The low, powerful hum of Yoongi's beloved black BMW X7 engine filled the quiet space between us. The smooth leather seats were cool beneath my bare thighs as I stared out of the window, my fingers tapping restlessly on the slightly stained fabric of my waitress uniform. I felt, looked and smelled like a mess, a stark contrast to the car's sleek, immaculate interior. The lingering aroma of coffee hung in the air—a reminder of when one kid dining with his parents had accidentally knocked over his father's drink.

I'd asked Yoongi where we were going at least four times by now. Each time, he glanced over, his lips twitching into that same infuriatingly calm smile.

"Come on, Baby~" I urged with a whine, shifting impatiently in my seat. With each song that ended, my anxiety grew, stretching the suspense. "Please tell me. You know I hate surprises."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You'll love this one, trust me."

I wanted to trust him. But how could I when he looked amazing in his jeans and fancy shirt, while I sat here in my work uniform? I kept worrying I'd stand out like a sore thumb wherever we ended up. I never usually cared how I looked, but I didn't want Yoongi to feel embarrassed by my dishevelled appearance. I sighed, tugging at the hem of my shirt before sneaking a glance at him. Normally, he'd give me time to change when he picked me up from work, but today was different.

I turned in my seat, stealing a glance at Yoongi's side profile. I couldn't help but admire how the fading light filtering through the windows softened his sharp features. His black hair framed his face perfectly. It was a little shorter than usual since he'd had it cut last week. I loved how it still grazed the top of his shoulders. The sunglasses perched on his nose made him look effortlessly cool and devastatingly handsome. It wasn't fair how good he looked—so relaxed and confident. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Yet despite all that, he still wouldn't tell me where we were going.

Yoongi lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and rested it gently on my thigh, palm up. I slipped my fingers between his, squeezing his hand affectionately. There was a comforting warmth in holding his hand and I was grateful that he loved to hold hands with me wherever we went.

As I played with his fingers, his deep voice filled the car, creating a soothing soundtrack for our trip. I loved listening to him sing along to the radio. Yoongi often downplayed his singing ability although I disagreed. Sure, he couldn't hit all the high notes but it was endearing—and hilarious—to watch him give it his all.

He lifted my hand to his lips, brushing a tender kiss against my knuckles. The soft pressure of his lips sent a shiver down my spine. "We're here, Angel," he said, his voice low and reassuring.

With a smooth flick of the turn signal, Yoongi guided the car through the entrance of a picturesque private marina. Seagulls called out in raucous voices, their cries echoing as they circled above, begging for scraps from anyone nearby. As we ventured deeper into the marina, sleek, grand yachts began to come into view, each docked on a wooden gangway. Although I had never set foot in a marina before, it was obvious that these boats were far beyond the reach of ordinary owners—too large and extravagant to belong to anyone but the wealthy.

Yoongi slowed the car and brought it to a stop beside a gangway leading to an enormous white superyacht. Its gleaming hull, like polished ivory, rocked gracefully on the vibrant turquoise water.

Yoongi opened his door and stepped out, while I remained frozen, unable to move as I stared in disbelief, my mouth slightly agape. When he opened my door and unbuckled my seatbelt, I finally found my voice.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" For some reason, my brain couldn't fully comprehend the grandeur before me. The sheer scale and elegance of the superyacht were overwhelming. "I mean, this boat looks like something out of a movie."

As Yoongi helped me out of the car, his deep chuckle filled the air. "Beautiful, may I present to you Minerva," he said with a playful flourish, gesturing towards the magnificent yacht. "She was my father's prized possession, and when he passed, he left her to Jimin, Hwa, and me."

I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of our inheritances. While Yoongi and his brothers had been handed a lavish superyacht, I had inherited nothing but the burdens of debt left behind by my father and grandfather. On the bright side, being in WITSEC and agreeing to testify during Hoseok's trial had wiped those debts clean.

"Doesn't seem fair, does it?" he asked, clearly picking up on my thoughts.

I turned towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a close embrace. "Your father worked hard to earn this," I said softly. "And from everything you've told me, your parents would be incredibly proud of you—of all three of you." I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, giggling as a soft pink blush coloured his cheeks. "Permission to come aboard?"

