If you’re taking requests could you do Pynk!Yoongi x reader with the prompts “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.” and if you could combine this one with “did that person just take a picture of us?” Too that would great 💕 And I just wanted to let you know that you are a really underrated writer (and a fantastic one at that ) that I wish more people knew about 💕🥺
Awww Thank you so much! This really made my day like you have no idea lol
“oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.” + “did that person just take a picture of us?”||M.YJ
(edited the words some for sake of flow in terms of story telling and what not)
Word Count:1290
Warnings: Sex toy(remote cotrol vibrator), slight dom/sub dynamics (if u squint really hard) , kinda just typed this up, cumming in pants, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism i think that’s all
A/N: This went in a completely different direction than what I was kind of intending tbh but I’m happy with how it turned out. This takes place in the same universe as Pynk btw. Enjoy reader being a simp for Yoonji yall
Min Yoonji is a menace to society you’ve decided. Sure she was an ACTUAL menace to society what with her business dealing in organized crime in the underworld and the shadows that came with it. Yes she is a menace to society but in this moment her inconveniencing you was more of a pressing issue than whatever the fuck random topic she was going on about to distract you from the buzzing in your pussy. Sure, you did ask for this but you know how they say hindsight is 20/20?
When you first met her Yoonji was so sweet. You never imagined that the pretty girl in the cafe you frequented would be capable of such...terror?Destruction? A pulse from the toy inside you as it shifts to a higher setting.
Ah, that’s right torture would be more fitting here.
Here she is, your lovely girlfriend looking at you with a calculated innocence. The silence of her unanswered question hanging in the air. Fuck, she wants an answer.
“U-um what… what was that?”
“I said, remember you used to wear stockings all the time? Good times.”
Now that takes you back.
When you first saw her she seemed so unbothered. As if no matter anyone else’s issues, time would halt for her while she finished her drink and croissant. She moved with an ease that should’ve made you think immediately of how different your statuses must've been. Instead it made you want to get closer to her; to approach her and ask how she made as mundane an action as swiping on her phone put the grace of the most talented ballet dancers to shame. Everything she did was measured as if she knew at every instant exactly how long her actions would take.
It drew you in more than you cared to realize. As embarrassing as it is, her grace was one of the reasons you wanted to know her better. The moment her time was interrupted (and your spell broken) by a phone call on her end, you felt decidedly disappointed but not heartbroken.
It wasn’t until she returned the week after that on the same day that you decided to invest in yourself to make yourself confident enough to even breathe near her. And after that second encounter with her you and your friend went to the store where you would purchase your first pair of stockings.
“Ah yeah the s-stock...ings.” you managed to whimper out. At this point you began trembling and although she hadn't asked for any further elaboration you were near your peak and not really thinking rationally. Just trying to throw out whatever would make you cum faster. “Y...You know I only wore those for you.”
A silence that occurs alongside a quirk of Yoonji’s eyebrow followed by the vibrations of the vibrator slowing to a dreadful stop. “Oh really, what do you mean princess?”
You curse Yoonji mentally and your earlier self for manifesting this albeit later and at an unwanted time. Still, Yoonji wants an answer and she’ll delay your orgasm until she gets it. “Well I- I thought you were so pretty but out of my league.” you pause hoping that would satisfy her but the silence lets you know that she wants you to continue even without looking at her or any verbal confirmation. “S-so I thought that maybe if I wear stockings then she’ll think I’m classy like her and wanna go o- on a date with me.”
When she doesn’t respond you look up from the table you'd been death gripping to see she’s staring at you with this look of adoration. It’s a bit pitying as though she finds your past self’s train of thought hilariously stupid (which admittedly… it kind of was based on what your relationship is), but overall so...loving. When Yoonji looks at you like you could do no wrong you truly feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Moments like these make you feel like you’re worthy of Yoonji’s time. Not that she’s ever made you feel inferior but that she’s a busy woman who’s important, beautiful, wealthy, and confident and out of all the people in the world she chooses to be here with you. She enjoys your company more than anyone else in the world and that alone makes you feel better than anything that’s ever been told to you
“Come here my love.” She scoots her chair back and pats her lap and honestly all she had to do was say my love and you were hers. You briefly wonder if she’s aware of how much you’re wrapped around her finger before remembering that you’re the same person who begged her to stick a remote control vibrator inside of you.
