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to celebrate yoongi's first big break, you give him a proper treat.

It's not a big deal.

Okay, it's a little bit of a big deal. But is it a big enough deal to warrant all this splurging? Yoongi doesn't know, as he watches you swipe your credit card on the machine, his stomach pleasantly full of extremely expensive steak. (He doesn't even know how much the bill actually comes to; the menu didn't have prices, that's how fancy this place is.) But damn, was it tasty. And watching you try not to spill anything on your only nice dress was very entertaining indeed.

"Babe, stop it," you snap, drawing his attention to your slight pout.

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."

"You're thinking again."

"It may surprise you, but I do that sometimes."

You roll your eyes. "You know what I mean. Get out of that snarky," he gives you a look, "but cute mind. All of this is worth it, Yoongi. Your song, going platinum? Of course we have to celebrate!"

"But it's just one song and there were four other producers—"

"No. You're not allowed to downplay yourself like that." You reach over the table, grabbing his hand. You squeeze until he's smiling (a little exasperatedly) right back at you. He likes the attention, even if it does make him squirm. He deserves to feel proud of how hard he worked. Speaking of, you check your watch and wince at the time. "Come on, we have to go!"

"There's still more?" Yoongi asks, downing the bit of bubbly alcohol left in his flute before pulling on his blazer.

"Duh. Have you ever known me to half-ass anything?"

"Nope. Never." His eyes wane as he laughs, flashing those pink gums. "Drives me nuts."

Stepping into the elevator, he bundles you close against him as it begins to descend. He presses an easy kiss to your cheek while he links your warm fingers together, wordlessly rubbing his thumb on your skin. His tell, for when he's feeling especially close to you. Your heart grows two sizes bigger.

You're right on time when you reach the ground floor, dragging Yoongi along to the front of the building. You swivel your head, looking for—ah.

When Yoongi sees the sleek black limousine pull up in front of you, his jaw absolutely drops. You resolve it was worth every won to rent the thing.

"You didn't."

"I totally did."

The young chauffeur steps out of the driver's seat with a friendly smile and a bow. You return both when he opens the backseat door for you two. "Thank you," you say, and climb in.

"Where did you even find one of these?" Yoongi is still incredulous as he follows you inside, running his fingers along the nice leather. Limos of this size are rare around town, so you get his disbelief.

You shrug like it was no biggie. "Jungkook knows a guy who knows a guy."

"Wow. He's well connected for a kid." He says it without malice; Jungkook is who he went straight to when he was looking for a flower guy for your first anniversary. That bouquet had been damn magnificent.

Yoongi's still looking at the full bottles of wine and whiskey that line the sides when the car starts to move. "Where're we heading?" Some notes of an R&B influenced song float through the air.

"Taking the long way home, so settle in."

Among all this luxury, Yoongi's a sight to behold in his dark suit, legs slightly spread, arms stretched, plump lips still a bit wet and doubly enticing. It's with a smile that you shuffle towards him, messing up your tint on his mouth as a simmering heat lights in your veins.

"Your home or mine?" He whispers when you break for a breath, amused at the baby pink that now rims the side of his lips. He's also panting a bit more, the crotch of his nice pants starting to feel tight.

"Soon to be ours."

Yoongi's eyes soften as he strokes a few strands of your hair. "God, I love you."

"Sap." You laugh, squishing his cheek with a finger before going back to get another kiss. This one gets a little steamier than you both intended but you roll with it, tongue slipping into his mouth to meet his in an easy rhythm. Then his hand is on your chest, sliding between the fabric to cup a bare breast in his palm, to squeeze in a way that never fails to make you moan.

"Wait, fuck, shit," he mutters when he opens his eyes to watch you react, and he remembers where the hell he is right now. He hurriedly pulls his hand away, casting a glance at the poor driver who definitely does not deserve to witness the two of you behaving like horny teenagers.