Yoongi's smile widened as he took my hand, leading me onto the opulent vessel. He began an extensive tour, pointing out the boat's safety features and luxurious amenities. To my surprise, there were four elegant bedrooms below deck, each with an ensuite bathroom. Three of the rooms had queen-sized beds, while the fourth held a set of bunks and a single bed.

In what Yoongi called the 'inside lounging area,' I found a spacious room with two oversized sofas and a well-stocked bar. Adjacent to this was a large dining table with seating for ten set beneath a retractable sunroof—perfect for dining under the stars. The galley was equally impressive, fitted with the latest appliances and stocked with enough provisions for a small army.

Ascending the stairs to the back deck, Yoongi pointed out another lounging area, a cosy dining space, and an on-deck Jacuzzi that beckoned us invitingly. The foredeck featured a sunbathing spot and yet another dining area. There was ample room, both inside and out, for guests to socialise or find a quiet retreat.

Yoongi directed me to head over to the helm, promising to join me shortly after he prepared for our departure. I offered to help with the heavy mooring lines but he waved me off, assuring me he could manage on his own.

After completing a series of safety checks, my boyfriend finally joined me at the helm. As he turned the key, the boat's engine roared to life, the powerful vibrations beneath my feet a testament to its immense strength.

I've always thought the visage of Yoongi driving his car was hot. Seeing him stand confidently behind the wheel of this luxury vessel as he guided us out of the marina was something else entirely. The way he manoeuvred us into the open water with such ease and control was mesmerising. As he navigated the yacht, he chatted casually about his love for the sea.

"You know, I got my boat licence before I could even drive a car," he said with a chuckle, noticing the surprise on my face. "Growing up in Hawaii, I was always out on the water with my family."

His words, combined with the gentle sway of the yacht, filled the moment with a sense of tranquillity. There was a closeness in this shared experience that made me appreciate him—and this day—even more.

As we cruised along the coast of Oahu, the island's dramatic cliffs and sparkling waters unfurled before us like a painting come to life. The view from the yacht was breathtaking—a perspective of the coastline that felt entirely different from the usual view from land. It was as though the landscape was revealing itself in a new and magical way.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I turned to Yoongi. "Where are we headed?" I asked, eager to know and hoping there wouldn't be any more surprises.

Instead of answering, Yoongi gently pulled me in front of him. His arms wrapped around me from behind as he placed my hands on the wheel, guiding me with a soft, reassuring touch. It felt like that iconic scene from Ghost, except we weren't moulding clay—we were steering a multi-million-dollar superyacht. Now and then, he whispered something softly in my ear or placed tender, lingering kisses on whichever part of me was closest to his lips.

The moment felt incredibly intimate as we watched the sun sink below the horizon. Yoongi pressed a soft kiss to my cheek and then gave my hip a gentle pat, guiding me to the captain's chair. From this elevated spot, I had an uninterrupted view of the breathtaking bay ahead. A pristine white beach stretched out before us, fringed with palm trees and lush greenery, while the crystal-clear water shimmered under the fading light, completely captivating me.

Once he was satisfied with our position, Yoongi lowered the anchor and cut the engine.

"Welcome to Lanai, Beautiful," he announced before leading me to the foredeck.

With a casual flourish, he lifted one of the chair cushions to reveal a hidden fridge beneath. From it, he pulled out a chilled bottle of champagne, two flutes, and some light snacks. After expertly popping the cork and pouring us each a glass, he smiled and said, "I wanted to share another of Hawaii's gems with you. We can either stay anchored here for the weekend or set sail and explore more places. The choice is yours."

I took a moment to soak in the options before responding. "We can decide what we feel like doing tomorrow," I said, not wanting to make any decisions just yet. "Honestly, I don't mind what we do as long as I'm with you."

Sipping champagne under the stars, surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights, with the man I love by my side felt like the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day. The evening only got better when we headed down to the galley to prepare dinner together. Yoongi took charge of pan-searing the Mahi Mahi while I tossed together a simple salad and made a vibrant salsa. He'd been sceptical at first about the salsa—grilled pineapple, strawberries, and avocado seemed an odd mix to him—but after one taste, he was hooked.