You walk over to her and rest your knees on either side of her body, it’s a little cramped in the small chair, but you manage. She cups your ass with her long fingers and turns the vibrator back on.
Your legs shake immediately at the stimulation and your head falls to her neck as she massages circles into your ass.
You hump the air, trying to get some friction, but Yoonji’s in no rush to aid you by moving her thigh upwards some. Despite this, electricity shoots through your toes and up your spine and you grip your fingers into Yoonji’s hair. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“There’s no one here, cum for me.”
“But-”
“I said,” she retorts, turning up the vibrator to the max setting allowed “Cum for me princess.”. She sticks her hands down your pants and squeezes, now unhindered by your jeans. You abandon all pretenses of modesty and cum for her right there in your fucking pants. You came with a shout and a wild bucking of your hips to which she responds by lowering the intensity on the toy and pressing delicate kisses to your neck while whispering gentle and soothing words into your ear.
You cum and it’s like all good sense returns to you as soon as you feel how soaked your panties are. “Yoonji, why’d you let me do that? Now I’m gonna have to walk around like a penguin for the rest of our date.” you pout and in that moment Yoonji thinks you couldn’t look anymore perfect. Carefully laid edges starting to come undone with the sweat, pouty, lipgloss rubbed off but somehow still managing to shine so beautifully in the sun. It’s almost laughable how quickly you revert to being bratty after getting your way.
“I can always buy you new ones.” she offers pragmatically.
“But baby”, you bury your head into her neck, “I liked-” -click- you freeze, feeling a multitude of emotions but mortification does a good job encapsulating the way you feel. You frantically assess the situation around you looking for any one person to blame. “D-did someone just take a picture of us?”
The way Yoonji moves is surprisingly unbothered and you look up to see her phone camera pointed at your face. Well, that solves that. She takes a picture of your confusion before wrapping her blazer around your waist and directing her personal waitstaff to escort you to the bathroom and provide you with a fresh change of clothes.
You depart with a quick peck on the lips and promise to be right back. She waves and smiles at you until you’re forced to turn around to be led into her manor.
She turns around searching the endless expanse of the view from her balcony as though she’s already pinpointed her target, something- no someone, she grimaces before growling out, “Now then, who the hell is trying to intrude on my time with my girlfriend”.
“You’re my new pillow.” And “its not morning yet.” With female yoongi?
“You’re my new pillow.” And “its not morning yet.” With female yoongi?|| Drabble prompt
A/N: This can be read as a continuation to the pynk series or as a standalone\
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 230
“Yoonji, get off of me.”
“No.”
“Yoonji” you warned, however the threat is somewhat less effective because of how tired you sound.
You had work today and Yoonji was having absolutely none of it. She wasn’t particularly heavy, however, her dead-weighting combined with your already low desire to get out of bed in the first place led to your current predicament.
“Yoonji, you know I have work today, could you please get off me so I can get dressed?”, you asked in the sweetest sleepy voice you could manage.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re my new pillow.” she pauses as if to think “Now go back to sleep.”
“I can hear the birds chirping”
She let out a muffled groan against your bare back, “It’s not even morning yet, please cuddle with me a little longer”
At this you smile into your pillow, Yoonji was always clingy when she was tired.
Feeling a little more awake you turn from your stomach to your sideto see Yoonji’s peaceful expression. You kiss her nose watching as it scrunches up before going to kiss her lips delicately.
You pull away only to have Yoonji still chasing your lips. She opens her eyes a little and pouts.
“Do you really have to go? Can’t you call in sick or something?”
“Yoonji we go through this every day”, you tease before placing another kiss on her nose, “I love you sweetie.”
A/n: my bisexual ass is in love with Min Yoonji, so happy pride month cuties~ Also, I suck at warnings so I apologize if I missed anything.
