Genre - Fluff, More of Smut lmao, CEO! Jimin
It was the night to get drunk and careless. The night to barely give a damn about who you knew. And honestly, you were just glad you had someone to do it with.
You could tell Jimin had been waiting for this. Not a day would pass without him asking if you had everything for tonight. Because you knew it was going to be a damn long night, what with the official ten year anniversary of his company and all. A partnership nevertheless, he had just the same amount of right to celebrate the day he and his best friend had come together to build this company.
You watched as he dressed up, you applying your make-up for the night, the excitement flowing through him in waves, his legs constantly at the move, non-stop chatter in your ears.
"Jimin," You finally stood up, the bath robe clung onto your body firmly as you stepped in front of your husband, taking his tie into your hands. "It'll be a blast, I know it. You and Taehyung worked damn hard for this and I get you're nervous but-" you tightened the tie enough to rest at the base of his neck, "-you're not going to have fun if you don't let loose tonight." You smiled up at him as you dusted away some lint from the breast of his blazer.
He sighed contentedly, hands cupping your cheeks as he watched you with loving eyes.
"God, what would I do without you?" He laughed softly before bringing you in for a brief kiss.
"If you don't let me go, I'll never get ready," You giggled into his lips as he squeezed your ass. Pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, he sent you off to change.
It took your roughly ten minutes to put on your gown for the evening and apply lipstick, with forty-five minutes to spare. You just hoped Jimin wouldn't do anything to ruin the beautiful shade.
But as you walked down the steps to greet him, you watched as his eyes widened, slowly beginning to cloud as he mumbled, "You look...wow. Is that...is that even legal?"
You knew at that moment your night was going to be rough. And your heart sped at the anticipation.
You chuckled, your hand holding on to the railing of the stairs as you took careful steps, trying to not trip over your gown.
Jimin met you at the landing, his eyes never leaving the way the material clung onto your body at all the right places.
"Gosh, Jimin, you're embarrassing me!" You gasped as he took forever to say a word. He looked at you, dumbfounded, like you'd just asked him for his head.
"Embarrassing? Baby girl, you should be anything but embarrassed. I'm having second thoughts on us going - or you at least." He chuckled as he received a light smack on his chest.
"Shut up, Jimin." You rolled your eyes playfully.
You felt him slip away, and you turned to see what he was doing. You groaned when you saw him fishing out his phone from his pocket. "Jimiiiiiin," You whined, knowing full well what he was going to do.
"Quit being such a baby and twirl for me, Y/N!" He smiled lovingly as he watched the screen, the flash switching on as he pressed the record button. When all you did was stare back at him - or the phone, rather, he clicked it again and the flash died down.
"Y/N, I humbly request you to let me remember this moment, and to digitize it so I have this forever. And it will not be possible if you don't give Jimin a good twirl, hmm, baby?" The way he spoke betrayed his eyes so drastically you instantly thought, oh why the hell not?
His smile returned when you picked up the material from the sides, getting ready to twirl. The flashlight came back on and that was your cue.
The video was in slow-motion and you waited as Jimin took his time to save it. You heard him mutter under his breath, "Gorgeous," and you couldn't help but blush furiously even though you'd heard him say that to you a million times already.
When he slipped his phone back into his pocket, the look he gave you was so dangerous yet endearing, you wondered how a man of his age managed to be cute with words yet such an animal in bed.
Your eyes met his as you felt his hand hold your cheek, his thumb rubbing gentle circles, the other wrapping securely around your waist, pulling you close.
"You're just so fucking gorgeous, it drives me insane."
Time seemed to slow down before he brought his lips to yours, moving them agonizingly slow like he was relishing the flavor of a dish.
You curved your body into his at the need of feeling more, your fingers beginning to mess up his hair at the roots, intesifying the kiss he tried to take slow for the sake of self-control.
"Fuck, Y/N," He whispered against your lips, a hand already having slipped through the slit on the side of your dress. He smirked, knowing you'd done that on purpose. "If we keep at this any longer, I'll have to cancel the ride there."
You were both glad and not for a chauffeur to take you to the event. Glad because you had Jimin to yourself, and not because the same reason applied.
Having him to yourself meant constantly switching roles of dominance and submissiveness with each other, taking every chance you had to touch, kiss, feel the other.
You felt inclined to smirk a little at the feeling of him getting hard under your touch. But as he returned the favour, you gasped sharply.
"No games, love. Or else you're gonna have to pay well." He whispered seductively into your ear before nibbling a little on your ear lobe.
Just as you went to retaliate, the door opened to reveal lights and flashing cameras ready to receive the two of you.
Well, you'd get back at him later.
You smiled at the cameras, Jimin's charisma flowing through and around you, giving you the confidence you needed. As you met Taehyung and his wife, you smiled in anticipation for the night that was yet to come. But you didn't forget what you had in mind for Jimin.
For now, though, the plan was to eat and get drunk.
