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i have something… controversial to say 

I may have cried when I read that. He deserves everything and has faced so much adversity and still Western institutions require him and BTS to work ten times harder for the recognition they deserve.

I love them and I know this is not over. They will still get their Grammy one day. And I will continue to love Yoongi and BTS no matter what awards they win, or don’t win.

honestly yoongi's weverse post makes me so much sadder because bts shouldn't have to run three times harder than their peers to get the awards and acknowledgement they deserve... we all know if they were white and an english group they would be treated much differently. i hate the thought that they think this is somehow on them for not working hard enough when they work harder than anyone else.

Exceptions

Genre: smut, pwp if you squint, sub Soyeon, dom Reader

Pairing: Soyeon/Female Reader, side of Yuqi/Reader

Warnings: 18+ (please do not read this if under 18), mommy kink, use of a strap on, voyeurism (consensual), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, mentions of blowjobs, nipple piercings

Synopsis: You’ve wanted Soyeon from the moment you saw her. But after seeing her hook up with guy after useless guy, you’d given up on ever getting to have Soyeon yourself. That is, until she asks to watch you with another lady.

Note: I guess I’m doing female Kpop idol imagines now? Idk lol just got weird inspiration for this one and wrote it out as quickly as I could. I may do more of these. I probably won’t take requests at this time, but do let me know if there’s an idol you’d like me to do.

You had Soyeon right where you wanted her. On her back, her schoolgirl skirt falling between her open thighs and her shirt pushed up to reveal her tits. They were pierced with perfect little silver balls on each side. You let your tongue run over one, eliciting an appreciative mewl.

Ever since you met her, you knew you wanted her. You first met Soyeon has a friend of a friend when you all went out to the club together.

You watched as she shook her ass for a guy way below her league. The next morning you had to hear about how he took her into the bathroom and stuffed her throat with his cock and came all over her face. It only made you think about riding her face and leaving her a mess afterward.

There was no indication that Soyeon was interested in you—or girls even—until about a month later at another trip to the club. You’d finally given up on Soyeon ever having any sapphic realizations and decided to find a girl for the night.

Within an hour you spotted a cute girl with a bob hair cut and hearts painted under her eyes. You started dancing and only learned her name was Yuqi after your hands had wandered to her ass.

Soon, the two of you were on one of the couches in the back. Yuqi straddled one of your thighs as you made out, and you could feel her clothes cunt clenching when you stuck your hand up her shirt.

As Yuqi kissed your neck, you caught a pair of eyes watching you. Soyeon sat at a table a few feet away, a drink in her hand. She didn’t have disdain or disgust in her eyes, but rather something you recognized as curiosity. It must have been what led her to walk over to you.

“Yuqi,” you said, getting the girl to pause. “Let’s take this to a hotel.” Yuqi nodded and was able to climb off you when she noticed Soyeon.

“Hey Soyeon,” you said. “What can I help you with?” You looked over at Yuqi who looked slightly annoyed by the interruption and the hold up.

“C-Can I watch?”

“You want to watch me fuck her?” The light thump of music filled the silence. After a few beats, you looked down at Yuqi. “I don’t care. Do you?”

Yuqi shook her head.

***

You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to put on a show for Soyeon or because Yuqi was the type of sub that demanded it, but you ended up tying her to the bed. Like you had imagined doing to Soyeon all those weeks ago, you rode Yuqi’s face until you came.

You hummed and pulled off, smoothing down her hair and admiring the painted hearts that had since smeared.

“Mm, such a good girl for mommy aren’t we?” You hand dove down to where her panties were already drenched. She squirmed and let out little whines, begging you to take her further.

It was when you got out the strap on that Soyeon’s eyes went wide. While her interest has been waning after you came, the appearance of such a toy suddenly cause her to perk up.

Yuqi, too, seemed anxious. As you strapped on the dildo and lined yourself up, you watched Yuqi fall apart beneath you.

You looked up and saw the front of Soyeon’s jeans open, her hand forced down the fabric of her panties which you could just barely make out the color of: red.

You went harder.