Word Count: 2,706
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Crying, talk about anxiety, anxiety attacks, swearing
You watched as Yoonji nervously ran her hand through her hair, the black locks contrasting with her pale fingers. You knew it was wrong to find her nervousness funny, but she was always so undisturbed and collected. So, it was always a pleasure to see her let loose and show her true emotions. Sure, she was herself whenever she was with you, but she never let these types of feelings show. Never did she let you see her nervous, sad, or anxious. Even when she asked you out, she was calm. Hell, even when she first said 'I love you' she wasn't nervous. You were the one sweating, afraid she didn't feel the same.
"You okay Yoonji?" you asked, completely amused at how she started to slightly pace your bedroom floor, muttering to herself. Either she ignored you or didn't hear you, for she didn't even spare you a glance.
Tilting your head to the side, you tried, once again, to get her attention, "Babe."
"Huh?" Yoonji finally looked up from the ground. You tried not to smile at the look on her face, but it was all too amusing.
Biting your lip, trying and failing to hide the grin over taking your face, you asked her again, "I asked you if you were okay. So, are you?" She scoffed, quitting her pacing and giving you a glare, though you knew it held no hard feelings.
"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay? There's nothing to be nervous about. Why? Do I look nervous? I don't think I do. What are you even talking about Y/n? I'm not nervous," Yoonji continued to go on, trying so hard to make it seem like everything was fine. But you knew better, and it was hilarious that she thought she could fool you.
You hummed, watching her start her nervous pacing again, "If you say so. Are you ready to leave?" Your words caused her to cease her movements.
"Y-yeah," her voice cracked, so she cleared her throat, "Yeah, I'm totally ready. When do we leave again? Tomorrow?" It was cute how she forgot the date. You chuckled, watching as she looked at you curiously.
"Baby," you paused, walking closer to hold her hands, "We're actually leaving today, in about five minutes actually." It was almost comical at how wide her eyes got. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, not knowing how to respond.
Stuttering, she finally got a sentence out, "What? We leave today?" Laughing, you nodded, swinging your joined hands. She muttered a quiet, "fuck."
"C'mon, let's head out," you said, leading the way out of your bedroom. When you got to the living room, you saw your roommate, Namjoon.
He looked up from the book he was reading, waving goodbye to the two of you, "Have a great time, I'll see you in a week." Yoonji groaned, hating the fact classes started back up next week. Both you and Namjoon chuckled, before he continued on, “Oh, by the way, I’m having the guys over the day you get back. We’re gonna have a small get together before classes start.”
Yoonji grumbled, crossing her arms, mad at how she’d have to deal with six other idiots for a full day. One of them being her twin brother. You threw your head back in laughter, grabbing your suitcases and tugging your girlfriend out to the car.
Putting your belongings in the trunk of your car, you saw Yoonji get into the passenger seat. Closing the back, you walked to the drivers side and got in, starting the engine. Halfway to your destination, you finally addressed Yoonji's fidgety state. Knowing why she was moving around so much, you brought it to attention.
"They're going to love you, don't worry!" You laughed, taking your right hand off the wheel to grab her left one. If you noticed how her hand was sweaty, you didn't show it, and for that she was grateful. She wasn't used to being nervous, at least not this nervous, so she didn't know how to act.
Letting out a shaky sigh, she laced her fingers with yours, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not even worried about that. I know they'll love me." She attempted to control her voice and keep it even, but had no luck. You smiled, shaking your head at how she tried to play the 'cool' act.
"It's okay to be nervous baby," you ran your thumb across the back of her hand, giving it a tight squeeze. She squeezed yours back, still sitting tensely.
Yoonji looked out the window, not wanting you to see her eyes get glassy, "I'm not nervous." She thought she had said it loud and clear, but instead it was a mere mumble.
"What was that?" you took a quick glance at her, before turning your focus back onto the road ahead of you.
Clearing her throat, Yoonji spoke louder, "I said, I'm not nervous." She really didn't mean to come off rude, and felt guilty when you pulled your hand away from hers. She grasped your hand and tangled your digits with hers, "Wait, I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to sound rude. You're right, I am nervous." Yoonji would hate herself if she had made you mad, especially since you guys were on your way to your parents. What she didn't know, was that you were also feeling guilty. You didn't want to make her mad or uncomfortable.
