jung ha kim

suits and ties | jimin

genre: smut
warnings: momentarily sub!jimin, the dom, then sub….. oral, uhhh………… some public stuff (only briefly!!!) and then ur typical things
words: 4.7k (i’m so sorry)

a/n: …………… i don’t know where to begin. this is….. i have no excuse. i’m very awkward? and found out that this has been sitting in my draft folder since may???? so i didn’t think i’d ever finish it but… here i am. i apologize if it ain’t that great! but i think for a first it’s not bad sO.

“Babe, do we really have to go?”

“It’s your business party,” you laughed, fixing Jimin’s tie for him. “Besides, we won’t have to pay for the food or alcohol there. Could it get any better?”

Upon hearing this Jimin chuckled softly and snaked his arms around your waist, holding you close. His body pressed firmly against your own, while your hands rested on top of his chest.

“Can’t we just stay here? I don’t know if I want my babygirl to leave, especially when she looks this incredible. People might stare,” he hummed, voice low as his hand began making its way down your back, over the curve of your ass.

“I know I look good in this dress, which is precisely why we should go to the dinner. You gotta show everyone that you’ve got yourself a trophy,” you laughed, and a smile appeared on Jimin’s full lips.

“Fine, alright,” he said, letting go of you — not before pecking your cheek softly first, of course. “But we’re heading up to the room as soon as possible, okay?”

The two of you found yourselves at the front doors of the hotel. Sure, you were no stranger to great establishments, but this one was so much more than you had expected. It was bigger than most of the hotels you’d spent time in, and needless to say you were excited. Knowing that you and Jimin were most likely to stay late at the party, you had already booked yourselves a room, and couldn’t wait to see what that looked like as well.

Just before entering the ballroom you held onto Jimin’s arm, smiling faintly.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you something,” you cooed, looking up at him happily.

“What is it? Did we forget something?”

“No. It’s just that I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress.”

And with that you let go of Jimin and walked off, hips swaying as you sauntered off into the ballroom, soft music playing and the smell of alcohol light in the air. As you drifted away from him, Jimin stared at you for a few seconds before clearing his throat and following you in, cheeks dusted a light pink.


By the time dinner was served, Jimin had been chatting away amongst his colleagues while trying to ignore the way your hand was creeping up his thigh. He managed to do pretty well when your fingers traced light patterns on his leg, and maintained a casual manner when you began tugging lightly at his belt, but his voice cracked when you pressed the palm of your hand lightly into his crotch. He cleared his throat, glancing at you from the side for a moment, before continuing his conversation. However, you could feel him wrap his hand around your wrist as he moved your hand and placed it back into your own lap. You couldn’t help but giggle softly at that. Teasing Jimin was something you both enjoyed, even if he refused to admit it.  

He eventually removed the hold he had on your wrist and rested his hand on your thigh, distracted by colleagues. As his conversation progressed, you decided to continue your little game. This time, instead, you took his hand in your own and guided it between your legs. You could tell by the slight stutter in his speech that he was very much aware of the situation, and that was all the motivation you needed to continue on. As Jimin drank from his water while listening to his colleague talk about a successful partnership, you slipped his hand underneath your dress and moved it up slowly. He choked on his water when he realized that your little secret he had been made aware of was very, very true, and he withdrew from you, trying to regain his composure. This was a lot harder than he thought it would be.  

After dinner, he invited you to socialize with some of his business partners, and you happily agreed. He took your hand in his and the two of you got up, walking over to the area where he met one of them. The man looked well established, prim and proper, and you could tell just by the looks of him that he was very intelligent.

“Namjoon, meet Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, meet Kim Namjoon, one of my biggest partners in trade.”

You shook hands with the businessman and he smiled politely, before keeping to himself. He seemed shy. How cute.

Namjoon hummed, looking between you and Jimin momentarily. “Ah, you’ve really landed yourself a catch, Park. You bragged about her before, but…”

You laughed softly, leaning into your boyfriend. Jimin’s smile twitched.