***

“How did you first find out you liked girls?” Soyeon asked about an hour later after Yuqi cleaned herself up and left.

“I don’t know. I never really had to. From day one I sort of just found myself more into girls. Then I made out with a girl at summer camp once and it sorta just solidified it.” You took a sip of the beer the two of you sipped. “Why? You thinking you might be into girls?”

Soyeon shifted. “I mean, I definitely like guys, but—“ She glances back towards the bed. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckled and finished off your drink, satisfied for the night. “Well, if you’re ever interested—“ You stand up to get ready to leave and look back, pointing at the bed. “I can always do that you, you know?”

***

Soyeon was on a mission that night. At first, you thought nothing of the way she bumped against you while dancing, her curves seemingly accidentally sliding against your own.

You had noticed the lacy black crop top that offered little more coverage than a bra, paired with a school girl style skirt that just barely covered the curve of her ass. Paired with boots, an industrial looking belt, and her flowing dyed blonde hair, she looked sexy as hell.

Through the top you could see the ball ends of her nipple piercings which wetted your panties with just a look. If she was your girlfriend, you’d take her into the nearest dark corner and punish her for that.

After a while, Soyeon lost herself in the music and didn’t notice the way her skirt came up when she danced sometimes. Allowing you a brief look at her almost bare ass, save for the small red strip of fabric of her thing.

You had to dive into the bathroom and rub one out after that. Trying to be quick and quiet, you froze as you heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Y/N? You in here?” Soyeon’s voice asked.

You almost didn’t say anything, but found yourself answering her anyway. You were working on getting yourself cleaned up, disappointed that you didn’t get to your release.

“Will you let me in?”

You don’t know what possesses you to let her in before you’ve fully pulled up your jeans, but when she sees you, she smirks.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself into trouble,” she said, chuckling. It almost enraged you the way she took over the conversation, but it also made you quiver with the need for your release even more.

“Yeah, with no thanks to you.”

Soyeon gets on her knees then, her hands coming to your hips and the the top of your jeans. She goes to pull them down, but you stop her.

“You’re drunk.”

“Mm, no,” she said. “Perfectly sober. I just know what I want now.”

“And, what do you want?”

“To do what I do best.” This caused you to raise an eyebrow as she looked up at you. “Give oral in dirty club bathrooms.”

She pulled down your jeans so they rested around your knees and slowly went for your panties. With little hesitation, she brought her lips to your clit and sucked on it.

For never having gone down on a pussy before, Soyeon was a natural. It took a bit longer than usual, but you found yourself coming against her lips with your hand in your hair.

“Fuck,” you said. “We’re leaving. Now.”

***

You’d waited what felt like years for this. Seeing Soyeon as she was now, all spread out just for you.

Unlike most hookups, you actually brought her back to your place. You weren’t one to develop feelings so quickly, but something about Soyeon made you want to keep this moment as private as possible.

“Mm, you’ve been so bad today, baby girl. Finally deciding on what you want and thinking you can just take it.”

Your hands roamed across her body. Her shirt—once pushed against her neck—now laid on the other side of the bed. The belt too was thrown somewhere.

Reaching up her skirt, you wrap a finger through the waistband of her panties. You feel her tense as you slowly begin to ease them down her thighs. You stop just before they lose contact with her core, peeling them ever so slowly from her soaked pussy.

“Mm, you get this wet for that guy you went down on?”

She shook her head and you had her panties down to her knees now. “Use your words, baby girl.”

“No,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

You bring her thong down to her ankles and promptly toss them aside. She started to sit up to unzip her skirt, but you placed a hand in the center of her waist.

“Keep it on,” you said, reaching down fo breach the hem of the skirt and touch her wet cunt. You start her off with two fingers, curling them and keeping a steady pace.

Occasionally, you allowed you tongue to graze over her nipple or her clit. Always earning you appreciative moans that you wish you could play back later.

Soyeon cums soon after you add a third finger. You make a show of pulling out your hand, slick with cum and sweat. You put two fingers in your mouth and lick them dry, letting Soyeon watch as you reveled in her orgasm.