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After slow dancing on the back deck to the sound of waves gently lapping against the boat, I took my boyfriend's hand and led him down to the cosy bedroom we would be sharing. I've never been a fan of the over-commercialisation of Valentine's Day, and Yoongi had told me he wasn't either. The overpriced flowers, clichéd cards, and unnecessary pressure to find a gift worthy of showing your love didn't appeal to either of us. So, instead of exchanging material gifts, we agreed that simply spending time together was our perfect way to celebrate the romantic day.

My heart raced with anticipation as we walked down the hallway towards the cabins. Even though we'd agreed not to exchange gifts, I'd decided last week to surprise Yoongi with something money couldn't buy. During my lunch break today, I rushed out to grab the final touches for my plan. It turned out to be a stroke of luck that I'd left things to the last minute. Yeosang—who, I later discovered, was in on Yoongi's surprise getaway and had packed a bag of my clothes—wouldn't have known to include the two key items I needed.

When we reached our cabin, I turned to Yoongi, pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, and smiled. "Wait for me on the bed?" I whispered.

Taking my handbag into the adjoining bathroom, excitement coursed through my veins as I pulled out the paper bag. While freshening up and getting ready, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I bit my bottom lip, imagining Yoongi's reaction when he saw me like this.

During my time at Copacabana, I had worn countless stunning, seductive lingerie sets, but none compared to what I had on now. The matching plunge bra and ouvert briefs, both crafted from sheer black floral tulle and edged with wet-look leather straps, were in a league of their own. The daring cutaway design and crossover details highlighted my curves in all the right ways. I had never felt more alluring or confident.

I picked up the final piece of my gift from the counter, taking a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach before opening the bathroom door. Yoongi's gaze shot up, his jaw falling slack as he drank in the sight of me. I could practically feel his eyes tracing every inch of my body, a slow, heated sweep that sent shivers across my skin.

"Fuck, Angel," he murmured, his voice deepening with raw desire "You look so beautiful. So damn sexy."

I glided across the floor with deliberate elegance. Each step was measured and intentional. My movements were a masterful tease, expertly designed to heighten his growing desire. I had deliberately kept my left hand hidden behind my back, concealing the second part of the surprise, and I noticed his head tilt in curiosity as he tried to figure out my plans.

As I drew nearer, the air seemed to hum with anticipation. The silence between us thickened into a tangible mist that refused to lift. Once I was standing in front of Yoongi, I leaned forward as if I was going to kiss him. My eyes locked on his, and instead of bringing our lips together in a passionate kiss, I boldly swung my left leg over his right thigh. I shivered at the feeling of his pants sliding against my legs as I lowered myself into his lap, settling into his warm embrace.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tiger," I purred, my voice dripping with allure. "I know we said we weren't going to give each other gifts but I couldn't help myself."

Yoongi's large hand cradled the back of my neck, his fingers wrapping around me like a possessive anchor. With a gentle, yet insistent tug, he drew me in, our lips colliding in a fierce, passionate kiss that left me breathless.

"Who needs a Valentine's gift when I've got you? You're all I need, Babygirl," he murmured with a grin, his deep, husky voice vibrating with desire.

"You have me, Yoongi. Every part of me is yours," I said, emphasising 'every' with a playful smile, hinting at the surprise I had in store. Yoongi looked momentarily puzzled when I took his hand, turned his palm upward, and placed the small bottle into it. But as the meaning of the gift dawned on him, his eyes lit up.

"Are you saying that you want me to fuck your pretty ass, Babygirl?" Yoongi's cocky tone, his dirty words, and the exploring hand on my barely covered ass made me whimper a needy 'Please'.

He pulled me in for another searing kiss. With each movement of his lips and tongue, I could feel Yoongi's passion, love and desire. But what made me clench around nothing was the feral growl that came from deep within his chest as his fingers found the gaping hole of my panties. I'd specifically chosen these because they left my mound and ass completely bare.

"I love you so much, Babygirl and I'm gonna take such good care of you," he murmured against my lips as his fingers began teasing my drenched core.

It was almost embarrassing how fast Yoongi brought me to my first orgasm with his fingers. I didn't know whether it was that he knew my body better than anyone before, whether I was so turned on by what was about to happen, or whether it was just my boyfriend's sex abilities, but I came with a scream over his fingers in a matter of mere minutes.