“Hasn’t he?” You agreed, and Namjoon chuckled. “I’ll be right back, babe. I’m gonna   get myself a drink. Do you want anything?” You asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Chardonnay. Thank you,” Jimin hummed, relaxing slightly. As you walked away, you could hear Namjoon remark “Wow, she really is perfect. You’re head over heels and she gets you drinks, it’s incredible.” It made you giggle, to say the least.

With the new boost of confidence buzzing through your veins, you made your way over to the bar, heels clicking against the spotless tiled floor. A few men turned their heads towards you and a handful of those kept their eyes on you for an amount of time. When you got to the bar you leaned against the counter, ordering a cocktail for yourself and the white wine for your boyfriend. As you stood there and waited for your drinks, you felt the presence of a man next to you. You turned your head to meet dark, captivating eyes.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” The man asked, his voice deep and smooth. You just laughed.

“And what’s a handsome guy like you doing here using boring, cliche lines on women who aren’t interested?” You replied back, a playful tone in your voice. You looked around briefly and saw Jimin’s eyes on you. You weren’t going to give him an incentive to be mad, just maybe a little frustrated.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you. Interested now?” He asked confidently, and you noticed the lack of an alcohol scent on his breath. Was he doing this sober? The bartender passed you your drinks and you just shook your head.

“Nope. I have a boyfriend. Thanks for the time though, it was fun,” you laughed, and he watched with wide eyes as you made your way back to Jimin.  

“I see you’ve met Taehyung,” your boyfriend sighed, taking his wine in one hand as the other wrapped around your waist and held you close.

“You’ve been getting a lot of attention tonight. I’m not sure I like it. People keep staring at you like you’re a piece of meat,” he huffed.

“I like the attention. Besides, now you can show everyone that I’m all yours. No one else can have me but you,” you said softly, leaning into him. He remained stiff; you sighed.

“You really need to relax,” you continued quietly, placing your hand over his and slipping it down lower onto your hip. “You’ve been so tense. I wonder why?”

Jimin bit his bottom lip, looking anywhere but at you. “You’ve been torturing me all night, touching me, making me touch you, and doing everything else in your power to make me frustrated. Why do you think I’m tense?” His words had a bit of bite to them and you giggled quietly. “I swear to god, I’m going to die of blue balls.” He squeezed your hip.

“Mmm… maybe we should head upstairs then? This is a really expensive hotel, I’m sure the walls are really thick,” you whispered in his ear, and he gulped down the rest of his wine.

“Just a few more hours, babygirl. A few more hours, and then I swear to god I’m going to get my payback,” he growled quietly. You tingled in anticipation.

Those hours were Jimin’s own personal hell. You didn’t stop touching him, whispering obscenities in his ear, pressing against his body whenever you got the chance. He wanted to pick you up and fuck you right there on one of the tables, but sadly he had to put up with the teasing until you two could be away from any wandering eyes. It was late, almost two in the morning before the two of you got a chance to slip out, minds buzzing slightly with the drinks in your systems. Jimin’s grip on your hand was firm as he brought you into the elevator, but as soon as you got in there he didn’t bother to keep his hands off of you. As soon as the doors shut you felt your back hit the wall of the elevator, and his hands were in your hair, holding the strands tight between his fingers. He pulled your head back a bit before roughly pressing his lips against yours, finally allowing himself to release his frustrations. His free hand made its way to the underside of your thigh and he lifted your leg up, wrapping it around his waist to press into you more. His hips rolled into yours and a small moan escaped your mouth, only motivating him to do more.

By the time the doors opened again, you were a mess, legs shaking in anticipation and hair disheveled. Jimin wasn’t any better, tie loose and the top buttons of his shirt already undone. The two of you were in your hotel room before you knew it.

You didn’t even have time to walk into the room before Jimin pinned you up against the door, lifting up the bottom of your dress and attacking your neck with sloppy, passionate kisses — you knew there would be marks the next morning. Dress now bunched up at your waist, Jimin hoisted you up and pressed you against the door, gripping your thighs tightly.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your skin when you wrapped your legs around him tightly, pulling him close. “You’ve been absolutely ruthless all night, baby. I don’t think you gave me a break once.”