Discarding your own clothes, you go to the closet to retrieve your strap on. You knew it was what she wanted since the moment you saw her wide eyes when you used it on Yuqi.

“This what you wanted, baby girl?”

Soyeon nodded almost frantically and sits up on her knees in anticipation. “Yes.”

You hum in disapproval as you step into the straps and bring them up to your hips. Fastening it, you eye her.

“Yes, what?”

Soyeon blushes. Though, you could tell she loved it by the way a spark seemed to go through her body at your reprimands.

“Yes, Mommy.”

You give an approving sigh as you approach the bed. If this were one of your normal hook ups, this is where you would press her back on the bed, either face down or face up, and rail her until she came.

With Soyeon, you wanted to prove to her that this could be just as good, if not better than anything she’d ever done with a man.

“How do you like it? Missionary? Doggy?”

Soyeon’s gaze flit from you to the bed and back to the dildo strapped to your hips. She seems to understand the control she has in the moment and points to the couch along the wall.

“I wanna ride you.”

You comply and sit down, positioning the dildo just right so that she could sink down on it. You imagined how many others had this view before you and how there was no way they fully appreciated it.

Soyeon kisses you as she straddles your thighs first before eventually aligning herself with the dildo. You watch as she sinks down and begins to bounce.

You’re absolutely enraptured by the way her tits bounce perfectly to the rhythm she’s established. Her hair falls just in front of them, the edges collecting the sweat that forms along her face.

She’s gorgeous and you’re the luckiest woman in the world.

You don’t make her do all the work. After she set the pace, you thrust up into her and reach down to massage her clit. This seems to be just what she needed as she lets out a moan and her head falls back.

“Come on, baby girl. You’re so close. Cum for Mommy.”

With just a few more deep thrusts, Soyeon’s over the edge again. Her body shakes and rattles and she reaches out to hold you as she comes down.

You don’t normally find yourself the cuddling type after sex. Normally, you help your lady clean up, make sure she has a safe way home, and see her out. But, like how Soyeon is an exception to almost every rule, you find her wrapped around you in the afterglow.

“I didn’t you off for a second time though.” She pouts and is reaching for your pussy under the covers.

You chuckle and grab her hand, bringing it up to your lips where you leave a sweet kiss.

“It’s all right, baby girl. I didn’t want to move to fast for you. I know you probably have some things to learn.”

Soyeon chuckles and wraps her arms around your waist, her chin coming to rest in the crook of your collarbone.

“I’m a good student though. I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly.”

“Yes,” you said. “I’m sure.”

Spare Change

Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers AU, Trainee! Yoongi, Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst?

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You spared Min Yoongi some change for the bus. Little did you know he’d pay you back one day.

Author’s Note: In making my masterlist, I realize I totally forgot to cross post my first ever Yoongi one shot. It’s a bit short and very old, but still one of my favorites

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You'd noticed the boy with the headphones on the bus. They were the big fancy type that probably cost more than two months of rent. They appeared to be his most prized possession, his clothes appeared to be mostly hand-me-downs and his phone was a model from a few years before. 

He'd caught you staring more than a few times. He normally just gave you a small smile on most days and went back to the trance of whatever was playing through the headphones. Sometimes he would be grumpy, simply looking back at you and immediately back down. 

You weren't staring at him for the reason you knew he assumed. While he was attractive with his messy black hair and soft eyes, you found yourself drawn to his presence. It was as if he didn't know he were on a bus in the middle of Seoul. He was somewhere else, his fingers lightly tapping to the rhythm and sometimes scribbling lightly in a pocket-sized notebook. You, the bus, the city, and the entire rest of the world didn't exist to him for the ten minutes you saw him everyday. Except for the brief moments you locked eyes.

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It'd been an off day. It was starting to get dark as you boarded the bus. You headed for your seat when the bus lurched off the curb. You hadn't expected the bus to leave so quickly and were thrown off your feet into the nearest set of seats, and unfortunately for you, straight into headphone boy's lap.

You blushed as sat up and straightened into the seat next to him. You couldn't believe what just happened, the embarrassment rushing to your face. 

"I'm sorry," you said, bowing politely. "I hadn't expected the bus to move so quickly."