Yoongi coaxed me off his lap, guiding me onto my hands and knees. He placed a pillow under my hips, something he often did when he took me from behind. I heard the click of the bottle as he opened the lube, the sound echoing in the room. Every cell in my body tingled, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through my veins.

I jolted as the feeling of the cold liquid ran down my backside. The sensation was soon replaced with warmth as Yoongi used his fingers to spread the lube. Each time he skimmed over my forbidden entrance, my body shivered. It felt illicit and incredibly pleasurable.

"Relax for me, Babygirl," he said, gently working the tip of his finger into my ass. I sighed at the feeling, relishing what his single digit was doing to me. "Such a good girl," he cooed as I allowed more of his finger inside.

I moaned when a second finger slid in alongside the first, causing Yoongi to swear. The feeling of him fingering my ass was so different to when he had his fingers in my pussy. It was much tighter, so I felt every one of his knobbly knuckles as they worked their way in and out of my body.

"Yoongi, I need you," I whimpered. "I'm ready baby. Please."

"Fuck," he groaned, "I love it when you beg, Babygirl." I heard rustling behind me; I could envision my boyfriend stripping off with eager haste. The sound of wetness sliding along flesh, though, had me dripping. I made a mental note to remind myself that the next time we do this, I want to be on my back so I can see Yoongi's face as he fucks me.

My body hummed as I felt the bed dip followed by soft kisses along my spine as my boyfriend made his way towards me. He guided me to turn my head to the side and I was rewarded with a slow, passionate kiss that would have made my knees weak if I was standing. I loved kissing Yoongi; he knew how much tongue and pressure to use to drive me wild.

"I'll try and make this as painless as I can," he whispered, our lips brushing together with each of his words. "If it gets too much, tell me to stop, okay?" I nodded and vocalised my consent. "Remember to breathe and to relax for me, Babygirl."

I took a breath as soon as I felt his thick head pushing against my entrance. My body's instinct was to tense up but I willed it to do the opposite, to relax and let him in. Yoongi peppered my shoulders with kisses as he guided himself forward. As much as I tried to control it, my body put up some resistance to his entry. However, Yoongi continued to push his cock into me with slow and even movements. I felt my walls stretching around him, and I earned a husky, "Good girl," for my efforts.

The further he pushed, the more I stretched and accommodated him. It felt like he wasn't going to fit; the burning pain of being stretched beyond my capabilities had set in. However as I was about to ask him to stop, I sighed in relief as I felt the tip of his cock pass the barrier and claim the last bit of my virginity. My ass clenched, pulsating as it gripped the head of his cock.

I could hear Yoongi breathing heavily behind me. He was being patient, holding himself back from slamming into me like he loved to do. I knew this would be taking a toll on him but I was thankful he was letting me adjust to the feeling of his dick.

Instead of telling him that I was ready for more, I pushed myself back, impaling myself on his hard length.

"Bonnie," he groaned, the sound strangled. "Shit, you look so fucking sexy taking my cock in your ass."

Yoongi took over, sliding himself further into me and conquering where no one had been before. I loved sex with my boyfriend; each time was amazing. But anal was different. It was intense. I had never felt so full in my life. When Yoongi's hips finally came to rest against my ass cheeks, I whimpered. I couldn't believe that he was completely buried inside me, that I had taken his big dick somewhere that I never thought I'd ever let anyone in.

"Holy shit," I gasped as he swivelled his hips, letting me feel him deep inside. "Yoongi, holy fuck."

"Fuck, Babygirl," he groaned as I clenched around him. "Will you be a good girl and let me move?"

I moaned out a whiny, "Yes," and nearly came when he pulled out. I could feel his mushroomed head sliding along every inch of me.

Yoongi maintained his control as he rolled his hips back into me. He was still careful, still gentle but with a faster pace than before. He pushed in and out of me a few times until he completely pulled out of my body. I whimpered, tears forming as I thought I had done something wrong to make him stop.

But when I felt more of the cool lube trickle down my crack, I sighed in relief.

"You're all warmed up now, Babygirl," he murmured into my ear as he slid his cock back inside me. "I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? If it gets too much, tell me to stop and I will." I nodded, whispering that I both understood and consented. "I'm warning you now, Babygirl, we're gonna see how many times I can make you cum with my dick in your ass."