Jimin’s voice was low and husky, quiet as a whisper but the only thing you heard. The alcohol had your head fuzzy but Jimin’s touches had you dizzier, his voice making your head spin.

“Tell me, was it fun teasing me? Did you enjoy tormenting me for hours like that?” Jimin asked, and you could feel him smirking against the neck before he moved his head up a bit to nibble on the shell of your ear. When you didn’t answer right away, lightheadedness getting the best of you, he rolled his hips hard into yours, eliciting your own moan.

“Y— shit— yes, so much fun, baby,” you panted, hands finding their way to Jimin’s shirt to continue undoing the remaining buttons and tugging at his tie. “You g-get so red and embarrassed. Fuck, it’s so fun.”

Jimin took in a few deep breaths before setting you down on the ground, taking a few steps back. You almost voiced your disappointment, but his eyes flickered to yours and you stopped.

“Lay down on the bed,” he said quietly, pulling off his tie and holding it in his hand. Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but do as he said, walking over to the bed on shaky legs and sitting in the middle. You watched Jimin for a few seconds, his back to you as he focused on undoing the buttons of his shirt and pulling it off, the fabric drifting down to the floor. Due to the lack of lighting in the room, the only bit of it coming from beneath the door from the hallway and through the curtains, moonlight shining through, it was hard to make out many details. Hell, you could barely tell what the room looked like, but with where Jimin was standing and his angle, you watched as the pale moonlight bounced off of his skin, dark shadows under his defined muscles. His back was so nicely defined, new shadows every time he moved his arms. You were so busy admiring his body that you didn’t notice when he’d turned his head back to look at you, a small smirk on his face. He didn’t say anything but cleared his throat, drawing your attention to his eyes. Your cheeks grew warm and you looked away, finally letting your back hit the bed and you laid there expectantly. Fuck, he was so hot.

Jimin made his way over to you, just his briefs left on, and climbed on the bed to hover over your body. While his left hand kept him steady, his right moved down to grab both of your wrists and pin them atop your head, his eyes dark with lust as he looked into your own. There was a momentary silence in the room as you two gazed into each other’s eyes, anticipation building before he leaned in and you quickly met his lips in a passionate kiss. There were too many teeth and too much tongue but it was perfect for the way you two were feeling at that moment. You felt him move so he could use his free hand to roam your body, push your tight dress up to your chest, where it sat bunched so he could have a view of your naked figure. Your breaths were becoming laboured and you squirmed slightly underneath him, unable to move your arms to pull Jimin closer when he pulled away from you. Sitting up a bit, you still stuck underneath him, he took the time to admire your body, the curves and bumps and softness of your skin. He found himself too hungry to keep it slow and let go of you, moving down your body. Your breath hitched when you felt him hoist your leg over his shoulder, and nearly stopped completely when he began kissing your inner thigh, looking directly at you. Your eyes were hooded and body language communicated how needy you were, nearly aching to have Jimin inside of you. Like this, looking so exposed, you could feel the release dripping down your folds as you expectantly waited for your lover to quit with the teasing and finally get to it.

“Babygirl, you’re so beautiful like this, spread out and ready for me,” he said in a low voice, slowly sliding his hand up your outer thigh. You felt yourself clench around nothing and you would be embarrassed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your desire for the man underneath you burned so hard you felt as if your body were on fire, sweat coating your skin in a thin layer.

