off on how pliant they are for him, how needy. He can feel himself getting hard again, which happens all the time with these two.
He keeps going until even he reaches a breaking point and shoves his own underwear down again, stroking himself quickly for a bit, groaning with relief before putting his hands back on them.
"Yoongi... please... can we come?" Tae is practically shaking.
"Yes, I wanna come all over Tae's cock."
Tae groans at Jimin's words. "Yes, yes, please come on me. I want to come on you too."
"Patience," Yoongi reminds them. "This is your punishment."
"We're sorry," Jimin says, his voice pitching up an octave. "So sorry... let us come... please..."
"I'll never ask us to go mini golfing again," Tae says in a rush. "We can go home after this. Just let us come... please...."
The magic words and music to Yoongi's ears. "One step closer," he orders. Now their chests are pressed together and they have to strain to not touch their lips. Yoongi pulls their cocks together and frots them with both hands, earning an almost deranged cry from them both.
"Oh god... oh my god!" Jimin starts to babble. "Yes... yes, yes!"
Yoongi watches them closely as they start to fall apart, reaching the edge as he continues to stroke them together. Until finally, he gives them their final command - "Kiss."
Jimin and Tae attack each other, tongues diving into each other other mouths, making the most sinful sounds as they express all of their arousal in the most intense kiss. They look like they're sucking life from each other as Yoongi strokes them faster and faster until they're coming all over each other and his hands, moaning their orgasms into each other's mouths. They're still trembling when Yoongi quickly uses one hand to stroke himself to a second orgasm, stepping forward and coming weakly over the mess they already made.
Now officially spent, Yoongi slumps forward, leaning against their bodies and the wall as they all pant together, coming down from their highs.
"That was amazing," Jimin says first. "I love you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," Yoongi replies. "Both of you."
"I love us," Tae hums.
It takes them several moments to catch their breaths, the atmosphere now tender and gentle as they deliver reverent kisses to each other, swimming in the feeling of affectionate closeness. Eventually, they untangle their bodies, clean themselves as best they can with tissues from their pockets, and straighten their clothing. When they are ready to go, Yoongi presses a soft, loving kiss onto each of their cheeks. "Let's go home," he says, and they smile back at him with complete adoration.
They walk out from behind the castle facade, startling a family of five gathered at the start of the fairway. "Oh!" the father exclaims. "Where did you come from?" Yoongi just smiles, pleased at the confirmation that nothing they did back there was heard, thanks to the sound of the water feature and the screaming kids around them.
Tae gives a non-descript wave. "We were fetching a ball from behind the castle." They walk past the family and are almost home free when the daughter asks, "Appa, where's their ball?" They manage to get a few more steps away before bursting into laughter. Another vignette to add to the story of their lives together that they'll never, ever forget.