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[PART 16]

"What are you doing?" He asked gruffly, and you peaked your eyes open to see his knuckles turning white while he gripped the wheel.

"Saying 'thank you'," you answered innocently, letting him know your plans when you felt up his thigh with your right hand.

"Fuck," he muttered, head falling against the headrest, now with you palming him through his pants. "You don't have to do that, baby," his body betrayed his words though; he was already getting hard under your touch.

"I know," you kissed as his neck again, enjoying the small change in his breathing. He really was trying to focus on driving. "But I want to."

After all your sordid affairs, he hadn't once given you the opportunity to go down on him and return the favor. So you were taking the opportunity yourself.

"Good Lord—" he breathed when you lowered your body more inline with his lap. "I could pull over right now and fuck you in this seat if that's what you want," he reminded, and you snuck a taunting glance at him as you unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.

"Uh-uh. This is for you," you shook your head lightly, wetting your lips before you snuck your hand over the hem of his boxers. With a little help you were able to push them down enough to set the man free; and the suppressed groan that came with it told you how desperate he was getting.

Now you focused on your own task. If Yoongi's was to drive, yours was to make that almost impossible for him. To make him feel the same euphoria he made you feel every time your positions were switched.

Like the song stated, you were caught up in the moment; overcome with lust, and the unadulterated need to hear his sinful moans. It'd been days since you'd heard that deep raspy tone and your body was working on its own to hear it again.

Free of his confines, and already hard to the touch, you confidently wrapped your hand around the base; keeping him steady as you let your spit drip onto his flushed head. With it, your strokes up and down his shaft became swift and fluid.

For a moment you were torn on where to look. At your hand smoothly gliding over his member until he was stiff and slightly curved, or his face where he had his jaw clenched tightly and his brows furrowed. He snuck a glance down at you, exhaling a breath at the fascination in your gaze.

"Better be quick baby, we'll be arriving in ten minutes," he urged you into gear, and you bit your lip playfully.

If you were home in ten maybe there'd be enough sexual energy buzzing between you for him to take you straight to your playroom. The thought made you wet, and you subconsciously squeezed your thighs together.

Closing your eyes, you licked long stripes up his length, listening keenly to his appreciative hums. Using them to guide the movement of your hand while you lolled your tongue round, and around until his hips edged upwards.

Relenting your teasing, you easily accepted his length, taking him in all the way to the base and past your gag reflex. You felt his body tense, and perhaps it was a little cruel but you wanted your fun too. You tightened your throat, simulating the sensation of swallowing him deeper. And he groaned.

"Such a good fucking girl, aren't you?" You answered by moaning around him, ignoring the pain formulating in your jaw in favor of making him moan too. When he did, you began to work up a steady pace.

The spit dripping from the corners of your mouth only served to lubricate your movements even more. Coaxing your action to become more swift while he gently bucked upward into your mouth.

Giving head was never an act you particularly enjoyed with Dohyun, but with Yoongi you were eager to impress. Each breath and soft curse perpetuating your actions until you were gagging every time you pushed down.

You probably needed to breathe yourself, but you really didn't care enough to stop and do that. Yoongi was getting close to the edge, you could tell by the tension in his muscular thighs. The slight tremble every time you took him deep and swallowed wantonly.

When your name slipped from his lips in a rough drawl, you lavished his tip with your tongue. Smacking his hard member against your wet muscle as you stroked him subconsciously to the beat of the song on the radio.

"You want my cum baby?" He cooed, placing his right hand gently on the back of your neck, rubbing the area soothingly despite the filth of his words.

But they did as intended, making you moan longingly for it while you squeezed him in your fist. He hissed, hips jolting until you took a few inches back into your mouth.

After a few more strokes, you felt him seizing up in your hand before his seed coated your tongue. And without thinking, you swallowed.

"And here I had you pegged for a Pillow Princess," Yoongi hummed in amusement as you carefully sat back up, still facing him.

"A what?" You asked half-skeptically, fingers lifted to clean up the corners of your mouth.

"A Pillow Princess," he repeated, stealing a mischievous glance at you as he pulled his pants back up. "It means you let me give you the pleasure," he explained, hand now on your inner thigh and slowly traveling upwards.

You knew choosing a pleated leather skirt was a good choice, you wanted your getaway driver to have easy access to you if he wanted it.

"Happily," you bit your lip teasingly and he did a double take, smirking in disbelief.

"Just wait until we get inside," he warned, slowing the car to a halt for the first time. "Out," he ticked his head, seatbelt unbuckled and door already opening on its own.

As did yours, so you finally looked around. You weren't at the foot of the marble stairs leading to his penthouse home, you were outside, back on a familiar runway. The man who had opened the door for you extended a gloved hand, and you took it with a grin as you climbed out.

"You never let me pack," you laughed as you quickly returned to the male's side, arm looped comfortably through his as he took you straight to his jet.

"You never need to," he winked, smoothly switching positions to place a hand on your back and guide you up the stairs.

Onboard, you were greeted by the same flight attendant and pilot, but Yoongi kept his hand on your back to show you straight into a seat. Then he turned back to his staff.

"How soon can we take off?" He asked.

"Right away if you're ready sir," the captain responded from behind you.

"We'll secure our seatbelts now," he looked down at you with a smirk, so to show you were ready, you buckled yourself in.

Yoongi joined you across the small square table, eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you. He bucked his belt and almost instantly the craft was in motion, rolling down the tracks into position.

"What are you staring at?" You played coy, but the heat on your cheeks was real.

Yoongi was looking at you like a meal he couldn't wait to devour. And it was distracting.

"You. And do you wanna know what I'm thinking about?" He leaned in, elbows on the table while he smirked. The way he asked, his tone dripping in cool sensuality was enough alone to make you feel the need to cross your legs.

But above the table, you could only nod wordlessly.

"How in three minutes, when we reach a high enough altitude. I'm going to take you into the bedroom behind me and you're going to sit on my face until we land or you're crying to get off— we'll see what happens first," he husked, eyes carefully scanning your face and body for every slight reaction.

The subtle gasp, reddened cheeks and shallow breathing, he even glanced at your hands on the table when they were slightly clenched. But the sting of your nails biting into your palms was the only way you were getting any kind of relief at the moment.

"You like the sound of that?" He huffed out his amusement. "Definitely my Pillow Princess," he licked his lips hungrily and all you could imagine was what they felt like on yours.

You could be anything he wanted you to be, he just had to ask. Or tell. You were good at following orders.