“Fuck, please babe, I’m dying,” you breathed out, one hand grasping onto the bedsheets and the other pulling hard on Jimin’s dark locks. He groaned at the sensation, but decided to be nice and before you knew it, a skilled tongue flicked out at your clit and you gasped out, body tensing momentarily. He quickly got to licking up your folds, drinking in all of the sweet flavour and making sure none of it went to waste. Your toes tingled at the feeling and your core felt like it was getting warmer, especially when you felt his expert tongue push into your entrance as he tasted you further. Your quiet moans and his obscene sounds filled the room, accompanied by the occasional groan from the man underneath you. He tasted you thoroughly, head buried between your thighs and you couldn’t take it. Your mind was spinning, feeling as the coil in your stomach slowly began tightening, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Jimin, oh fuck- please,” you breathed out, fingers curling in the sheets even more. Your knuckles were pale from the effort, and you could feel your nails poking the palm of your hand through the blanket.

“Please what?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he licked his lips, making sure he didn’t waste a single bit of you. You groaned in annoyance - begging wasn’t your thing, but you were oh so desperate to feel him inside you, to feel something inside you. Fuck it.

“Fuck me, oh my g-god,” you gasped when he began to suck on your clit. “Please, babe, oh my god just fuck me- the fingers or your cock, I— oh lord!” You called out when you felt two fingers press against your entrance as Jimin’s tongue continued to work magic on your clit. He didn’t waste any time pressing both into you and you gasped at the stretch, back arching at the sudden feeling. He quickly thruster his fingers into you and your body got warmer and warmer, that familiar feeling so close you could practically taste it. When Jimin felt you start to get tighter around his fingers he quickly pulled back, and you were left whining and whimpering and rolling your hips to try and find something, anything to carry you to your high. It didn’t work. You groaned out in annoyance, looking at the man who now hovered on top of you, laughing like the evil villain he was.

“Jimin!” You called, slapping his arm. He laughed even harder. “I can't— I can’t believe you!” He grinned, his smile way too angelic for what he just did, and he leaned down to kiss your lips softly. You could taste yourself in his mouth.

“Payback for this evening. Did you really think you could tease me all night and get away with it?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your jaw. You smacked his arm again in frustration and Jimin chuckled, taking your hands in his own before pinning them above your head. “You wound me, babe. What if you were to actually hurt me?” He asked, and you cursed under your breath.

“Then so be it, you’d probably be into it anyway. Just— please, Jimin, I’m desperate.”

Jimin tilted his head in thought for a few moments, but then you watched as he climbed off of you and the bed, going to stand on the floor as he looked at you expectantly.

“You know what to do,” he hummed, and you quickly pulled off your dress all the way, tossing it to the other side of the bedroom as you made your way to the floor, soft carpet cushioning your knees as you kneeled in front of your lover. You pressed your lips gently to the bulge in his briefs and he took in a sharp breath, a hand making its way up to his hair and he brushed it up out of his face. Your eyes flickered up to him and he bit his bottom lip, trying to refrain from saying anything. He knew you were in as playful a mood as he was, and didn’t want to push it. You hooked your fingers around the elastic and pulled it down, Jimin’s length springing out once you pulled his briefs down his legs. He swallowed hard when the cold air hit him but barely had time to think because you were taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. His hands found their way into your hair and he dropped his head, moaning lowly. He slowly rolled his hips into your mouth but you stopped him, placing your hands so he couldn’t, and he huffed.

“Baby, please,” he said softly, and you took him into your mouth a little bit more. The warmth spread through his entire body and he licked his lips, swallowing hard. You hummed against the weight in your mouth and his body tensed, thigh muscles taut. He tossed his head back when you briefly took him into the back of your throat before pulling off of him completely, your lips making a popping sound. You stood up, and just as Jimin was about to whine you shut him up with your lips on his own, and your hand found its way down to wrap around his length. He held you close, passionately kissing you. His tongue explored your mouth as you jacked him off, swallowing his whimpers and whines. Proud of yourself, you brushed your tongue against his own and he moaned softly, the sound getting louder when you pulled away and leaned down, pressing your lips into the crook of his neck and biting gently.

“Shit- baby, oh fuck I’m so close,” he whined out, chest heaving as he pressed into you, and you felt his dick twitch in your hand.

“Are you?” You asked, before nipping at his skin some more. “Tell me how close.”