"Yoonji, I didn't mean to tease you. There really is nothing to be nervous about. I'm positive they'll love you," your voice was light, reassuring her anxiousness. Silence filled the car, making you worried about whether or not you had made it worse.
It stayed that way for a few seconds, before Yoonji whispered, "But what if they don't?" A lonely tear fell from her eyes, and she wiped it quickly before you could see. More tears started to drop one after the other. She used her free hand to muffle the cries wanting to escape.
Your head snapped towards her when quiet sniffles met your ears. Switching your gaze back to the road, you tighten your hold on her hand. Not wanting to embarrass her or pressure her into talking, you kept silent. All that could be heard in the small vehicle, was her sniffling and cries. You tried not to interfere and just let her have her time, you really did, but it pains you to see her hurting.
Pulling off to the side of the road, you switch the car off and turn to face her, "Hey, hey, Yoonji look at me." She continued to stare out the window, ashamed to be crying in front of you. When it looked like she wasn't going to acknowledge you, you tried again, "Baby, please look at me.”
Yoonji finally looked at you, and the sight shattered your heart. She sat in her seat, her body slightly trembling from keeping her sobs in. Tears were cascading rapidly down her flushed cheeks, lips quivering in sadness. Her eyes were focused on her lap, not wanting to meet your sympathetic ones. Only when you put your hand under her chin, pushing her face up, that they did.
"Oh, baby..." your voice was faint, not liking how broken she looked. She shook her head, her hair falling in her face, blocking your view of her once more. Moving the pieces behind her ear, you lightly brought her face back to gaze into her eyes.
Inhaling a shaky breath, she asked for reassurance one more time, "What happens if they don't like me though? I-I love you so much and you're so special to me and I can't, I can't lose you." By the time she finished, her breathing picked up, looking like she was about to have a panic attack.
"Hey, Yoonji. It's okay, baby, it's okay. I promise they will. And if they don't, which won't happen, then that won't change anything. No matter what, I'll still love you, and I'll still be with you. Forever. " you soothed her worries, one hand cradling her cheek, and the other bringing her hand up to press a soft kiss to it.
Leaning into your touch, she closed her eyes, letting out a relieved breath, "I love you." The three words had your heart overflowing with joy. It wasn't often she said them, and when she did, you cherished the moment.
"And I love you," you declared, landing a kiss on her cheek. You pulled away, about to turn on the car to hit the road, but she pulled you into a loving kiss. You reciprocated it, feeling her smile once you did. It was short and sweet, just how you loved.
When it ended, you started the engine, eyes looking at the clock. They widened when you saw the time, seeing you were already twenty-five minutes late. Yoonji bit her lip, feeling responsible when she noticed the time as well. She opened her mouth, about to apologize, but shut it when you gave her a reassuring smile. Relaxing in her seat for the first time since you started the trip, she held your hand in hers.
By the time you arrived at your parents' place, it was forty minutes past the time you all agreed on. Parking the car, you unlocked the doors, letting go of Yoonji's hand to get out. Closing the door, you walked to the back. You opened the trunk, pulling out the two suitcases. You expected to hear a car door shut, and to see Yoonji standing next to you. Hearing nothing but the sounds of the night, you looked up and saw that she was still in her seat.
Eyes softening, you abandoned the luggage, instead going to your girlfriend. Stopping in front of her door, you saw she had locked the car. Tapping on the window, you motioned her to put it down. Seeing you had left the keys in the ignition, she pushed the button, letting the window open.
"Are you going to get out anytime soon?" you asked her, and not wanting to make her feel ashamed, you added, "You can take your time. They won't mind waiting a few more minutes."
She shook her head, taking a deep breath in and then letting it out. Rolling the window back up, she turned the car off, pulled the key out, and then motioned for you to back up. Doing as she asked, you watched as she opened the door. Getting out, she stood in front of you with her hands clasped in front of her.
Closing the space between you, you wrapped your arms around her neck. She placed hers around your waist, bringing you in as close as possible. She nuzzled her face into your neck, breathing in your scent. The smell of your favorite shampoo calms her nerves down, allowing her body to relax further in your embrace.
After a while, you took a step back, breaking the hug, "C'mon, let's go inside." She nodded her agreement, following you to grab the suitcases.
