Bo$$ - BTS FanFic *** Completed

The Gala

***Time Skip***

"J-Jimin...don't stop..."

"Fuck...mmm...my name sounds so good...when you cry like that..."

Dez's very beautiful, very expensive dress was currently bunched up against her back, while her insanely hot boyfriend was behind her and nearly lost in all of the burgundy tulle and satin layers. His hands were trapping her hips and torso, pulling her into him as his hips moved fast and hard behind her. 

Despite their best attempts at professionalism, Nervous Jimin meant Horny Jimin, and luckily the bathroom they occupied was a private one off of a secured waiting area. They were trying to be quiet, just in case, which was difficult since they were the two most vocal out of everyone.

"I'm...about to...rip this fucking...dress," he rasped, pushing a layer out of his face.

"You can't...mmm fuck...you bought it..."

"Touch yourself...baby...I need...to feel you...fuck! Come with me, baby..." his voice was hushed but needy as he whined in her ear.

Dez rushed to reach her clit, pushing up the front of her dress to press her fingers in tight circles. "Shit! Jimin...I can't hold back...you feel...so good...aaah!"

Jimin reached up and pressed the palm of his hand to her mouth, throwing his head back in a shaking moan as she bit into the meat on the inside of his thumb. He didn't pull away, instead pushing it harder to her teeth as he throbbed inside of her.

Dez rolled her hips back, pressing her free hand against the wall to give her more leverage as her legs shook as the power of her orgasm overtook her. It was fast and hot, holding a sharp desperate edge as it rocked her. Jimin gritted his teeth, his thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttering. Finally he snapped his hips hard, coming up on his toes as he buried himself deep inside of her, biting out curses under his breath.

Letting go of his hand with her teeth, Dez pressed her forehead to the cool wall as she fought to regain her composure. Jimin pulled back from her, fixing her dress as best he could with a chuckle.

"Remind me to get you a simpler cut the next time we do this."

"How many times do you plan to fuck me in the bathroom at a company gala?" she laughed dizzily as she turned to face him.

Jimin pulled up his pants, eyebrow quirking as he smiled at her, "Well...we still have the cosmetics line to launch...plus the Avalon line for skincare..." he finished buckling his belt, "And apparel, if Tae and I get our way."

"And you're going to need this every time?" she asked, resting her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly.

"Mmmm...I think so," he replied with a giggle, "I get nervous and, babygirl, you're my favorite elixir."

Dez swatted at his chest, blushing, "Go fix your makeup. You look like you just fucked someone in the bathroom." She went to the stall to use the toilet and clean up while Jimin got himself in order. "Babe," she called out, "Can you hand me my underwear?"

"Yeah...umm..." Jimin's voice was apologetic, making Dez come out to see what his problem was. "They're...indisposed?" he tried to bite back a smile as he twirled the obviously torn satin around his finger.

"You guys are terrible!" she whined, "Do you know how many pairs of underwear I have lost in the four months we've been together?!"

Jimin chuckled, all apology gone from his face, "Maybe we're hoping you'll just stop wearing them altogether."

"No doubt," she grumped, grabbing for the ruined panties to throw them away, eyes going wide as Jimin held them out of her reach.

"Ah-ah! These are my trophy!" he smiled until his eyes disappeared, shoving them into his pocket.