Headphones boy looked at you--a slight mix of annoyance from the interruption and pity at your embarrassment. He nodded and looked back out the window as if nothing had happened. 

But over the next few weeks, whenever he saw you get on the bus, you noticed a slight smirk pass discreetly over his features.

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You stood behind the boy with headphones as the two of you boarded the bus. He fiddled with the coins in his hand. 

"I don't have enough," he said, quietly, a blush overtaking his face. 

The bus driver looked at him sympathetically, but was unapologetic. The driver simply nodded and waited for the boy to disembark. 

The boy turned around, disheartened, and moved past you towards the door. He bumped your shoulder softly reminding of the previous incident in which you'd accidentally touched the boy. Just as he was about to step back onto the sidewalk, you stopped him. 

"Wait!" you said. "Here." You shoved coins into his hand, enough for that day's fare. You placed your coins in and took a seat. 

"You really didn't have to do that," he said. "I'll make it up to you sometime."

"It's fine," you said. "It was just some spare change I had laying around."

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"Working on another song?" you asked, as you approached Yoongi at the bus stop. He still wore the bulky, expensive headphones, but he normally allowed them to fall down around his neck whenever he saw you.

After the day you paid for his fare, you two had begun talking in the short time you spent on the bus together. At first it was awkward, just exchanging pleasantries, but as time went on you began to feel more comfortable with each other. Now, the twenty minutes you spent on the bus together was the highlight of the day.  

"Yeah," he said, closing the small notebook he took everywhere with him. 

"Can I see?" you asked, smirking. 

You playfully reached for the notebook, but Yoongi just smiled and held out if of your reach. You gave him the satisfaction of jumping for it, causing him to chuckle. 

"Yoongi-ah! I don't understand why you won't show me? Don't you want to release this one day?" 

"Of course," he said. "And you'll hear it then."

You crossed your arms in mock annoyance, but couldn't help the smirk that broke out across your face. You'd heard a lot about his idol training and the boys Yoongi lived with. He worked hard and you hoped one day it would pay off for him. But your broke, knowing he would leave you behind as a distant memory.

You saw the bus heading for the stop knowing your time with Yoongi would now be limited to the ten minute bus ride. 

"Say, how about we take a detour tonight? I'll take you out for ramen?" 

"You know, it's a real hit to my pride whenever you buy me things," he said, dramatically placing his hand over his chest. 

"Oh, get over yourself," you said. "When you're a successful idol, you'll have plenty of money to pay me back." You nudged him as the bus pulled into the stop. 

"All right, all right," he said. "Fine."

"Besides, it's just some spare change I have laying around."

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Over the past few years, you'd watched Yoongi succeed. From his debut, to seeing his face on billboards you passed on the bus. You knew he would leave you behind one day, but you didn't know he would continue to haunt you. 

You traveled to downtown Seoul that day. Not something you typically did anymore after losing your job in the city. You'd been forced to move into a smaller apartment on the outskirts of the city. 

You had a job interview at BigHit Entertainment. You hadn't planned to take the interview, knowing that if you got the job, it may create more than a few awkward situations. But the company was offering a wage you couldn't ignore, at least one you'd interview for. 

You felt the interview went well and the butterflies died down in your stomach as you walked out the building without catching sight of Yoongi.

You just made it to the bus stop before the bus pulled away. You got on and counted out the coins from your pocket. It wasn't enough. 

You felt the tears stinging in your eyes and turned around the leave the bus. You felt as your shoulder brushed someone behind you, but you didn't look up fearing if you did that the tears would fall. 

"Wait!" the stranger said, reaching out for your arm. 

You looked up and met eyes with the stranger, your teary eyes suddenly widening in shock. 

His hair was mostly covered by a snapback, but a small tuft of blond hair was visible from underneath and he wore a black mask, disguising most of his identity. But, you knew it was him. Headphones boy. 

You felt him press a few cold coins into your palm. 

"It was just some spare change I had laying around."

sometimes you start reading a fic and immediately you’re like OH this was written by a child. okay. please know that i am proud of you but also i cannot keep reading this