Jimin couldn’t hold it back anymore. Although he loved being in control, when you took the reigns, you had them. He couldn’t help himself when he became putty in your hands, begging for more.

Shit— your hand feels so good but your mouth feels better- I want to feel you even more— shit! Oh, my god, I can- it’s going to- I’m gonna—” and just before he cried out you pulled your hands away, precum dripping from his length, the tip red and angry. He whined, motioning to grab your body but you slipped away quickly, laughing to yourself.

“Babe. Baby— Y/N, please,” he pleaded, panting lightly as he tried to recover. His legs were shaking. “Fucking— shit, please,” he whimpered, and you looked back at him.

“Lie down on the bed,” you said softly, and heard the mattress moving as he quickly made his way to the middle of it, laying on his back. You hummed to yourself, turning around to see him waiting expectantly, hands at his sides. You almost took pity on him, but decided it was time for the games to stop. You were just as horny as he was, and you really wanted to finally feel him inside you.

Finally, you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap as you hovered over his hard member, a hand placed on his chest. He watched you intensely, biting his bottom lip as he stifled a moan. You smirked softly, before moving your hips back to sit on his thighs, so close yet so far from your final destination. He groaned, slowly getting more and more fed up.

“Not as confident as you were before, hm?” You asked, leaning forward a bit to drag your nails down his stomach. He took in a deep breath, moaning out at the feeling. “What happened to the big guy who was pushing me against walls and telling me what to do all the time? Now you’re just laying under me, moaning and whining like the good boy you are,” you hummed, tilting your head as you looked at him. His face was red and sweat had stuck his hair to his forehead, eyes dark with lust as watched your movements.

“But you still look so pretty, breathing heavily and begging me to touch you. Do you want more?” You asked and he ran a hand through his hair once more, watching you intensely.

“I want you to sit on me and ride me until you come, and then I want to flip us over and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, and then I’m going to come on your stomach,” he said lowly, and his confidence caught you off guard, and you chuckled softly. You always had the most fun when the two of you fought for power. Both of you ended up winning in some way in the end, but you wanted to try your best to keep him as submissive as possible throughout this. So, with a goal in mind, you lifted yourself up before positioning yourself over Jimin’s length, slowly sinking down on him. The both of you let out a moan as the first of your pent-up frustrations made their way out of your bodies. He moved to put his hands on your waist but you slapped his hands away, lifting yourself up and bringing your hips back down, body flooding with pleasure at every move. You could feel that Jimin felt the same, his muscles tensing under your fingers at the feeling. Already it was getting too good and you had just started.

Soon enough you found yourself bouncing against Jimin’s hips, sweat dripping down your body. The mixture of yours and his moans, as well as the slapping sound of skin against skin bounced against the walls and filled the room, the air thick with the smell of sex and the heat from your skin. Thighs burning, you were so incredible so but so, so close. You could feel it, the heat spreading all the way from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You moaned loudly as the liquid pleasure began to pool in your belly and you clenched tightly around his length inside of you, and he moaned out loudly. You grasped his hands and held them tight, eyes shut as you focused on bringing yourself over to the edge. His hips rolled up hard against yours when finally that coil snapped and you gasped out, breathing shakily. Your nails dug into his hand as you came hard, the pleasure filling your body as your muscles tensed, and your hips stuttered at the feeling. Jimin didn’t give you any time to recover when you felt your back hit the mattress and you cried out, his hips ramming into yours.

“I always get what I want,” he whispered in your ear as he thrust hard into you, holding your hands above your head. There was so much stimulation that all of your nerves were on fire and you were almost begging Jimin to give you a break, just a little bit to calm down, but you couldn’t get the words out, your mind a blubbered mess of absolutely nothing. You scratched down his back, leaving red marks on his skin as he worked his body into yours hard. He moaned in your ear, pressing his lips against yours to stifle your cries of overstimulation as his hips stuttered.

