Three Tangerines (m) | Myg

three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk​ <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno​ @chateautae​ and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty!  total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3

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When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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Today a white hearse got behind me and my friend and then we saw a Subaru with Subauwu as it’s license plate. Then my best friend swears she saw Josh drive pass us in a little blue Hyundai Accent on I-24 towards Nashville 💀 and she’s not a fan of GVF so how she said it was, “Is that Joshua?” As if he was a friend from highschool and then pointed as “Josh” flew by and almost went into the back of a Tacoma which I feel is very on brand. She then proceeded to describe him as (because I unfortunately didn’t see this specimen of a man), “a tiny man with a curly head and a weird little mustache” and in my head I know he drives a Jeep but it makes it so much better to think that man drives a little blue Hyundai Accent

Hi! Do you have any modern day lemon/smut. Like one shot or complete story?

HI,

We have a whole section dedicated to smut on our pinned Masterlist page. 

Smut

Smut: BDSM

Smut: Dominant!Katniss

Smut: Dominant!Peeta

Smut: During the Quarter Quell

Smut: Dry Humping

Smut: Hijacked

Smut: Masturbation

Smut: On The Victory Tour/Train

Smut: The Cave

Don’t beat the ass that feeds you, or something like that

eden’s sleep | myg

When you woke up, he was sitting next to you, smiling fondly. A stranger in disguise, now cold as ice. You hate that you can’t remember him, but you hate even more that you can’t remember what you used to mean to him.

Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut, mentions of death, body issues, spirituality.

# soulmates AU, deity AU, household deity!Yoongi, amnesia, hurt/comfort, slow burn, sub!yoongi, slight degradation, hand job, edging, nipple play, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (female receiving), cum eating.

Read Eden’s sleep while listening to its own Spotify playlist

You feel heavy, burning, writhing on top of something you’ve never touched before. There’s something covering you, caging you like a bird, and it’s soft, but also unknown and so scary. Soft flesh choking your throat, all the colours of the world blinding you— what is this thing sneaking into you that is so strange and yet so relieving to feel inside?

But then you feel it, the soothing sensation tangling with what feels like an extension of your being; the beast ripping you open calms down, and you finally take a hold on the flesh around you.

“Hey.” A man is sitting next to you, smiling fondly. You look down and notice he’s holding a hand – a hand that belongs to you. “You finally woke up. How are you feeling?”

Your voice comes out painfully dry. “What?”

Does he know you? Do you know him? – you don’t even know yourself. You can’t bring yourself to remember anything, just trying it is terribly painful and makes something inside of you creep down into your soul.

“What?” you repeat with a frown. The light coming from the windows is too much for your eyes.

“It’s me, Yoongi. Don’t you—?”

He shuts up as soon as he sees the tears running down your cheeks. Concerned, the man leans over you and tries to wipe them away. His touch is soothing, but a part of your brain tells you to push him away, and so you do, with a swipe of your hand. Not only his face overall, especially his eyes turn colder as they stare at you in search of… something.

“Where…?” you manage to murmur. The vibrations coming from your throat tickle, it makes you shiver. “Where am I?”

But he’s too engrossed in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here…”

“Tell me—” Your hand cups his over your cheek. “Answer me, where am I? What’s— what’s going on? Yoongi?”

“Yes?” he asks hopefully.

“You said your name is Yoongi. Who are you, Yoongi? What is this place? Why do I feel— constricted?”

“You don’t— you don’t know me?” Yoongi asks then, and his face drops again.

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