You quirk a cheeky eyebrow at him. Then to his surprise, you shove him, making him fall backwards onto the leather seats.

"What're you—"

"Shhhh, we're celebrating."

You feel around near the sunroof, and grin when you find the button you're looking for. With a quiet whirr, the partition starts to go up, blocking the driver from view.

"D-Did you drink too much champagne?" He knows all the ins and outs of your expressions, and this one is dangerous.

"Nope."

Your smile may be lopsided, but he can tell it's a hundred percent genuine as you stoop between his legs and run fingers across his belt. You've got it unbuckled in seconds, his cock out just as swiftly. Despite all his protests, it's already half-hard, firm between your fingers.

"Babe, is this even legal?"

You dip your head and Yoongi hisses when your tongue meets his bare skin, unabashedly lapping a stripe across the frenulum. "Who knows," you hum.

"Baaabe..." He thinks he might lose his mind, watching how you draw back to let a trail of spit drip from your bottom lip right onto his dick, smearing it all over the now-turgid head with your thumb. His girl, still so beautiful even though the only lighting comes from the blurry rows of streetlights that speed past.

You keep your hand slightly slack, sliding it along the shaft at a teasing pace so all you hear is the sensual beat of the current song and your boyfriend's supressed moans. Occasionally you'll use your mouth, suck the head into sudden heat to watch how Yoongi's eyes glaze over with pleasure. But if he thinks this is all you've got, then he doesn't know you at all.

"Open your hand," you whisper, lips wet against him.

He does. Then gives a groan of disbelieving arousal when you deposit something slinky and black onto his palm. It's still warm, and he can smell how aroused you are from here. Yoongi had watched you put on the tempting thing a few hours before dinner, but he never imagined he'd be touching them in this scenario. When did you even remove them? It's a question that no longer matters when you lift your skirt up.

"Damn, I've got to write more songs," Yoongi growls, still keeping his voice muted and low.

You laugh as you dip the hand that'd been on his dick between your thighs. It's a bit of a challenge to keep yourself balanced on this rather narrow seat, but your determination (or stubbornness) wins out. You part your folds enough so he can hear how ready you are for him.

The sound makes Yoongi eager, already pushing up so he can feel for himself, but you shake your head. "Let me spoil you," you purr, collecting some slick with two fingertips before slathering it onto the cock that twitches with interest.

"This is more like a punishment." But he shuts up fast when you start to lower yourself, when he feels the first bit of your tightness accept him, squeeze him. You take it so achingly slow, swallowing an inch just to ease off and make him savor it, all with mischief in your casual expression.

Reality is, though, it's a struggle. Oh god, you definitely wish you followed Jungkook's leg and core workouts more strictly now, as you fight to keep from just sinking fully down in one move. At least your muscles haven't started trembling yet, though they're getting there as you lean forward, try to alleviate some of the strain by resting your elbows beside his head.

"Hi," you whisper when your eyes meet, then kiss away his quiet moan as you drop another inch. The limo seems to hum beneath you as you get closer to home, the apartment that now houses two of your newly adopted plants, and a music producing station now truly on its way to becoming fully-fledged. A space that's slowly becoming seamlessly shared. "Yoon, I'm so fucking proud of you."

"I can—" he chokes when your cunt clenches, "I can feel that." It's getting harder and harder for him to keep his mouth shut. You love that, when he can't help but groan at how well you fit together.

Lower you go, letting your mouth run. "Fuck babe, you're stretching me out, so goo—"

The pressure comes all at once. Your bodies suddenly jerk forward with the car and in your surprise, you slam down, crying out when his cock smacks against your cervix. The burn quite literally knocks the breath from you, lethal when coupled with the sharp spike of pleasure at being so full. There goes your plan of slow seduction, but neither of you are complaining.

"Sorry!" The driver calls, his voice coming through alarmingly clear through the partition. "Sudden red light!"