You grabbed her hand, bringing it to your lips to place a gentle kiss upon it, and then headed for the front door. Placing one more reassuring kiss on Yoonji's hand, you rang the doorbell. Instantly you could her the family dog barking and footsteps approaching.
The door swung open and there stood your mom, "Sweetie! We were getting worried you weren't ever going to make it." She pulled you into a hug, making you let go of Yoonji's hand. Releasing you, she turned to where a nervous Yoonji was standing.
"Hello Mrs. L/n," Yoonji smiled, one full of nerves, and politely bowed. Your mom took one look at her and noticed how scared she looked. She couldn’t blame the poor girl, she was once in her shoes. And she would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous when she met her husband’s parents.
"Oh come here dear!" she pulled your girlfriend into her embrace, Yoonji letting out a shocked noise. Your mom gave her a welcoming smile when she pulled away. She ushered the two of you inside when a cold breeze blew by.
Entering through the door, you were attacked by your dog. Reaching down to pet her, you cooed, "Bada~ who's a good puppy." Yoonji watched with love in her eyes, the sight too cute to handle.
Your mom watched as a gummy smile appeared on Yoonji's face. She could tell just by looking at her, that she loved you with all her heart. Feeling an arm wrap around her shoulders, your mom looked to see your dad had come in from the kitchen.
"Well, well, well, if isn't my princess," your dad's teasing brought your attention away from the dog. You looked up and gasped, before squealing and running into his arms.
"Dad!" you said, hugging him tightly. He laughed, messing your hair up and pulling away from you. You held your breath, carefully watching Yoonji to see how this plays out.
Clearing his throat, he looked to Yoonji, "You must be her girlfriend, am I right?" Yoonji gulped, straightening her back, and saw him looking at her warily.
"Y-yes sir. I'm Min Yoonji," she bowed, closing her eyes in regret. How could she let her voice crack? She stood up slowly, not wanting to see the disappointment in your eyes or the judging look in your dad's. Though, she was relieved to see neither of those.
Instead, he stood with a teasing smile, his voice playful, "Well, miss Yoonji, welcome to the family." She let out a shaky sigh, eyes softening.
"You don't have to be nervous, sweetie. We already think of you as a daughter," your mom announced, with your dad nodding his head in confirmation.
You cooed as Yoongi's eyes filled with liquid, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing her cheek. She froze, eyes wide and uncertain, not sure if your parents would be comfortable with the pda. Seeing how they just smiled, she relaxed, leaning into your side.
"You guys missed dinner, but I put the leftovers in the microwave," your mom said, putting a hand on your dad's arm. Pushing him towards their room, she wished you guys a goodnight, leaving you on your own. She knew Yoonji needed time to be completely comfortable in their presence, and wanted nothing more than to make that happen.
Once they left the room, you tugged Yoonji into the kitchen, "C'mon, I'm starving." She let you drag her by the hand, smiling as she looked at you. You guys ate the food, putting your dirty dishes in the sink. Taking your luggage, you brought it upstairs.
Stopping in front of your childhood bedroom, you turned to Yoonji, "You excited to sleep?" You knew she loved her sleep and couldn't help but to tease her.
She rolled her eyes, holding back her smile, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
Laughing you put the suitcases by your dresser, pulling out your pajamas and Yoongi's. Handing them to her, you watched as she took her shirt and shorts off. Your breath hitched in your throat as soon as you saw her milky skin, clad in only a bra with matching boy shorts. She smirked at you before putting her pajamas on, the ones with little cookies on them. She looked so cute, that you couldn't help but to let out a quiet 'awh.'
Quickly changing into your own pajamas, you jumped onto your double bed. Yoonji raised an eyebrow at your actions, watching as you giggled. When you pouted at her and gave her grabby hands, she finally made her way to you. Climbing onto the bed, she sat next to you. She let out a surprised when you pulled her to lay on top you. She rested her weight on her hands that were placed on either side of your head. She stared at you with love in her gaze.
Getting lost in your eyes, she moved closer and gently kissed you. She put all the emotions she was feeling into the one kiss. She wanted you to know how grateful she was to have you.