You panted heavily, throat sore from calling out so loudly. He pried himself away from you as he pulled out, stroking himself quickly before finally, thick white strands splashed against your stomach and heaving chest, body burning from exertion and effort. Jimin breathed heavily, closing his eyes as he caught his breath, and he looked down to see you glancing up at him through your eyelashes, body painted in his colour. He admired it while he calmed himself down before walking to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it. You found yourself being wiped clean by the man, then he laid down on your body and nuzzles his head into your chest, closing his eyes. The two of you were exhausted.

When you finally felt well enough to speak, you lifted a tired arm and slapped Jimin on the back, earning a small whimper.

“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you complained, bringing your arm up to play with his hair. He hummed in response, pressing a kiss to your chest.

“That’s okay. We have the room until tomorrow night, and then I can just carry you to the car if it’s still that bad,” he snickered, and you huffed.

“That’s not the point. The point is that I’m going to be in pain and it’s your fault.”

At that, he lifted his head, brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you.  "Um, excuse me, but who’s the one who was teasing me for hours all night?“ He asked, and you laughed softly.

“Not my point. Stop talking,” you smiled and he rested his head back against you.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt Jimin moving off of you and his weight off the bed, causing you to open your eyes to look at him. When you saw him, he had a mischievous expression on his face and a tie in his hand.

“Round two?”

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[CC][Engsub]170919 Show Champion Behind EP 64 | Wanna One - Sewoon - Samuel

Here is my 2 cents on B.A.P not winning

I don’t say a lot on this blog but I have seen the drama in our fandom of B.A.P not winning on The Show. And yes, I am frustrated too but sometimes it just doesn’t happen. We have worked hard even just to get them nominated. And saying B.A.P doesn’t care for awards shouldn’t stop us.

They work so hard and even if they say they don’t care, it would still be nice for them to win. IT WOULD STILL MAKE THEM HAPPY. Think about it this way, wouldn’t you like to be validated, or rewarded for your hard work? Just as you would like to get rewarded for your hard work, so would B.A.P.

But, I am not ok with fans shaming other fans of not being real B.A.P fans cuz they didn’t “try hard enough”. You don’t know their situations. They may be too busy to sit there and stream Honeymoon or to vote constantly. As a older fan, I juggle work, uni and an extra course outside of uni. It keeps me busy but I try to stream Honeymoon as much as I can, I try to vote as much as I can and I have bought Blue.

We are all trying so don’t you go calling fans fake. You have no right to do so. We are trying our best.

Just keep trying, keep voting, keep streaming. Support B.A.P in anyway possible but don’t get pressured into it.

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Happy Birthday, BTS!

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Attention please! Due to a blockage on our track, we have stopped at East Daegu Station. We should either wait for the rescue team, or we’ll have to reach Busan in another train. As soon as I end this announcement, I will find a working train and put it on left most track. I repeat, left most track. If you’re alive, please transfer safely! Godspeed. 

- Train to Busan; 부산행  (2016)

BTS as Text Faces
  • Seokjin: (◕‿◕✿)
  • Yoongi: ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)
  • Hoseok: ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ
  • Namjoon: ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪
  • Jimin: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Taehyung: \ (•◡•) /
  • Jungkook: ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
  • ~Bonus~
  • Vmin: (☞゚ヮ゚)☞ ☜(゚ヮ゚☜)
  • Taehyung: *Sprains ankle*
  • Doctor: Does it hurt when you put pressure on it?
  • Taehyung: Let me check
  • Taehyung: *To ankle* c'mon dude it's just one cigarette

Do you ever just watch BTS videos and feel happy because they exist? Because Sleepy introduced Namjoon to Bang Sihyuk and he had an idea to form a group? Because Jin was at that street at that exact time and got casted? Because Yoongi saw the poster advertising the “Hit It” and decided to audition? Because Hoseok choose Bighit over JYP? Because Jungkook couldn’t get in when he auditioned for Superstar K3 and was casted by BigHit’s staff? Because Jimin was recommended to audition by his teacher? Because Taehyung followed his friend to his audition and was noticed by company’s staff ? Because these 7 dorks had changed your life for the better?