You look at Yoongi, and he looks at you. Silly smiles bloom across both your faces before you bury your nose into his neck. His white shirt is getting wrinkly, but who cares because you feel him shift inside you, nudge against your sweet spot and bliss pools in your stomach while you whimper.

"You should be quieter, since the divide is that thin," Yoongi mutters, hand fondly squeezing your ass. "Even if I like hearing you scream."

You roll your eyes. "The question is, can you?" It's a little cramped still, but you work with what you got. Swivel your hips, grinding your clit onto him so he feels how much tighter you become. You scrunch the dress up, wanting to give him a view of how you sheathe all of him with every stroke. He groans appreciatively despite himself.

But it stops being about teasing him soon enough, once that haze of need takes over your brain and you start moving faster without even realizing it. It isn't long before you're practically bouncing on his cock, dragging you both closer to your ends with each sloppy squelch. "Shit, if you do that—"

"It's all you," you gasp, and it's true. Yoongi always feels this good in you, no matter if it's on your tiny single bed or in the backroom of a coffeeshop or an expensive ass luxury limo. On that delicious thought, you press two fingers to your needy clit and whine so loudly it makes Yoongi look at you in alarm. (It's still fucking hot.)

You cum first, but that's no surprise. It's a point of pride for him to never leave you on the edge, and he's happy to stave off his own orgasm for as long as it takes to get there. Sometimes even twice. But there's no need for that now when your cunt is leaving him with no other choice than to unravel and fuck his cream as deeply inside you as possible. His hands clamp down on your thighs as his face screws up in concentration, enjoying every last pulse before he's left with just pants and aftershocks. Just for fun, you manually give him a squeeze of your walls, just to watch him scrunch his nose in oversensitivity.

"Devil."

You stick your tongue out at him.

It's only when his cock softens enough to slip out of you that you gingerly shift back onto the seat, sitting with your ass slightly tilted up until he can hand you back the scraps that make up your panties. You feel humid, but it's kind of nice with his cum still stuffed inside you.

"I think we should rent limos at least once a year," you say, glowing with sweaty satisfaction. "That was fun." While this night had cost you a whole paycheck, you're graduating this year anyway, hopefully into a full-time job. You make a cheeky mental note to set 1% of your future paycheck aside for limo rides or other sex-cursions.

"Yeah, it really was." Yoongi chuckles as he watches you smooth out your hair.

Seconds later, post-nut clarity evidently settles into his brain because his face falls. "I'm going to have to tip that poor driver everything I have, aren't I?"

You flash all your teeth with your grin.

Groaning, he glares at his cock before tucking it back into his boxers. "Your pussy is gonna be the death of me." But he makes you cuddle with him anyway, even though you're both sticky and your fancy clothes definitely need some heavy dry cleaning.

Outside, you're starting to recognize the neighbourhood and shops, your scenic route coming to an end. Yoongi sees it too, so he pulls out his wallet and starts flipping through the bills. He looks up every so often, as if doing the mental gymnastics as to figure out how much this kind of thing is worth. He looks so earnest that it makes you feel a little bad for him.

"Yoongi," you say, after he pulls out way too much money. "Remember when I said Jungkook knows a guy?"

"Yeah...?"

You shut his wallet for him. "The driver does this kind of thing often. So, don't need to worry about it. He's used to it."

Yoongi stares at you blankly. Then his eyes narrow, bottom lip jutting out in a pout that is not supposed to be adorable but totally is. "I was panicking this entire time! I was so worried that—I thought—You just—! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Where's the fun in that?" You cackle, planting yourself squarely in his lap before leaning your head on his shoulder. He's so warm and solid against you, effortlessly comfortable. "Love you," you say with a smile, "super proud of you."

Yoongi's still grumbling when he presses his face into your hair. You don't hear exactly what he says but you're pretty sure it's something like "you're the worst." Or maybe (probably) it's "you're insufferable." Either way, it means you're the most precious person on this earth.


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