Drugs 2- Yoongi [18+]

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Taehyung could feel the heat of his veins. Having tossed his head back the second he let yet another line of cocaine enter through his nose. And with a sigh, the man set his hand amongst the poker table he sat at. Allowing for the length of his fingers to caress the green suede.

"Jungkook." His voice was so deep. Running through their home just loud enough to have the younger coming out of his room in an irritated manner. Wearing nothing more than a loose pair of sweats that were just barely hanging onto his hips, in which he let out that annoyed what.

"I'm going out for a little. . ." He was quick to get to his feet. Earning that look from the boy he had earned oh so many times, as Jungkook scoffed underneath his breath. Leading the man there with nothing more than his keys in hand. Wishing to find a way ti escape. Escape that endless reality. Reality that was beginning to suffocate him. fingers left the suede as he stood. Making the younger scoff almost instantly. "Just make sure to tell them for me, huh?"

Yet Jungkook didn't respond. Having done nothing more than nod before rolling his eyes. Taking the heaviest of steps back towards his room, in which Taheyung searched for his keys. Wishing to somehow take a break from reality. Because he needed it. Needed to leave the one place that had him feeling more than suffocated. And needed to go and finally take some time off.

So he let himself drive into the heavily packed streets of downtown Seoul. Searching for anything and everything that looked as though it'd satisfy his needs as the colorful lights from the endless amount of buildings, painted his body. Shadowing each crevice of his being as he stepped outside of his car. All while his eyes landed on a club that he knew had just the right amount of women. . . and just the right amount of booze.

"Two shots please." He didn't care to be quick with his attempt of becoming further intoxicated. Because he loved it. Love the feeling of being completely numb as the bartender nodded with the most gentle lip bite. Earning nothing more than a wink from the man who let his fingers brush against her own, the second she handed him over the alcohol. The same alcohol that felt like fire as it caressed his throat. Even if the gesture was all too pleasurable to his soul.

And so, Taehyung kept himself alert. Searching for just the right person. . . who'd make him feel as good as the woman he knew he couldn't have.

Yet the man didn't feel. Feel that desperation that those whose bodies were pressed against his own felt as his lips moved themselves along each ones neck. Making them feel everything that he was more than craving for as their hands trailed themselves amongst his body. Willing to do practically anything just to have the man to themselves. Whispering the most provocative things into his ears. Wanting to tell him all that they'd let him do to their bodies.

But the man was still too caught up in his head. Just begging himself to somehow feel something for those around him. Yet even with the endless inappropriate acts, the man couldn't endure upon a single ounce of wanted lust coursing through his soul. Driving him more insane than he already was.

"Shit." He couldn't help but drop his head to the side. His tongue planted at the corner of his mouth, and hands heavy against the girl who's body was pressed ever so harshly against his own. All while her fingers trailed down his torso. Just barely tugging at the hem of his jeans, in which Taehyung could feel himself getting further intoxicated off the skin of her lips. Biting ever so gently on the suppleness of her skin as he pulled on her hair. But he needed more. Wanted more. And he knew. Knew exactly. . . what it was that he craved.

So instead, he let his hands slide against her waist. Earning a whine from off her lips the second he began to push her away. Having latched her on to yet another guy within the club. Knowing that she was too drunk to realize what was going on.

And Taehyung could barely see as he drove back home with blurry vision. Putting both himself and others in danger as his fingers trembled against the steering wheel in pure adrenaline. Unable to smell all that alcohol reeking off his clothes, as he stumbled his way out of the car. Having made it to the house just safely enough to not hurt anyone as he entered the living room on shaky legs. Catching sight of the one thing that kept him from feeling any sort of satisfaction at the club. And the one thing that had him up on nights where he had only his hand to relish on the thought of her.

Yet Ming didn't know. Didn't know that the man was staring at her as she bent down to look for yet another bottle of alcohol within the fridge. All until the feeling of his hands fell amongst her waist. Pairing with the delicacy of his lips that couldn't help but brush against the skin of her shoulder. Feeling all that warmth coming off her body that he could only imagine looking so desperate underneath his body as he pleases the girl.

"God you don't even know how bad I've fucking wanted you. . ." And she knew it was him. Knew it from just the depth of his voice as her body went stiff almost instantly. Feeling all too vulnerable underneath his touch. Even if Taheyung was quick. Quick to have her body turned around as he pushed her up against the kitchen counter. All while the heaviness of his lips connected with her own. Acting more forceful than ever before as Ming let out the most delicate whimper of his name. Trying to push the man off of her, and all because she didn't want to let herself give in. Give in to those touches she so desperately wanted to endure upon from her love. Yet the man. . . wasn't there.

"Taehyung, n-n-no!" He could feel her hands against his chest. Continuing to push at the man's body as tears pooled the chocolates of her eyes. All while the man shoved his hand underneath her shirt. Ripping down her underwear just enough to have his fingers take care of the one thing that had her mouth going agape.

And Ming knew. Knew that what she was doing wasn't right. Wanting to so badly stop herself from giving in, because god did the pleasure feel good. Pleasure that her love used to make her feel. Caressing her body as if it were the most delicate thing he had ever roamed his hands upon as Taheyung made the girl feel all those things he himself needed to so badly release through her. Because the man was desperate. So, so desperate.

"I know how bad you fucking want this, Ming." He took hold of her jaw. Making sure to shove her further into the counter, in which he pressed his nose against her own. Having the heat of his breath caress her skin as his fingers did nothing more than unravel all that subconscious want. Want that could get. . . either one of them killed.

"Just look at how desperate you are for me." And she was. She was begging. And pleading. And crying out his name as his fingers worked her, even if Taehyung knew that she was using him. Having taken that single moment of her being so vulnerable as a way to have her let him in. Yet the girl wasn't begging for him anymore. Wasn't begging for any other man than Yoongi as the single calling of his name left her lips. But Taehyung didn't care. Because he wanted her. And so he had her.