BTS Smuts

Tongue Technology(Suga)

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You always admired your mentor at BigHit, Yoongi. He preferred that you called him Suga, though. Today, is the moment of truth. You will be showing off your rapping skills, that you worked so hard to achieve, even after Yoongi paused the training for a while. He told you to take a break from practicing, but as usual, you didn't take his advice. Of course, you were very fatigued, trying so hard to impress your hot, irresistible, squishy, badass mentor.

     He didn't know it, but you had a major crush on him. You were too shy to tell him, and way prettier girls are always throwing themselves at him.

You stand in the recording studio, feeling a bit queasy, from lack of sleep, and food, as well as water. You stayed up, seven days straight, practicing all day, never taking a break. You massage your temples, as a wave of nausea hits you like a fire truck. "Damn, that really doesn't feel right." "Y/n? Are you ok?" Suddenly, Yoongi is by your side, looking at you worriedly.

"I-I'm fine, Suga. Just, lets get on with practice." "You sure?" "Yeah, just feeling a little under the weather." "Whatever you say. Let's start practicing." You smile, anticipating his shocked expression when he sees how hard you worked. Sure, you lost your voice, but you can still strain it to rap. You are just loud enough, that Yoongi can hear you if he's next to you. You are usually quiet, so he doesn't put two and two together.

"Wow. You've really improved, Y/n!" Seeing him smile happily, his chest swelling with pride, makes you even happier. When you stand up to finally get a drink of water, you stumble, black dots eroding your vision. "Y/n?!" "I'm.....fine." You manage to catch yourself, feeling very dizzy, as well as nauseated. "No, you're not. You sounded quieter, have you lost your voice?" "N-no..." You stumble again, and can't blame it on the heels, because you wore a pair of ballet flats today.

     "You're not fine, Y/n. How much sleep have you had, since I paused the training?" "Um...." you avoid his piercing gaze, but he holds your chin with his long fingers. "None?" You instead, focus on his many ear piercings. "Look at me, Y/n." You try to break free, but his grip is too strong. "Y/n! Tell me how long you slept!" Finally, you start to speak, a bit indignant, and angry.

     "None! I didn't sleep at all!! Happy now?!" He smirks. "No, I'm not. I want something else." The door is locked. Yoongi always preferred it be that way. No interruptions, he'd say. He pulls you close to him, smirking at you from above. "I'ma turn you on with my tongue technology." "W-what?" You can't say anything now, because he's kissing you, making you weak in the knees. He holds you up as you kiss, his arm around your waist, since his other hand is holding your chin in place.

     You moan into the kiss, and struggle to breathe. He notices, and pulls away with a loud smack. You gasp for breath, blushing all the while. "What was that for, Suga?!" "You heard me before. I'ma turn you on with my tongue technology." "Seriously?!" "Yes. And, you've been a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished." He grabs your hand, pulling you along behind. As you leave the studio no one even questions what he's doing, since he's usually dragging you around with him.

He opens his car door, and lightly pushes you inside. You sit in the seat, and buckle, while he drives. "Wh-where are you taking me?" "Home, obviously." "O-oh." Maybe twenty minutes later, you arrive at his house, and you scratch your head, confused. "I thought you said you were taking me home?" "You're staying with me from now on. I need to watch you, Y/n." "Oh..."